The male sword fairy in the feminist world

Chapter 1331 Selling Words

Chu Qing saw all this, Fu Ling took care of his legs as always, and now his legs are much better, and he can walk now, although there will be some pain occasionally, but for him these are tolerable , he can act as if it doesn't hurt at all.

Fu Ling happily watched him trot for a while in front of her without hindrance, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and said with some pride: "My girl's medical skills are indeed much better than before, and your leg is almost useless. I will bring it back."

"Yeah, you contributed a lot to this matter, so I decided!"

"Decided what?" Fu Ling looked at him suspiciously.

Chu Qing squeezed her face, "The weather is getting colder and colder these days, and the road outside is very slippery and unsafe. You come back too late and I worry every time, so you should stay at home obediently from now on. Now, my legs are already healed, and the husband should take care of these livelihood matters from now on!"

Fu Ling stared at him blankly, and rubbed her ears to make sure what she heard was true. Her nose suddenly felt sour, and she suddenly thought that if one day Chu Qing regained her memory and found that she and him were not husband and wife, and found out that she had lied to him Will he be very angry after leaving him for so long?Will he never want to see her again in this life?

No, she won't let that happen!
Fu Ling suppressed the strangeness in her heart, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was moved but forced to hold back tears, which made Chu Qing feel helpless again.

Fu Ling threw herself into Chu Qing's arms, "We'll discuss these later, husband and wife are one body, so there's no reason for you to bear it alone?"

Chu Qing didn't refute her this time, he thought the future would be long.

After this incident, Chu Qing went out to look for food, Fu Ling insisted on following, but the actual situation was getting worse and worse. Chu Qing made Chu Qing dare not take her to those dangerous places, so the two of them had to return disappointed many times.

Winter is finally here, and there is snow outside, Fu Ling always sits and looks at the snow outside the window with a worried face, but when she realizes that Chu Qing is looking at her, she immediately changes her expression, Chu Qing feels more and more anxious She knew that Chu Qing was worried about food, so she finally made up her mind.

Although Chu Qing obstructed her in every possible way before, and even got angry with her, Chu Qing knew that this was the only quick way now.

For the next whole day, he wrote whenever he had time. When Chu Qing saw him, he just smiled and said, "The place we live in is very desolate. Didn't you say that you can ward off evil spirits by wearing my calligraphy? Then I will Write more, try to make you carry the same words every day, you can promise me that you must wear it close to your body, no matter where you go, you can’t leave your body, just take me by your side all the time, let me accompany you you."

After hearing what he said, Fu Ling only blushed and was happy, and didn't realize what Chu Qing was thinking at all.

After dinner in the evening, she wanted Fu Ling to rest first, and practice calligraphy for a while, but Fu Ling insisted on accompanying her, so Chu Qing had no choice but to tell her stories while writing, and did not pick her up until she fell asleep. On the couch, I looked at her deeply, then kissed her forehead, and said softly: "Don't blame me, anyway, I am here, I will write you as many words as you want in the future."

Taking advantage of the night, Chu Qing took his large stack of characters to the street. Because the journey was far away, it was already early morning when he arrived on the street. The vegetable baskets were picking and picking, and the girls covered half of their faces with their sleeves when they passed by Chu Qing, but there was undisguised admiration in their eyes. A few boldly wanted to talk to Chu Qing, but Chu Qing directly ignored.

His current goal is very simple. He found a place, sat cross-legged, spread out a piece of cloth, put the words he wrote on it, cleared his throat, and raised his voice: "Sell words, sell words!"

(End of this chapter)