He had no choice but to retreat.

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

He also lay back down, completely sleepless.

Pay attention to what's going on with her all the time.

Her body curled up into a ball and she slept very restlessly.

"Qing'er..."

He tentatively called her softly.

"Well……"

She murmured, "It's cold..."

cold?

What to do?

He raised his hand and touched her face.

My face and nose were cold.

Why is the cover quilt so cold?

He wondered.

It is not known that a girl's body temperature will drop during menstruation.

"so cold……"

In her sleep, she was still murmuring.

He gritted his teeth and turned over to sit up.

I planned to put on my clothes and cover her with my quilt.

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

Soft arms hugged his waist.

Her slightly cold face moved into his arms.

The faint virgin scent of the girl floated into his nose, teasing every nerve in him.

His body was tense and his mind was blank.

But she seemed to want to absorb the warmth from his body, and her body was still pressed into his arms.

Luo Fengtang stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly.

"It's not cold, Qing'er, I'll hold you to sleep..."

He whispered.

His voice made her gradually calm down.

"warm……"

She murmured softly.

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

"Sleep well."

The two quilts were covered together, so warm...

That night, Yang Ruoqing slept very well.

This winter, this night is the warmest.

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

In the morning, she opened her eyes.

Only then did he realize that he and his bedroll were actually together.

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

Her head was still resting on one of his arms.

His other arm went around her waist and lightly covered her belly.

She blinked, and the vague memories of last night came flooding back.

Her face instantly turned red and she subconsciously wanted to slip out.

His slightly hoarse voice came to my ears.

"woke up?"

Her body froze in place.

After a while, he slowly turned his head.

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

His eyes were clear and he had obviously been awake for a long time.

But there was still a lot of bloodshot eyes left, and it looked more like he had been up all night.

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

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

We were chatting last night, but then her stomach hurt and she fell asleep.

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

She thought it was an illusion.

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

"You rubbed it for me all night?" she asked.

He smiled: "I don't remember either, I fell asleep after being rubbed from behind."

He knew he had lied to her again.

Holding the girl I like in my arms.

It would be strange if he could really sleep.

Qing'er is still young and there are some things she doesn't understand yet.

This night was for him.

How painful...

"Should we lie down for a while? Or get up?" he asked.

If he could, what he wanted most was to spend the whole day lounging in bed with her.

But right now, it's not the time to do these things.

Third uncle is still in prison.

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

"Get up, we have to go to the Niangniang Temple in the Western Suburbs," she said.

The two of them got up and got dressed, with a tacit understanding of avoiding the topic of who took the initiative to roll into the same bed last night.

Get dressed and wash up.

When I went downstairs to have breakfast, I heard people around me talking about praying at the Empress Temple.

There was no need to inquire. The two of them followed the women and their families and arrived at the Empress Temple.

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

Looking at the endless stream of pilgrims, Luo Fengtang turned around and asked Yang Ruoqing: "There are so many people, it's a little difficult for us to see the county magistrate's wife. Why don't I go and inquire about it, and then we can force our way in?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"You think she is the inspector of the Eight Prefectures, and we block the road to redress the injustice?"

"Before we even get close, someone will attack us. If panic occurs, we won't be able to see her anymore," she said.

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

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "Nothing is difficult in this world. I'm afraid those who are willing will follow me!"

…

In the backyard of the Empress Temple, in a quiet little courtyard.

At the door of the wing, two women were guarding the porch.

Inside the wing, it is pure and elegant, with incense burning in the incense burner, and the fragrance lingers.

A woman in gorgeous clothes was sitting on the Arhat couch, holding a bowl of fragrant tea in her hand and blowing it gently.

Sitting on a chair at the bottom was a fair, fat, middle-aged nun.

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

"The water for making tea is the snowflakes that fall on the petals of plum blossoms every other year."

"The poor nun put it in jars and buried it under the plum tree."

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

The nun asked respectfully.

The noble lady sipping tea on the Luohan couch smiled slightly.

"It really tastes great. Master Ciyun is so considerate in treating me with such good tea," she said.

Ciyun also smiled.

"Madam is very devout to the empress. Today she prays for blessings and makes even more generous offerings."

"Ciyun will definitely light a lantern in front of the Buddha for my wife, and pray that my wife and her family will be in good health, that the young master will live a long life, and that the young daughter will be smart!"

The lady smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed and she nodded repeatedly.

"In that case, Master Ciyun, I'll spare you the trouble."

Ciyun waved his hand.

He seemed to have thought of something and said to the lady.

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

"I have something here, entrusted by a benefactor outside the hospital to pass it on to Madam."

Ciyun said, taking out a simple wooden box from the bottom of his sleeve and looking at it.

Present it to your lady with both hands.

"The donor said that she was an old friend of the madam. After seeing the contents of the box, the madam naturally understood."

The lady saw the quaint box.

I was secretly surprised.

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

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

At her signal, Xiaocui opened the wooden box.

"Madam, it looks like a dried mushroom, wrinkled."

Xiaocui said, handing the wooden box to the lady.

The woman was even more surprised.

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

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

The girl who added five hundred cents for sesame oil as soon as she made the move, could it be that the gift she was asked to hand over was a dried shiitake mushroom?

Ciyun secretly observed the lady's expression and felt a cold sweat in her heart.

Wouldn't it anger the wife of the county magistrate?
Chapter completed!