Scheming Husband Comes to Farm

Rong Xiu found out that Pei Yue's clothes at the back of his heart had been soaked in blood. Fortunately, he was wearing only coarse brown clothes, which could cover up a little.

"Wrap it up for me." Pei Yue this time actually caught Rong Xiu's hand: "and then burn this clothes, can't leave a trace."

Rong Xiu acted according to his words. Pei Yue's heart was hurt by a sword. However, he took out a dagger from his sleeve and handed it to Rongxiu's hand: "prick it for me again."

"No way." Rong Xiu's hand shook: "I can't do this, I'm sorry."

"If you don't, we'll die here." Pei Yue looks cold.

This reminds Rong Xiu of the killer she saved in the past. Her eyes in the dark seem to have the same coldness.

"What did you do?" Rong Xiu bit her lip gently: "kill?"

"I went to explore the way." Pei more cold voice way: "behind this sword wound, if you don't help me to cover up, just now the maid went to report, then I have only one way to die."

The dagger in her hand was very cold, but Rong Xiu's hand was a little hot. Her arm was spasmodic and quite nervous.

After a while, Rong Xiu tightly pursed her lips, and she finally stopped shaking. She lifted her hand and dropped the dagger, spinning a piece of flesh and blood around the wound.

"Er..." Pei ate more and more pain, low exhaled.

Rong Xiu wiped the blood on her hand with a cloth, perhaps because of a little stimulation. All her movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water. She threw all the things into the charcoal basin and gradually burned, which made her feel relieved.

"You don't look like that ordinary woman." After hearing Pei Yue's evaluation, it turned out that she was just an ordinary woman. Rongxiu couldn't help but stick in her waist, and her face seemed to have thin anger: "even if I'm a village woman, I'm not an ordinary woman."

Although speaking of this era, but the beauty of Rong embroidery is still there. Whether it is the appearance or the virtue of the original owner, it is first-class.

Pei couldn't help but smile: "in the past, I made you look simple. Just relying on your skill of cutting meat today, it's not like ordinary people."

His sleeve a close, from sleeve drop out a small medicine bottle: "this is the best medicine, you help me apply."

After that, his head sank and he fainted.

Rong Xiu could not help crying or laughing. She opened the medicine bottle, put the wound medicine on, and reluctantly helped Pei Yue to the bed.

In the evening, Pei Yuefang wakes up, but he doesn't think about it. Rongxiu is sitting at the table dozing with her head on her head.

Fortunately, I'm still alive Pei more and more sighed, he closed his eyes again, fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already daybreak outside, and there was a bowl of porridge on the table. Judging from this, he knew that Rongxiu had brought it. He got up, took the porridge bowl and drank it slowly.

Qichun palace, it is too calm, this calm, unavoidably let people have a sense of uneasiness, Pei Yuewei squinted.

There was a knock on the door, and before he could answer, the door was opened. Entering the door, Rong Xiu was stunned: "you have already woken up."

"I'm fine." Pei Yue shook his arm: "have you come up with something to cook?"

"This..." Rong Xiu shook her head: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Pei Yue didn't expect this answer. Rong Xiu's cooking skill was natural. It didn't look like it had been specially carved and trained. She had never seen the best dishes, so she couldn't make them.

Pei Yue then picked up the paper and pen in the room, wrote a food list, handed it to Rong Xiu's hand: "then do these dishes."

There are bright shrimp roast, white dragon soup, jade dew group, eight immortals plate. Looking at these dishes, Rong Xiu was stunned: "to tell you the truth, in addition to the bright shrimp roast, I still barely know how to make it. The others are a little too abstract..."

"Abstract?" Pei Yue is particularly sensitive to this unknown vocabulary. "I can't do it..."

The eyebrows of Rong embroidery frown. It seems that it is quite lovely.

"Don't worry, there's me." Pei Yue was rare to show a trace of smile: "these dishes, do not need to be too delicate, but people suspect."

In the afternoon, Pei went to sleep. After that, Rongxiu quietly disposed of the ingredients.

The day of February 12 Flower Festival has finally arrived. This time, Rongxiu is not as opportunistic as last time. This time, she conscientiously according to the food list, and with the help of Pei Yue, she finally completed four dishes.

Today, she had to carry the food box, came to the flower hall, there are many cooks here, without exception, they all carry the food box in their hands.

Lianyi looked at the past one by one, and soon her eyes were fixed on Rong Xiu's body: "Rong embroidery lady, please come in."

A little sweat in the palm, but Rongxiu still carried the food box into the door.

To her surprise, the king of Qichun was not in the flower hall. She immediately put her heart down, but she was nervous again.Today, we are going to Lianchuan tower, which is the best watchtower in Qicheng. Standing on it, you can see the most beautiful scenery in the whole city.

But now, in addition to the plum blossom, other flowers are not in full bloom. Rongxiu is thinking about it. However, Lianyi brings people in with several food boxes. They completely ignore Rongxiu. They come and go. Soon, Lianyi comes in again: "Lady Rongxiu, follow me."

Rong Xiu took a deep breath, then followed up, through the side door of the flower hall, along the corridor, to the side door of the palace. The carriage was ready.

"Go up." The ripples stopped. This carriage was seen on the Shangyuan Festival.

Rong Xiu hesitated for a moment and stepped on the wooden steps. Before she lifted the curtain, she heard her giggling. Someone was already in the carriage She slowly opened the curtain and saw Qin Wu sitting in the carriage, while the king of Qichun leaned on the soft couch, looking alienated.

Rong Xiu has nothing left in her heart. She slowly sits far away from the king of Qichun and puts down the food box in her hand.

"You're not that day..." Qin Weili recognized Rongxiu when she saw the beauty. She was proud of her beauty. When she saw the beauties beside her, she never forgot.

Rong Xiuyan looks at the nose and nose at the heart, as if she didn't hear it at all. She only hopes that this section of road can be shorter and go earlier.

"Is it true that the Lord is still obsessed with the bowl of dumplings?" Qin's lips shed a smile.

But the king of Qichun had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Qin Wu asked for a boring, then no longer speak, her delicate lips open and close, as if singing a light song, slowly pouring into the ears of Rongxiu. The song was light and gentle, and a sense of sleep came slowly, and she fell asleep.