In the cold rain and wind, Zhuang Xun's forehead was close to Siqin Mi's chin, but his excitement was cooler than his even hotter forehead.
"You're breathing. Are you resurrected, Mrs. Si Qin? But I clearly saw you were beheaded." Zhuang Xun said in confusion, unable to react after being hugged.
"Yes, thanks to the permission of His Majesty the King of Wheels, Huanyang and Lang Jun will continue to be husband and wife. Stop digging, take shelter from the rain and make a fire to dry your wet clothes, Lang Jun." Judging that Zhuang Xun was caught in the cold, he left the village Xun felt the temperature on his forehead, and Si Qinmi thought about getting Zhuang Xun warm quickly and not wearing wet clothes anymore.
"Yeah." Without the tight string, people became slacker.
"There is a farmhouse nearby, but it's not convenient for me to see people. We walked up the mountain. I remembered that there was a summer pavilion on Yushan Mountain. There was a stream next to the pavilion, where you could wash clothes." The clothes dyed with blood were large areas of dark blood red. , I don’t know what kind of murderer I thought he was, Si Qinmi thought about it and said
"Then I'll borrow some flint, just in time to return the hoe." Zhuang Xun said casually, since the person is alive, there is no need to bury him in a coffin.
"Wait a minute, Sir, let's go to the farmhouse to rest. I'll bury the coffin first. The less people know about my resurrection from death, the better." Si Qinmi looked at the coffin. He was already dead and could not return to life. Let people know that the coffin must be buried.
"I'll come. How can I let you come?" Zhuang Xun also thought about it and walked to the coffin.
"But Mr. Lang has been infected with the cold. You go to the farmhouse to keep warm first. I will bury the coffin, wash the clothes and then come to you." Si Qinmi looked at Zhuang Xun worriedly.
"It's not like you're going to die. Besides, it's just covered with soil. You go wash your clothes and we'll go home directly." Half of the pit was dug and he was too lazy to dig. Zhuang Xun pushed the coffin to the shallow pit and began to cover it with soil.
"I'll do it while you rest." Si Qinmi also thought it made sense, picked up the hoe on the side and began to cover the soil.
"Don't waste time. Wash your clothes so that you can go back to the city. Otherwise, you and I will have to wait for the clothes to be washed after covering the soil." Zhuang Xun was very tired, but he still managed to say.
"That's good." Si Qinmi rolled in the mud, and the blood turned to the color of mud.
The former noble lady didn't seem to care about rolling in the mud, let alone working. When she picked up the hoe, she worked faster than Zhuang Xun. After Zhuang Xun was humiliated, his affection for Siqin Mi greatly increased.
Maybe it's because she doesn't have any airs, so it's really amazing that she's willing to do it.
"I'm sorry, I took the liberty of getting married in secret just to take you out of the city." Zhuang Xun gathered up the soil and apologized to her.
"We'll talk when we get back. Lang Jun, please rest." Si Qinmi quickened his movements.
Zhuang Xun didn't listen to her, and she didn't listen to Zhuang Xun. The two of them fucked faster and faster.
As long as the coffin is put into the ground, it doesn't matter how big the dirt bag is, as long as the coffin is put into the ground, the two people pat the dirt bag and look at each other and smile.
"The daughter of the Si Qin family died here." Si Qin Mi murmured, and the two left together.
They returned the farmer's farm tools and refused to clean them at the farmhouse. No one stopped them when they walked into the city, and they were treated as refugees.
There were all kinds of refugees, and Si Qin Mi's face was covered with mud, but it didn't attract anyone's attention.
When he returned to the small house he rented, Zhuang Xun still had to work hard, boil water, wipe himself and change his clothes. He rummaged under the quilt for a long time and found two copper coins. While Si Qinmi was washing up, he went out and bought a sesame seed cake.
With the large influx of refugees, prices have skyrocketed. Yesterday I could buy two sesame cakes, but today I can only buy one.
Already hungry, Zhuang Xun thought of himself a year ago. He seemed to be the same at that time, but now he still had a place to stay. He went home without hesitation with the cake in his hand.
I saw the cleaned Siqin Mi. I wonder if she was resurrected from the dead. Her appearance was ruined. After cleaning, her cheeks were penetrated by blood red stains, which looked like they were cracked. It was particularly scary. She might have been used by passers-by at that time. She was beaten with stones, and she was very embarrassed when delivering the wine. After cleaning, she was exposed. She has a good figure. She wore Zhuang Xun's robe, and her exquisite figure was particularly beautiful.
"Mrs. Siqin, don't be disgusted. The house is simple and there is nothing to eat." Zhuang Xun took the initiative to take out the cake, his eyelids were licking his eyes. He originally wanted to borrow money, but at this moment he just wanted to lie down and rest. He doesn't want to move when he has a fever.
"I won't eat, but the husband will eat. The husband is sick, please eat more." Si Qinmi shook his head and declined.
"One cake is a penny. I have already eaten one. You can eat it first." Zhuang Xun lied naturally.
"Half for each person. If you eat, I will eat." Si Qinmi opened the cake.
"I said I've already eaten. Forget it, I'm going to borrow some money and buy more." Seeing her firm attitude, Zhuang Xun walked out.
"Lang Jun is sick, please rest. If you need to borrow money, it's my concubine who goes to borrow money." Si Qinmi grabbed Zhuang Xun.
"You're dead, who can you borrow money from?" Zhuang Xun looked at her cheek happily, and suddenly felt more pleasing to the eye. At least no one would associate her with Si Qinmi.
"No matter, Langjun eats first." Si Qinmi stubbornly handed the cake to Zhuang Xun's mouth.
"Eat together." Zhuang Xun wanted to break away, but found that he couldn't resist her.
"Yeah." Si Qinmi nodded.
Looking at each other, each took a bite, fearing that the other would eat less. The two of them just took one bite at a time, slowly destroying the small noodle cake. Siqin Mi's eyes were as gentle as water, and Zhuang Xun glanced at them twice before looking away.
"I'm going to borrow some money." I'm still hungry.
"Get some rest, Langjun." Si Qinmi pulled Zhuang Xun, pushed him down on the bed and covered him with a quilt.
"Have a good rest, dear, and take a nap first." Si Qinmi sat on the edge of the bed and touched Zhuang Xun's forehead, showing a distressed look.
"..." Zhuang Xun was already tired, so he fell asleep after going to bed.
After Zhuang Xun fell asleep, Si Qinmi rummaged through her muddy clothes, found the bellyband that she had taken off, and rinsed it with water, revealing a delicate pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.
She stared for a long time and seemed to make up her mind.
He tore up his bellyband, picked out the sewn gold thread with his fingernails, and kneaded the gold thread into a bundle.
When Zhuang Xun woke up, he was awakened by the aroma of medicine. Siqin Mi was squatting in front of a small medicine stove, fanning the fire with a small fan. His clothes had changed into women's clothes, but they had become commoner clothes. , the whole body is gray, and she looks gray, but despite this, she still has a leisurely temperament.
"Where did you get the money to buy the medicinal materials?" Zhuang Xun said in a muffled voice with a hoarse throat.
"There was gold thread on my bellyband. I pulled it off and exchanged it for copper coins. I bought some medicine, some cloth, food, charcoal fire, and more than a hundred articles." Si Qinmi sat by the bed and took out the warm medicine from the lining. Flatbread.
"Mangjun, wake up when you are hungry. Let's eat some noodles first." Si Qinmi gently helped Zhuang Xun up, put the coins on the table, made a jingling sound, and handed the noodles to his mouth again. .
"Thank you." The lightly fragrant noodle cake aroused Zhuang Xun's greed even though he was sick. Knowing that it was not Si Qinmi who gave him the remaining cake, Zhuang Xun swallowed it with a big mouthful. After a few mouthfuls, he felt It seemed unseemly to take the dough and take a small bite.
Si Qinmi watched Zhuang Xun eat the cake and handed him some honey water for him to drink. Then he raised his eyebrows and went to see how the medicine was going.
"Now can you tell me, madam, how you came back to life from the dead?" Zhuang Xun felt full. He lay flat on the bed and felt a little refreshed before asking. After thinking for a while, he added: "There is still a bond between husband and wife. .”
