Put another quilt next to her and wrap her tightly.

He leaned over and lifted her, who was still awake, on his shoulders, and walked away.

This way.

Yang Ruoqing was still floating in the cold sea water.

She felt like she couldn't exert any energy.

My legs are sore, my waist hurts, and it feels like there is a knife twisting hard in my stomach.

At this moment.

Suddenly a giant dragon swam out of the water, rolled her up with its huge body, and threw her out of the water!

Fresh air poured into her nose, she coughed suddenly and opened her eyes.

I found myself wrapped up in a twisted roll, being carried on someone's shoulders and going down the stairs of the inn.

"Tangyazi, what are you doing?"

she asked quickly.

Luo Fengtang stopped when he heard her voice.

Under the action of inertia, her face hit his broad back.

Oh my gosh, I see stars in my eyes.

"Qing'er, don't panic, I'll take you to the doctor right now!" His voice reached her ears.

After saying that, he raised his legs and ran wildly.

She was already feeling unwell, but after being shaken by him, her bile almost came out.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!"

she shouted loudly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"What's wrong? I'm not sick, why should I see a doctor?" she asked angrily.

He was startled for a moment and said to her: "I just came back and saw you bleeding. Are you still sick?"

What?

ah?

After he said this, the discomfort in his body suddenly became clear.

Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded.

This feeling is so familiar to me.

Every month in my previous life, there were always a few days...

After being stunned, someone picked her up and ran away again. She was about to run out of the inn and onto the street in front of her.

This weird shape made passers-by look at it in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines, and she called him again: "Stop, stop!"

"I'm not hurt. Take me back to the house quickly and I'll explain to you slowly!"

"Huh?" He was confused.

Yang Ruoqing had already struggled to get her hands out of the two quilts.

He pinched him lightly on the back.

"You silly boy, what are you doing in a daze? If I say it's okay, it'll be okay. Just carry me back quickly!"

Being looked at and pointed at by so many people.

Even though she is so shameless, she is also looking for trouble.

Luo Fengtang was pinched, and then he came back to his senses.

"oh!"

He turned around, carried her and ran back to the inn like a gust of wind.

This provoked a group of passers-by behind him who were looking at the novelty. They stood at the door of the inn and talked for a while before they dispersed.

In the room, Yang Ruoqing wrapped herself in a quilt and stuck her head out.

I briefly told him in a vague tone why women would do that.

Separated by a layer of tent.

The person talking inside blushed.

The people listening outside were even more embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl through.

After speaking, neither of them said a word.

There was an awkward silence in the guest room.

In the tent, Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines.

Hey, being uneducated is terrible.

In modern society, this is knowledge that even elementary school students understand.

This silly boy!

However, recall what he did at that time.

He must have been anxious and worried.

Then he wrapped himself in a quilt and rushed out the door.

Thinking of this, the sweetness in her heart overshadowed her shyness.

How could there be a person who would run all the way for her safety without any hesitation?

She is satisfied.

After a short silence, he was the first to break the embarrassment.

"Qing'er, it's because I'm stupid and don't understand this, and I almost made you laugh."

He scratched his head and stammered.

If he had really sent Qing'er to the hospital just now.

As soon as the quilt was lifted, the doctor inspected it.

Qing'er's face was ruined by him!

Thinking of this, he was very upset.

He didn't even dare to look into her eyes.

In the tent, her faint, weak laughter could be heard.

"It's okay, I don't blame you. Those who don't know are not guilty," he said.

He nodded.

"Then what, is this what women do now?" he asked.

She was stunned for a moment.

"What? I don't quite understand what you want to ask..." she said.

He scratched his head and turned sideways.

"I'm asking, is it going to keep flowing like this? Why don't you do something to stop it?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing was ashamed.

"Help me go to the grocery store to buy straw paper!" she ordered.

"Um!"

He turned around and rushed out of the house like a gust of wind.

Seeing him run out, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

She took out the bundle roll she brought from home from the bed.

Because this time I came to the county town, I had to run around and take care of things.

She left a tael of silver for her mother, and another tael for the two detectives who escorted Yang Huazhong.

I brought all the remaining four taels of silver.

In addition, she also brought the priceless Cinnamomum camphora mushroom that she and Tang Yazi picked together last time.

in case for need!

In addition, she also picked up a pair of long johns and a pair of socks for spare use.

Now, it just comes in handy.

She got off the bed and took off her dirty long johns.

Tear into two strips of cloth of moderate length and width.

There is nothing like that in this era.

Women in farmers' houses usually use gray bags for their menstrual period.

She had seen Sun's gray bag.

Use old clothes to sew a cloth bag of moderate size, and fill it with plant ash from the bottom of the stove.

She really didn't know what the ladies from wealthy families used.

I'm in an inn now, and I don't have any needlework or ashes on hand.

She had to improvise a simple menstrual belt to make do.

When she finished the menstrual belt, she put the dirty pants under her body and sat back on the bed to cover herself with the quilt.

Luo Fengtang is back.

"Qing'er, I bought the straw paper!"

he said.

A large bundle of straw paper was stuffed in from a corner of the tent.

Then he turned around and walked toward the door, closing the door from the outside.

She knew he was guarding the door.

Then he opened the quilt with peace of mind and brought some straw paper to use.

"Okay, you can come in."

She shouted towards the door.

After a moment, he opened the door and came in.

He glanced towards the bed.

The curtain had been rolled up, and she was sitting on the bed, covered with a quilt.

She was looking at him with a smile.

His face turned red again.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable right now?"

He came to the bedside and asked her with a worried look.

She smiled slightly: "It's just that my stomach hurts a little. I'll be fine after a while. It's nothing serious."

"That's good." He said.

Turn around and walk to the table, picking up an empty bowl.

Then he took out a pair of paper packages from a pile of tightly tied paper packages and opened them.

Pour some of the contents into the bowl, then grab the crock pot on the table and pour the hot water from the crock pot into the bowl.

This side of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing stroked her stomach, which was still cramping, and frowned slightly.

This body is twelve years old, and after its birthday on the sixth day of the first lunar month, it will be thirteen.

At this age, it's normal to do whatever you want.
Chapter completed!