While boiling the soup, he slowly told his own experience, openly and without any concealment, from becoming a ghost on the execution ground, to being interrogated in the underworld, and finally to being married to Lalang, the king of reincarnation, what he was thinking.
"If the husband dislikes me and is no longer the daughter of his boudoir, he can write a letter of divorce. I am willing to make peace with the husband." Si Qinmi collected the decoction and put it in a medium bowl. He sat down by the bed again, stirred the concoction with a spoon, and spoke with his lips. Move and close the body and blow the cooling concoction.
His attitude was obviously gentle, but it felt like he was forcing her to have a baby.
"The King of Hell acts as a matchmaker. How dare you disobey me?" He smiled, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Master, you don't have to make other excuses. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I owe you." Si Qinmi put down the bowl and said angrily.
"Obviously I owe you, but it's a pity that you are destined to be immortal in this life." Zhuang Xun compensated and said, because he lost the destiny of immortality in the next life, how could he owe him.
"If the husband accepts me for this reason, there is no need for it. I also know the reason for a wife to marry a boudoir. The husband has no choice but to marry a concubine, and I don't want to tie him down. I can earn a lifetime of immortality, and now I still have it. I can earn another life." Si Qinmi said firmly.
"I don't agree with this sentence. My ancestors said: You should marry a virtuous wife. God knows your wife's virtuous nature. She is a good match made in heaven. How can you deviate from it? I just want my wife to be of noble birth, and I am attached to her. I feel that it is difficult to match her. If the lady doesn't dislike her, I would like to marry her forever." In this case, there was no need to refuse. Zhuang Xun directly called to the lady and held her hand.
If you marry a good wife who is recognized by ghosts and gods, you will make a lot of money and win money.
This is also Zhuang Xun's true thoughts. Although Si Qin Mi is disfigured, she is really gentle and well-organized. She feels like marrying a good wife. As for whether she is a boudoir or not, he, as a time traveler, doesn't care that much.
"If you do not disappoint me, I will not disappoint you either." Si Qinmi could feel the sincerity in Zhuang Xun's mouth and made a promise.
"When you have a wife, there is no room for second thoughts." Zhuang Xun said emotionally after being impressed by the atmosphere.
"I'm not a jealous wife. It's okay to like a beautiful concubine." Si Qinmi smiled, took out his hand and picked up the soup again.
"..." Zhuang Xun was silenced by her words.
After taking a sip of the decoction, Zhuang Xun held back a sentence: "Then I have failed you."
"Divorce your wife." Si Qin Mi's tone did not change much, but the atmosphere changed greatly.
"Are you thinking about Duke Zhen Guo? I'm sorry." In this atmosphere, Zhuang Xun naturally thought of the letter of divorce and what happened to Duke Zhen Guo's house and said it smoothly, and then immediately realized what nonsense he had said.
"That's the case. Why should you apologize? You should reprimand me." Si Qinmi put the cold decoction to Zhuang Xun's mouth with an expressionless expression.
"Well, you and Duke Zhenguo are very affectionate, right?" Zhuang Xun said with some feeling after hearing her describe the situation in Duke Zhenguo's mansion.
"I made a promise that we would share the same hole even if we die." Siqin Mi said indifferently, and the bowl he was holding began to tremble slightly.
"Don't be sad, I will not let you down." Zhuang Xun has a strong ability to observe words and expressions. He comforted him, took the soup and medicine bowl, and drank it in small sips.
"I was once another man's wife, so I can't inherit my husband's kindness. I'm not a boudoir, so it's hard to test my true feelings." Si Qinmi was trembling and a little bitter.
"What kind of boudoir girl is not a boudoir girl? I just like married women and this kind of maturity and gentleness. I can't say whether my thoughts are true or not. Regardless of whether you believe me or not, I have a responsibility to treat you as my wife. You will not be responsible for it either." I, I will never let you down." Zhuang Xun, who leaned forward, put the medicine bowl aside on the table, freed up his hands to hug Siqin Mi, his brain was severely burned, but his thoughts were extremely clear.
"Who likes wives? They are no longer clean. I am so shameless that I remarried as my wife. I feel extremely ashamed." Si Qinmi touched Zhuang Xun's cheek. The hot temperature made her heart tremble. She knew it was comfort. His words still make people happy.
"How come, some people in my hometown just like wives and are called Cao thieves. Maybe I can tell you about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which is not available in this country. Unfortunately, I only remember the classic scenes and cannot restore them one to one. In this story, there is a prince who particularly likes wives..." Zhuang Xun said in a decent manner, his throat itching and he couldn't help but cough.
"Okay, no need to explain. I believe it. Lie down and I will help you wipe your sweat." Si Qinmi took Zhuang Xun's words with a smile.
The towel gently brushed his cheek, and the medicine took effect. Zhuang Xun's eyelids became darker and darker. The hand stretched out from the quilt on the side grabbed Si Qinmi's clothes, and he fell asleep again.
Si Qinmi looked at Zhuang Xun sleeping and felt a little tired.
There was a bed in the side room, but looking at Zhuang Xun's hand holding her clothes, she hesitated for a moment, took off her shoes, lifted the quilt, and leaned on the same pillow as Zhuang Xun. Since she recognized the fact of remarrying, it was appropriate for her to share the same bed.
Zhuang Xun vaguely felt that Si Qinmi was in his bed, and he hugged her in confusion. This was his wife. Si Qinmi seemed to have put something on him, but he didn't care. When he woke up the next day, There is a herring jade pendant on the chest.
There was only a wisp of fragrance left on the bed. Si Qinmi had been preparing medicine for Zhuang Xun early. Yesterday, she prepared medicine in the room to keep an eye on Zhuang Xun at all times. Today she went to the kitchen.
Zhuang Xun felt sore all over, but he still followed the sound and walked to the kitchen. He felt much better and no longer needed to take medicine.
He walked to the door of the kitchen, but stayed there.
The beauty has her hair tied into knots, her oval cheeks are smooth and flawless, like the bright moon, she is rich and noble, her phoenix eyes are alluring, her willow eyebrows are lightly dotted into sparse shadows, her brows are knitted together, her dimples support her power, and her lips are tinged with crimson, she is so beautiful. , as gorgeous as peaches and plums, graceful and slender in appearance, misty and fairy-like. The Peony Fairy comes down to earth with elegant manners, lotuses growing at every step, and butterflies surrounding her.
The corners of the eyes are hooked and charming, containing more than half a lifetime of affection. Looking back, there is so much amorous feelings, honey and peach feelings, love comes from the heartless, so-called charming but not demonic, the eyes are moved and the heart is moved, regretful and sad, the beauty is obsessed with it, triggering thousands of disasters.
Plain clothes can hardly hide the fairy's posture. She is graceful and graceful. She stands beautiful and delicate, fragrant and beautiful, and full of beauty.
"Mr. Lang, you should rest in bed. You are looking at me like this. I am acting strangely." The beauty scolded her at first, then noticed that Zhuang Xun's eyes were wrong and said in confusion.
"So beautiful, how did you recover from your disfigurement?" Zhuang Xun blushed and his heart beat faster.
"Disfigured? Go back to bed first, prepare the medicine and we'll take care of it later." Si Qinmi helped Zhuang Xun back to the bed and said.
"I'm fine now. I don't need to take medicine anymore." Zhuang Xun said proactively, not wanting to trouble Si Qinmi to prepare medicine.
The high fever has gone down, and now I only have body aches from excessive exercise.
"Sickness comes like a mountain, and goes away like a thread. How can it be so easy." Touching Zhuang Xun's forehead, the beauty showed a comfortable smile.
Zhuang Xun looked at her cheek and played with the herring jade pendant, not knowing what to say for a moment.
"Whatever the husband wants to eat, I will prepare it for him." Thinking about the soup and medicine, he persuaded Zhuang Xun to go back to the room, and Si Qinmi was about to go back to the kitchen.
"Just rice porridge, mother... don't bother." Yesterday, I felt no burden to call my mother to the disfigured Si Qin Mi, but today I feel embarrassed to call my mother to the beautiful Si Qin Mi.
