Fang Chu pursed his lips and whispered, "You sleep, I'll go outside."
He got up and went to the Kang outside and sat silently.
The couple always disliked people waiting on the night watchman in the room, so although the noise was a bit loud just now, Fang Chu and Qingya didn't call anyone, and Zizhu and the others didn't dare to come in.
Looking back on the madness just now, Fang Chu felt very heavy.
Qingya had experienced that humiliation first, she was sad, she had to carefully hide and cover up in front of him, and she was treated so roughly by him.
He could understand her pain and discomfort.
He felt equally bad, they were torturing each other.
When he calmed down, he thought, why should he blame her?
If you want to blame it, it's also Han Xiyi's fault.
How can you blame her?
If he really cared about chastity, he wouldn't have insisted on marrying her back then.
At that time, she was kidnapped by Wei Zhao and imprisoned by Lord Fei Xu for so many days.
He believed in his heart that she was no longer perfect, but he didn't care and was going to take her to live in a place where no one knew them.
Just afraid that she would be laughed at and humiliated.
Is his affection for her all fake?
In this quiet night, he reflected on himself.
He touched the face that she had slapped and thought: "It's not fake.
I love her so much, how could I dislike her?
I'm jealous, jealous of her treating Han Xiyi like this."
In addition to jealousy, he was also lost and sad: When something goes wrong, she doesn't cry to him, nor does she ask him to make the decision for her.
She kept everything secret because she didn't trust him as a husband.
Is she hiding this matter because she is afraid that he will take revenge on Han Xiyi?
He thought about it, his heart soaring with excitement.
He gave up hastily, not daring to think about it any more.
He just wanted to: forget it, forget it.
After a long time, he heard that there was no sound inside, so he quietly got off the kang, stepped lightly, and walked in silently.
When he came to the bed, he stopped first and stared at the woman on the bed through a layer of embroidered curtains.
There was no sound at all, and my breathing was very light while sleeping.
He walked into the bed curtains, sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked carefully at Qingya.
Sure enough, he was fast asleep.
It seemed that she was still angry.
She pursed her red lips slightly and raised her hands into fists beside her chin.
It seemed that she was still crying before going to bed.
He stretched out his hand to touch her face, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so he pulled it back.
He just sat there and watched her sleep.
The next morning, Qingya woke up on time.
When I opened my eyes, the scene last night immediately came to mind.
I have not forgotten it, and the anger in my heart has not disappeared.
However, her home was robbed by mobs, and she could not lose her temper because of her children's affair.
She is the head matron of this family, and she still needs to deal with many things.
At the very least, we must adopt a sincere attitude to comfort the relatives of those who died and stabilize people's hearts.
But after all, I was still in low spirits.
I sat up lazily without calling anyone.
I stretched out my hand to lift the embroidered curtain.
When I got out of bed, I felt my feet go soft.
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I hurriedly raised my legs and looked around.
I saw Fang Chu sleeping on the floor next to the bed.
She was lying there, with the quilt wrapped around her like a silkworm chrysalis.
She couldn't help but frown and thought, how could she sleep like this?
After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly realized: This was because he was afraid that she would commit suicide.
She couldn't help but stare at him.
He was afraid that she would die.
Why did he treat her like that?
Fortunately, I didn't step on him, otherwise I would have broken his ribs.
Then he worried, what if he catches a cold in such a cold weather?
Maybe Qing Ya's eyes were too focused, and Fang Chu's six senses were all startled, and he couldn't sleep peacefully.
He sat up with a "huh" and immediately found Qing Ya, sitting on the bed staring at him.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and he spoke first.
He said: "You're up" Then he shouted loudly outside: "Zizhu" The girls immediately poured in, holding basins, towels, toothbrushes, mouthwash basins, etc.
Zizhu stepped forward and helped Qingya get dressed and wash herself.
Being quiet saved the awkward confrontation with Fang Chu.
Zizhu was horrified: her fair and white neck was covered in bruises or scars, and even her earlobes were red, swollen and bitten.
As a maid who serves closely, Zizhu certainly knows what's going on with these bruises, but it's always been mild in the past, and it's never been this serious.
She swept across Qingya's face calmly, and Qingya was as quiet as ever.
However, Zizhu felt that something was wrong.
Zhinu's quietness always made people feel comfortable.
Staying with her would make people feel calm and peaceful.
But today, Zhinu's silence was a bit stagnant, like the ice outside, which made people feel cold and...
Don't dare to get close.
She was extremely worried.
Could it be that Zhinu and the uncle had a quarrel?
This has never happened before.
The little girls were all around, but she didn't show it at all.
She chose a narrow jacket with a stand-up collar to put on for Qingya, and took a large red fox fur collar to put it on after dinner, and added The big fur cloak completely covered the neck.
But the ears She winked at Qingzhu, who was preparing to comb Qingya's hair.
Qingzhu's eyes fell on Qingya's earlobe, and he understood immediately.
Her dexterity is not something to be boasted about, and her combing of hair is never rigid.
A type of bun allows her to change the details and create many patterns, which change according to the changes in the clothes on Qingya's body.
Today she gave Qingya a low bun, carefully wrapped the hair on both sides to cover her ears, and then combed it up.
After combing her hair, she chose a pair of small, weightless purple pearl earrings for Qingya.
Qingya sat in front of the dressing table, her mind wandering all the time, letting them do whatever they wanted.
She had never experienced anything like this before and didn't know how to face Fang Chu.
It was not her temperament to torment him and abuse him in anger, but it was impossible for her to just let it go and smile at him.
It wasn't that she was being pretentious, it was just what happened last night that left a shadow in her heart.
After dressing up, breakfast was already laid out on the kang outside.
Qing Ya came out and Fang Chu sat at the kang table waiting for her.
He raised his head and swept her up and down, and was immediately very satisfied with the two girls Zizhu and Qingzhu.
Being able to serve on weekdays is not a real skill, but knowing how to cover up for the master in extraordinary circumstances and doing so calmly is a real dedication, and it shows that they are skilled in craftsmanship and have a unique vision.
The rules of Zizhu and other eight girls were trained by Mother Jiang.
Mother Jiang was an old man who served Mrs.
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Fang.
Her knowledge and abilities were extraordinary.
Their martial arts were trained by Xia Yao and Zhang Heng.
Their comprehensive abilities were very good, but I still failed in my duty yesterday At the moment, both of them had breakfast in silence.
The maids felt that the atmosphere was unusual and were silent.
While eating, someone outside replied: "Uncle, the people in front of me said that Uncle Han is leaving."
Fang Chu paused and stopped using his chopsticks.
Qingya also stopped using his chopsticks.
Fang Chu looked at Qingya.
Seeing his searching eyes, Qingya thought that he wanted her to go out together to see someone off, but it was hard for her to say anything.
Han Xiyi blocked a disaster for her last night and was injured, but she never went to visit him to thank him.
Logically, she should go out to see someone off today, so she planned to do it later.
She had a fight with Fang Chu last night, which somewhat diluted her unbearable impression of bumping into Han Xiyi.
She couldn't even care about the quarrel with Fang Chu.
Who would always remember that scene with him.
So she drank the porridge quickly.
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