Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 435 Warming from head to toe (one more)

He had no choice but to retreat.

She had already retracted her arms into the quilt, closed her eyes, and stopped speaking.

He also lay back, sleepless.

He was watching her movements all the time.

She curled up into a ball and slept unsteadily.

"Qing'er..."

He tentatively called her softly.

"Uh……"

She murmured, "Cold..."

cold?

What?

He raised his hand and touched her face.

The face and nose are icy cold.

Why is the cover quilt so cold?

He wondered.

It is not clear that the body temperature of girls will drop during menstruation.

"so cold……"

In her sleep, she was still whispering.

He gritted his teeth, rolled over and sat up.

Going to get dressed and put his quilt over her.

At this moment, a soft body suddenly got into his quilt.

Soft arms wrapped around his waist.

A slightly cold face, arched into his arms.

The faint scent of virginity on the girl floated into his nose, stirring every nerve in him.

His body was tense, and his mind went blank.

She seemed to be absorbing the temperature on his body, and her body was still sticking into his arms.

Luo Fengtang stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly.

"Qing'er is not cold, I will hold you to sleep..."

he whispered.

His voice calmed her down gradually.

"warm……"

She murmured softly.

He smiled, lowered his head and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Sleep well."

The two quilts were covered together, and it was warm...

That night, Yang Ruoqing slept well.

This winter is the warmest night.

In the dream, the whole person seems to be holding a big stove, warming from head to toe.

In the morning, she opened her eyes.

Only then did I realize that I had actually come together with his bedding roll.

She fell asleep on her side and he hugged him from behind.

Her head was still resting on one of his arms.

And his other arm, wrapped around her waist, lightly rested on her belly.

She blinked, and the vague memories of last night poured in.

Her face flushed instantly, and she subconsciously wanted to slip out.

He heard a slightly hoarse voice in his ears.

"woke up?"

Her body froze in place.

After a while, he turned his head slowly.

He was lying behind her, staring at him with open eyes.

His eyes were clear and he was clearly awake for a long time.

But there were a lot of bloodshots left in his eyes, more like he had not slept all night.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

After chatting and chatting last night, she fell asleep in a daze when her stomach hurt.

She was in a trance, as if a warm uncle was rubbing her stomach.

She thought it was an illusion.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," she said.

"You kneaded me all night?" she asked.

He smiled: "I don't remember either. I fell asleep after rubbing it."

He knew he had lied to her again.

Holding the girl he loves in his arms.

It would be no wonder if he could really sleep.

Qing'er is still young, and she still doesn't understand some things.

This night was for him.

How tormented...

"Lay down again? Or get up?" he asked.

If he could, what he wanted most was to spend a whole day with her under the covers.

But right now is not the time to do that.

The third uncle is still in the prison.

Hearing his question, Yang Ruoqing immediately remembered today's schedule.

"Get up, let's go to Xijiao Niangniang Temple." She said.

The two of them both got up and dressed, tacitly avoiding the topic of who took the initiative to roll to a bed last night.

Dress and wash.

When I went downstairs for breakfast, I heard people around me talking about praying for blessings at the Niangniang Temple.

No need to inquire, the two of them followed the women and family members along the way to the Niangniang Temple.

In the western suburbs of the county, in front of the Niangniang Temple.

Looking at the endless stream of pilgrims, Luo Fengtang turned around and asked Yang Ruoqing: "There are so many people, it's a bit difficult for us to meet the county magistrate's wife. Why don't I go and find out, and then let's break in?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"You think she is the inspector of the Eight Houses, shall we block the road to seek justice?"

"Before getting close, someone came to bombard us. When the panic is caused, we won't be able to see her anymore," she said.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head: "What should we do then?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, "There is nothing difficult in the world, only those who have a heart, come with me!"

……

In the backyard of the Niangniang Temple, a small quiet courtyard.

At the door of the wing, two old ladies were guarding the corridor.

In the wing room, it is pure, elegant and clean, and the incense burner burns incense, and the fragrance is lingering.

A woman in a fancy dress sat on the Arhat couch, holding a bowl of fragrant tea in her hand, and was blowing gently.

On the next chair, sat a fat middle-aged nun.

With a smile on her face, the nun leaned over slightly and said to the noble lady, "The tea was offered by a pilgrim, who said it was wild tea on the Yunwu Mountain."

"The water for making tea is the snowflakes that fall on the plum petals the next year."

"Poor Ni packed it in a jar and buried it under the plum tree."

"I took it out for the first time today and made some tea. I wonder if it suits Madam's taste?"

The girl asked respectfully.

The lady who was drinking tea on the Luohan couch smiled slightly.

"It really tastes great. Master Ciyun treats me with such a good tea. I have a heart." She said.

Ciyun also smiled.

"The madam is devout to the goddess. Today's prayers are even more generous."

"Ciyun will definitely light up the lamp in front of the Buddha for his wife, and pray that his wife and his family will be safe and healthy, the little son will live a long life, and the little daughter will be smart and wise!"

Madam Gui narrowed her eyes with a smile and nodded again and again.

"In this way, Master Lao Ciyun, you have to worry about it."

Ciyun waved his hand.

As if thinking of something, she said to Mrs.

"Everything in the world has a cycle of cause and effect."

"I have exactly one thing. I was entrusted by a donor outside the hospital and handed it over to my wife."

As Ci Yun said, he took out a plain wooden box from the bottom of his sleeve and looked at it.

Hands to the lady.

"The donor said that she is an old friend of Madam. Madam has seen the contents of this box and will naturally understand."

The lady saw the quaint box.

I was amazed.

This box, bland, doesn't look like it's used to hold gold and silver jewelry?

She frowned secretly, and still motioned for Xiaocui, the maid next to her, to take it over.

At her gesture, Xiaocui opened the wooden box.

"Ma'am, like a dried mushroom, wrinkled."

Xiao Cui said, and handed the wooden box to Mrs.

The woman was even more surprised.

Putting down the tea cup in his hand, he took the box and looked at it carefully.

Ciyun, who was sitting at the bottom, also frowned.

The girl who added [-] cents of sesame oil money as soon as she made a move, could it be that the gift she handed over was a dried shiitake mushroom?

Ci Yun secretly observed Mrs. Gui's expression and broke into a cold sweat.

Shouldn't it anger the lady of the county magistrate's family?

If I had known earlier, I really shouldn't be greedy for the five hundred pennies to be this matchmaker!

(End of this chapter)