My Lady, Something is Wrong

Luo Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he floated closer.

The girl whispered: "Brother-in-law... Wei Mo knows you are pretending to sleep, right? If you don't move... Wei Mo will bite you..."

"Mother is asleep...Brother-in-law, Wei Mo didn't lie to you..."

"Brother-in-law... brother-in-law..."

Luo Qingzhou woke up instantly and hurriedly stood up.

Qiu'er was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Young Master! Quick, hide!"

The girl who was lying softly on the bed also sat up, and said in a shy voice: "Brother-in-law, on the bed..."

Luo Qingzhou was like a thief who was about to be discovered stealing, his heart was full of fright, he didn't have time to think about it, he jumped onto the bed with ease, and got under the quilt.

After he curled up under the quilt with his head covered, he suddenly woke up.

Why is he hiding?

Isn't this a guilty conscience and asking for trouble?

Wouldn't it be enough for him to go out directly, or go to the desk to study ink and write?

Even if he stood in front of the bed and talked to Miss Qin Er, the mother-in-law wouldn't say anything, would she?

But now he is hiding on Miss Qin Er's bed, if that mother-in-law finds out...

"Wait, Second Miss, I..."

He hurriedly got out of the quilt, and before he finished speaking, with a "wow", the girl on the bed had already pulled the curtain.

At the same time, the voice of the mother-in-law has already sounded at the door: "Is that kid gone?"

Zhu'er bowed beside her and said, "Young Master has already left."

Qiu'er also replied at the door: "Young master left after eating with the young lady, and the young lady has already fallen asleep."

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

These two girls said so, they directly blocked the way for him to get out of bed.

"Hmph, it's still a bit self-aware!"

Song Ruyue snorted coldly, took off her shoes, walked into the room, and said coldly: "If he hasn't left yet, I just need someone to pick manure in my back garden. Let him pick manure for me tonight!"

Luo Qingzhou retracted the quilt, not daring to move again.

Song Ruyue went to the back room, and called softly, "Wei Mo, are you asleep?"

Qin Weimo was lying under the quilt with a blushing face, clinging to someone, and said through the hazy curtain: "Mother, I fell asleep, and I feel a little uncomfortable now, you...don't come here."

Song Ruyue walked to the bedside and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable again? Let mother take a look."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull back the curtain.

Luo Qingzhou trembled.

Qin Weimo hurriedly said: "Mother, don't...don't pull, Weimo is afraid of the wind..."

Song Ruyue paused when she heard the words, withdrew her hand, and said, "Then are you coughing again? Do you want to drink some medicine?"

Qin Weimo said weakly: "No need, mother, I... I'm sleepy, I want to rest..."

Song Ruyue nodded and said: "Okay, you can rest, mother will not bother you."

As he spoke, he helped her blow out the red candle on the bedside.

Immediately, he went outside again and blew out the oil lamp.

In the room, there was only one candle burning on the desk, and the thick red candle was burning slowly in the candlestick, exuding a dim yellow light.

In the room, it was quiet and warm.

Song Ruyue did not leave, but went to the beauty's couch and lay down on her side, took a book, and casually flipped through it.

Qiu'er and Zhu'er came in and took away the food, and changed the incense balls, added charcoal fire, and brought her a hand stove.

After a while.

Qin Weimo, who was lying on the bed, finally couldn't help but said: "Mother, why don't you go back to rest?"

Song Ruyue flipped through the book and said, "I'll sleep here tonight, it's very nice here, much more comfortable than sleeping here."

Two people on the bed: "..."

"What? Don't you want your mother to sleep with you?"

Song Ruyue asked.

Qin Weimo said weakly: "No..."

Song Ruyue suddenly put down the book in her hand, sat up and said, "Wei Mo, your bed is so big, can mother sleep with you? Mother has never slept in your bed, I really want to enjoy it. "

Someone's body under the quilt trembled again.

"No... not good."

"Hmph, cheapskate."

Song Ruyue got down from the beauty's couch, walked to the side of the bed and said, "Weimo, do you feel sore after lying all day? Mother, can you massage your body?"

"No...no need, mother, I'm really sleepy, I need to rest..."

"Okay, okay, go to sleep, mother won't bother you anymore."

Song Ruyue turned around and left, lay down on the beauty couch again, and picked up the books.

In the room, there was no sound.

It was almost morning.

Song Ruyue put down her books, turned her head and glanced at the inner room, pulled the blanket over her body, lay down, and muttered: "That girl's body is too weak, let her rest well. I have to watch carefully tonight. I can't sleep with her."

The two people on the bed listened and looked at each other.

Luo Qingzhou smelled the fragrance of the girl nearby and the hot breath from his nose, and couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned around slowly, turned his back to her, and pressed against the wall tightly.

The girl blushed and moved her body, sticking tightly behind him.

The two of them lay on their sides like this, quietly and motionless.

Each other's breathing, heartbeat, seems to be able to hear.

After a while, the girl suddenly raised her arms and hugged him gently from behind. With a happy smile on her lips, she closed her eyes.

For her, this is enough.

She is very satisfied and contented.

She didn't dare to expect too much, because he didn't belong to her.

The girl fell asleep quickly and sweetly, without coughing again, her cold body and heart became warm at this night.

And on the beauty couch outside, the beautiful woman who said she couldn't fall asleep, at this time, the corners of her mouth had already started to saliva, and she was sleeping more soundly than anyone else.

Luo Qingzhou faced the wall without feeling sleepy.

When it was almost three o'clock, he saw that both mother and daughter were fast asleep, and Fang closed his eyes and concentrated, his spirit came out of his body.

Since the body cannot leave, it is enough for the soul to leave.

In this case, even if the body can no longer bear it, it is impossible to act on its own.

He couldn't hurt the girl next to him.

One is that moral etiquette does not allow it, and the other is that the girl's body does not allow it.

Third, as long as he dares to make any noise, the mother-in-law outside will definitely be awakened.

Therefore, he could only leave his body to sleep with him, his soul left his body, and went to practice silently in the dark.

The soul fluttered, flew up to the roof, and looked down, the sleeping girl was faintly lingering with wisps of black air.

And when the black air touched his body, it suddenly retreated.

Seeing this scene, Luo Qingzhou suddenly realized: No wonder Second Miss Qin is willing to be with him, it must be because her heart and body are comfortable.

He recalled the words of the spirit senior again.

Now it seems that there is indeed some truth.

You are a genius, remember for a second: Red Spring:

Chapter 140 I bullied him and wanted to earn money to support him

【Anti-------Piracy Chapter】

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"The prince is a guest in the village of Malogyomovo. He greets you," Lida said to her mother, returning from nowhere, taking off her gloves. The question of setting up a medical clinic in the village of Malodyomovo was once again brought up on the Internet. But he said that there is little hope." Then she turned to me and said: "I'm sorry, I forgot again, you don't know anything about such things Interested in."

I feel angry.

"Why not?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders. "You don't like to know my opinion, but I can assure you that it does interest me."

"is it?"

"Yes. In my opinion, there is absolutely no need for an infirmary in Malodyomovo."

My anger spread to her.She glanced at me, narrowed her eyes, and asked:

"Then what is needed? A landscape painting?"

"Landscapes aren't needed either. Nothing is needed there."

She took off her gloves and picked up a newspaper that had just been delivered by the postman.After a while, apparently restraining herself, she whispered:

"Anna died of dystocia last week. If there had been an infirmary nearby, she would have survived. I think gentlemen landscape painters should have a clear opinion on this."

"I have a very definite opinion on this, please believe me," I replied, but she shielded my view from the newspaper, as if she would not listen to me, "in my opinion, the infirmary, the school, the library, the pharmacy, etc. Wait, the existing conditions are only conducive to slavery. The people are bound hand and foot by a huge chain, and instead of breaking this chain, you add many new links to it-this is my opinion. "

She looked up at me and smiled mockingly.I went on, trying to catch my main idea:

"The problem is not that Anna died in childbirth, but that all these Annas, Maveras, and Pelagias work bent over from morning to night, and they are always sick because of their inability to work, and they starve all their lives. Worrying about sick children, fearing death and disease all their lives, seeking medical treatment all their lives, dying prematurely, with a haggard face, dying in filth and stench. Their children grow up and repeat the same old routine. Hundreds of years like this In the past, tens of thousands of people live a life that is worse than pigs and dogs-just for a piece of bread, they are in fear all day long. The reason why their situation is terrible is that they have no time to think about their own souls, and they don't care about their own image and Appearance. Hunger, cold, instinctive fear, and heavy labor block their spiritual life like an avalanche. Only spiritual life is the sign that distinguishes man from animals, and is his only pursuit in life. You arrive Go among them, help them with hospitals and schools, but you do not free them from bondage, quite the contrary, you further enslave them, because you give them life

You add new prejudices, you widen the range of their needs, not to mention that they have to pay the Zemstvo for sting poultices and books, which means they have to work harder. "