, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Put another quilt next to her and wrap her tightly.
He leaned over and put her still unconscious 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 my stomach feels like there is a knife twisting hard.
At this moment.
Suddenly a giant dragon swam out of the water. Its huge body rolled her up and threw her out of the water!
Fresh air filled her nose, she coughed suddenly and opened her eyes.
He found himself wrapped up in a twist and being carried on someone's shoulders as he climbed down the stairs of the inn.
"Tangyaozi, what are you doing?"
she asked quickly.
Luo Fengtang stopped when he heard her voice.
Under the influence of inertia, her face hit his broad back.
Oops, I'm going to 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!"
she shouted.
"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 from under your body. 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.
Every month in my previous life, there were always a few days...
After being stunned, someone picked her up and ran away. She was about to run out of the inn and onto the street in front of her.
This weird shape caused passers-by to cast surprised looks.
Yang Ruoqing's head was full of 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!"
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 and ran back to the inn with her on his back 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.
He roughly told him why women bleed in a vague tone.
Separated by a layer of tent.
The person 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 physiological knowledge that even elementary school students understand.
This silly boy!
However, think back to 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 someone who was so desperate to run all the way for her safety?
She was content.
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 checked.
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 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 all a woman can 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 and buy straw paper!" she ordered.
"Um!"
He turned around and rushed out of the house like a gust of wind.
She also breathed a sigh of relief as she watched him run out.
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 a tael of silver 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 as a spare.
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 are no auntie towels in this era.
When women in farmers' families have their menstruation, most of them use gray bags.
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 took off the quilt with peace of mind, got some tissue paper to use, and then put on clean pants and put them on.
"Okay, you can come in."
She shouted toward 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.
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 on his face.
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.
He turned around and walked over to the table, picking up an empty bowl.
Then he took out a pair of paper bags from a pile of tightly tied paper bags 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. After its birthday on the sixth day of the first lunar month, it will be thirteen.
At this age, menarche is normal.
I just didn't expect that it would be chosen at this juncture.
