A voice in his mind told him: If he continues to stay here, he will freeze to death in less than half a quarter of an hour!
Tomorrow morning, he will turn into an ice sculpture corpse, and his whole body will become hard...
The sound of the upper and lower teeth fighting exploded in my head.
Song Wenzhou finally straightened up stiffly and wanted to get out of bed.
But he seemed to be frozen and his body was no longer in control.
How to do how to do?
Can't get up!
He was panicking, not knowing what to do, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain between his legs.
"ah!"
Screaming out in pain.
There was a thud, and the servant who was watching outside the door clearly heard something fall to the floor.
Oh, it's a pervert.
Lu Ling straightened up, retracted his right leg that committed the crime, and breathed a sigh of relief quietly.
Song Wenzhou quickly stretched out his hand to cover the top of his thigh. The severe pain caused the blood in his body to flow rapidly, and instead gradually warmed up his frozen body.
"Lu Ling, you... poisonous woman..."
What evil is this? His wife must destroy his life?
But he saw Lu Ling getting off the bed with his feet bare, walking to Song Wenzhou, reaching out to pull him, the look in his eyes was so innocent!
"Husband, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kick you, it's just that you pressed me and hurt me, and my feet suddenly stopped working..."
As she spoke, she blinked her eyes, and tears rolled out so easily!
"You're still pretending! Lu Ling, don't think I can't see it, you did it on purpose!"
Song Wenzhou finally understood.
This Lu Ling can freely switch between pretending to be mature, pretending to be cold, pretending to be innocent, and pretending to be pitiful.
The biting coldness struck again, and Song Wenzhou quickly shouted: "Go away, don't touch me!"
Lu Ling stretched out his hand in the air for a moment, then slowly retracted it.
Okay, no more pretending.
She wiped away her tears.
I won’t pretend anymore. Very tired.
"Husband, are you... okay?"
Lu Ling asked pointedly.
Song Wenzhou swallowed his saliva and shouted out the door: "Come here, come quickly!"
Haitang rushed in quickly and saw Lu Ling standing there wearing a bellyband, not a hair missing.
Song Wenzhou, on the other hand, sat on the ground with a painful look on his face.
She breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Song Wenzhou said angrily: "Hurry up and help me up! Change my clothes!"
Haitang snorted and turned away.
"Deaf?"
Song Wenzhou was furious.
Haitang then went over to help him up, and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor to help him put them on.
Song Wenzhou put his hands between his thighs again and walked out with a painful look on his face.
He secretly swore in his heart: He would never touch this woman again in this life!
The maids outside the door watched Song Wenzhou leave in embarrassment, with questions on their faces.
Haitang resisted the urge to shiver, and quickly pushed Lu Ling back to the bed, and said with concern: "Miss, hurry up and get under the quilt, your body is so cold, you will get sick."
Lu Ling returned to bed and said, "I won't be the one who gets sick."
The next day, Yuqing went to invite Doctor Chu early in the morning.
After Dr. Chu came to see the doctor, he asked doubtfully: "Master, how come you got cold in this summer?"
Song Wenzhou looked ugly and said with a dark face, "Didn't you go back and look through the ancient books? Have you found the reason why the young lady is so cold all over?"
When Dr. Chu heard this, his mind flashed - Did he sleep with his wife all night and contract the wind and cold?
What a wonder!
Song Wenzhou frowned and looked at him.
Dr. Chu came back to his senses, shook his head quickly, and said: "My wife's illness is really strange. I went back and read many medical books, but I haven't found anything yet."
Song Wenzhou sighed heavily and closed his eyes in pain.
Doctor Chu prescribed the medicine, told him to take a good rest for the next two days, and then left.
Yuqing hurriedly fetched hot water to help Song Wenzhou wipe his face.
Song Wenzhou closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said, "Go get the golden sore medicine."
Yuqing moved her hands for a moment and asked worriedly: "Master, where are you injured again?"
"Where else could it be?" Song Wenzhou couldn't help but angrily yelled, "Isn't this woman Lu Ling going to give up until I have no children or grandchildren?"
Yuqing reacted and was so shocked that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear: "Young Madam... did she burn you again?"
"It's a kick!"
Originally it wasn't that painful last night, but who would have thought that it would become more and more serious as the night passed.
"Why is the young lady so vicious?" Yu Qing couldn't help scolding, "Master, she hurts you over and over again... Then why don't you divorce her?"
As she said that, she went to take off Song Wenzhou's pants.
Song Wenzhou stood up following her movements, but did not respond to her words.
Yu Qing looked at the injury. Fortunately, it was just a bruise, not as serious as last time.
She helped Song Wenzhou apply the medicine in a familiar manner.
The two were silent for a long time.
"Yuqing,"
Song Wenzhou suddenly called her.
"Huh? Master, what's wrong? Does it hurt?" She moved her hands much more gently.
Song Wenzhou lowered his eyes and said, "I will take you as my concubine after I recover from the injury."
Yuqing was stunned at first.
"Really, Master?"
Then his eyes lit up and his hands trembled with excitement.
After all these years, she finally came out!
I think she became a personal maid with the young master when she was twelve, and the young master wanted her when she was fourteen.
So far, she has been with the young master for eight years, but her wife has never mentioned this matter. She is increasingly worried, fearing that her eight years of careful service to the young master will not earn her the title of concubine.
Now that the young master said this, she felt at ease.
As long as she becomes a concubine, she will be half a master in the future, her monthly income will be increased, and she will have her own yard and maids.
And looking at the current relationship between the young master and the young lady, I'm afraid they won't have a child so soon.
As long as I give birth to the eldest son of a concubine, I will be able to give birth to the eldest son of a concubine...
Thinking of this, Yuqing feels that the future is bright.
"Yu Qing?"
Song Wenzhou frowned when he saw her in a daze, "Why, aren't you just looking forward to this day? Are you unhappy?"
Yu Qing came back to her senses, looked at Song Wenzhou's delicate features, couldn't help but blush, and said quickly: "Of course Yu Qing is happy, Yu Qing has been looking forward to this day for a long time!"
Song Wenzhou saw her crooked eyebrows and liked her very much, so he lifted her chin and took a peck.
"My cousin is here!"
The little maid reported outside the door.
Yuqing hurriedly helped Song Wenzhou get dressed and then opened the door.
Facing Liu Qingyun's somewhat unhappy gaze, Yu Qing suddenly straightened her back and smiled brightly.
Liu Qingyun snorted lightly and looked at Song Wenzhou with concern.
"Cousin, are you sick?"
Song Wenzhou shook his head and said, "It's nothing serious. Yu Qing, go ahead and make some medicine."
Yuqing was not embarrassed because she was taken away because of her concubine.
Seeing that there was no one around, Liu Qingyun quickly reached out and took Song Wenzhou's hand, frowning and saying: "Cousin, I heard that you fell ill when you came back from Lu Ling's room last night. What happened?"
Song Wenzhou sighed.
Liu Qingyun's eyes showed suspicion: "Cousin, you didn't touch that woman last night, right?"
Song Wenzhou felt a little guilty when he heard this.
But when he thought that he had indeed not touched Lu Ling, he became more confident again.
She held Liu Qingyun's face and said, "Don't worry, you are the only one in my heart. That woman Lu Ling is as cold as a ghost and has no interest at all. How can she compare to you? I will never touch her in my life."
