Empress Mi Benji

Chapter 7
In the cold rain and wind, Zhuang Xun's forehead was close to Si Qin Mi's chin, but his excited mood was cooler than his hotter forehead.

"I'm breathing, Mrs. Siqin, are you resurrected? But I clearly saw that you were beheaded." Zhuang Xun said in confusion, and couldn't quite react after being hugged.

"Yes, thanks to the reincarnation of His Majesty the King, Huanyang and Mr. Lang are married, don't dig, first take shelter from the rain and make a fire, and dry your wet clothes, Mr. Zhuang." He could feel the temperature on the top of Xun's forehead, Si Qinmi thought to warm up Zhuang Xun quickly, and stop wearing wet clothes.

"Yeah." Without the tense strings, the person was slack.

"There is a farm nearby, but it's not convenient for me to meet people. Let's go up the mountain. I remember that there is a summer pavilion on Yushan Mountain. There is a stream next to the pavilion, where I can wash clothes." The blood-stained clothes, large dark blood red , I don’t know what kind of murderer I thought, after thinking about it, Si Qin Mi said
"Then I'll borrow some flint, just to return the hoe." Zhuang Xun said lazily, since the person is alive, there is no need to bury the coffin.

"Wait, sir, let's go to the farm to rest. The concubine will bury the coffin first. The less people know about the concubine's death and resurrection, the better." Si Qinmi looked at the coffin. Let people know that the coffin must be buried in the ground.

"I'll come, how can I let you come." Zhuang Xun also thought of it, and he walked to the coffin.

"But Mr. Lang has caught the wind and cold, you go to the farm to keep warm first, the concubine will bury the coffin, wash the clothes and come to you later." Si Qin Mi looked at Zhuang Xun worriedly.

"It's not about to die. Besides, it's just covered with soil. You go and wash your clothes and we'll go home." The pit has been dug halfway, and he was too lazy to dig. Zhuang Xun pushed the coffin into the shallow pit and began to cover it with soil.

"Let me do it, you rest." Si Qin Mi also felt that it made sense, picked up the hoe beside her and learned to cover the soil.

"Don't waste time, you wash your clothes so that you can go back to the city, otherwise you and I will have to wait for the laundry after covering the soil." Zhuang Xun was very tired, but he still insisted.

"That's good." Si Qin Mi rolled in the mud, and the blood turned into mud.

The former noble lady didn't seem to care about rolling in the mud, let alone working. She picked up a hoe, and she could do it faster than Zhuang Xun. Zhuang Xun was humiliated, but his affection for Si Qin Mi increased greatly.

It's probably because she has no airs, so her willingness to do it is really amazing.

"I'm sorry, I took the liberty to marry you in order to send you out of the city." Zhuang Xun apologized to her while collecting the dirt.

"Let's talk when we get back, sir, rest." Si Qin Mi quickened her movements.

Zhuang Xun didn't listen to her, and she didn't listen to Zhuang Xun, the two of them worked faster and faster.

As long as the coffin is put into the soil, no matter how big the soil bag is, as long as the coffin is buried in the soil, the two of them will pat the soil bag and look at each other and smile.

"The daughter of the Siqin family died here." Siqin Mi murmured, and the two left together.

The farmer's tools were returned, and they refused to wash them at the farmhouse. No one stopped the two of them when they entered the city, and they were treated as refugees.

There were all kinds of refugees, and Siqin Mi's face was muddy, but she didn't attract the attention of others.

Back at the hut he had rented, Zhuang Xun had to exert himself, boiled water to wipe himself, changed his clothes, rummaged under the quilt for a long time, found two copper coins, went out and bought a sesame seed cake while Siqin Mi was washing up.

With the influx of refugees, prices soared. Yesterday I could buy two biscuits, but today I can only buy one.

Already hungry, Zhuang Xun thought of himself a year ago, and it seemed to be the same at that time, but now he still has a place to live, so he went home with the cake without hesitation.

After seeing Si Qin Mi who had been cleaned, she wondered if she had come back from the dead. Her appearance had been ruined. After washing, her cheeks were pierced with blood-red blood, which looked terrifying like a split. It might have been used by a passer-by at that time. The stone was hit, and she was very embarrassed when delivering the wine, but it was exposed after cleaning, and she was in good shape, she was wearing Zhuang Xun's robe, and her exquisite figure was extraordinarily exquisite
"Mrs. Siqin, don't be disgusted. The house is poor and there is nothing to eat." Zhuang Xun took the initiative to take out the cake. He doesn't want to move when he has a fever.

"I won't eat it, but my husband will eat it. If your husband is sick, please eat more." Si Qinmi shook her head and declined.

"Cakes are worth a penny. I've already eaten one. You should eat it first." Zhuang Xun lied naturally.

"Half for each person, if you eat, I will eat." Si Qin Mi pushed the cake away.

"I said I've eaten it, forget it, I'll borrow some money and buy some more." Seeing her resolute attitude, Zhuang Xun walked out.

"Your Majesty is sick, please rest. If you want to borrow money, it's my concubine who will borrow it." Si Qinmi pulled Zhuang Xun back.

"You are dead, who can you ask to borrow money?" Zhuang Xun looked at her cheek happily, and immediately felt that it was much more pleasing to the eye, at least no one would associate her with Si Qin Mi.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Lang eats first." Si Qin Mi stubbornly handed the cake to Zhuang Xun's mouth.

"Let's eat together." Zhuang Xun wanted to break free, but found that he couldn't hold her back.

"En." Si Qin Mi nodded.

Looking at each other, each took a bite, fearing that the other person would eat less, the two of them took a bite like this, and slowly wiped out the small bread. Si Qinmi's eyes were as gentle as water, and Zhuang Xun turned his head after taking a look.

"I'll borrow some money." I was still hungry.

"Rest, sir." Si Qinmi pulled Zhuang Xun, pushed him down on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"Take a good rest, honey, sleep first." Si Qinmi sat on the side of the bed, touched Zhuang Xun's forehead, showing distressed expression.

"..." Zhuang Xun was already tired, and fell asleep groggyly after going to bed.

Seeing that Zhuang Xun fell asleep, Si Qin Mi went to search for her muddy clothes, found the apron that she had taken off, and rinsed it with water, revealing a beautiful pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water.

She stared at it for a long time, seeming to have made up her mind.

She tore up the apron, picked out the mandarin duck gold thread sewn with her fingernails, and kneaded the gold thread into a strand.

When Zhuang Xun woke up, he was awakened by a scent of medicine. Si Qinmi was squatting in front of a small medicine stove with a small fan fanning the fire, and her clothes had changed into women's clothes, but they had changed into civilian clothes. , the overall color is gray, and she looks gray, but even so, she still has a leisurely temperament.

"Where did you get the money to buy the medicinal materials?" Zhuang Xun's voice was hoarse and muffled.

"There is gold thread on my concubine's bellyband. I tore it off and exchanged it for copper coins. I bought some cloth for medicine, food, charcoal fire, and more than a hundred coins." Si Qinmi sat on the side of the bed and took out the warm cloth from the lining. bread.

"Lang Jun, wake up from hunger, eat some bread to satisfy your hunger first." Si Qinmi gently lifted Zhuang Xun up, put the copper coin on the table, made a tinkling sound, and handed the bread to his mouth again .

"Thank you." With the lightly fragrant noodle cake, even if Zhuang Xun was sick, he would be aroused by gluttons. Knowing that it was not Si Qinmi who gave him the remaining cake, Zhuang Xun swallowed it, and after a few mouthfuls he felt He took the dough cake because he was not very elegant, and took small bites.

Si Qinmi watched Zhuang Xun eat the cake, and then handed him some honey water to drink, then stretched his brows to see how the medicine was getting better.

"Can you tell me now, madam, how did you come back from death?" Zhuang Xun felt full, and after lying down on the bed with some energy, he asked, and after thinking for a while, he added: "There is also the relationship between husband and wife. .”

(End of this chapter)