Su Qinghuan originally thought that Lu Qi would say something "I must not be ungrateful", but after hearing this, he did not say anything and started eating the second bowl of dumplings and the third cake.

Su Qinghuan curled her lips and continued to chew on her chicken claws.

As night fell, Su Qinghuan gave the bed to Lu Qi. He hurt his whole body on the hard kang, and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Lu Qi didn't sleep either, so Su Qinghuan could tell from his breathing.

"Lu Qi," Su Qinghuan called him, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

“Is it cold?”

Before going to bed, he had already subsided, but Su Qinghuan was afraid that there would be recurrences.

Lu Qi said: "It's not cold, it's not uncomfortable anymore, I'll give you a quilt."

He seemed to be able to see things in the darkness, and a quilt was accurately thrown on Su Qinghuan, covering her tightly.

This is also her only quilt.

It was still cold in autumn nights, and Su Qinghuan thought about it and said, "Then pull up the mattress and cover half of it."

Lu Qi said "yes".

The quilt was given to her, and the faint fragrance of medicine that seemed to be carrying her body also dissipated, making him feel lost.

This unprecedented feeling made him feel novel and confused.

Neither of them could sleep, and Su Qinghuan said, "Let's tell ghost stories."

In the university dormitory, several people often told ghost stories at night to scare each other. The memories of their previous lives gradually faded away. Su Qinghuan stubbornly wanted to catch anything, but couldn't catch anything.

When she was there, she didn't dare to think about that. But now a tall man was asleep in her room, and even though she was disabled, she still felt relieved.

"I haven't heard of it before, I can't speak it." Lu Qi said.

Su Qinghuan rolled her eyes and suddenly changed the topic: "Lu Qi, you used to be a general."

Lu Qi was shocked and then said "yes".

"It looks like your muscles and bones, and there are calluses in your tiger's mouth and palms." Su Qinghuan said proudly.

Although there are calluses to hold the pen, it is different. Cheng Xuan's hand also holds a sword, but it is rare, so his hands are very white, his fingers are slender, and his joints are distinct. Lu Qi's palms are big and hard, with a healthy blood color, and his knuckles are thicker, tough and powerful.

This man has a tough spirit in every detail.

Lu Qi thought she would continue to say it, but Su Qinghuan turned the topic back and began to tell him "A Chinese Ghost Story".

When talking about the tree spirit grandma who controlled Xiaoqian, she deliberately made a weird laugh, but Lu Qi was not scared. She was frightened by herself and started fighting with both upper and lower teeth, and finished the story with difficulty.

"I won't say it anymore, I'm going to sleep." Su Qinghuan covered her head with a blanket.

As a result, she had a nightmare all night, and when she woke up the next day, she was depressed and regretted: "I won't say this again."

Lu Qi said, "Whether ghosts or demons are good or evil, there are good or evil. People's hearts are sinister, so what qualifications do you have to mock and exclude ghosts and demons?"

Su Qinghuan was surprised that he actually had such an enlightenment, and did not think that humans and ghosts were different, and that children could teach them.

"That's it." She echoed, and yawned again, "I heated up the remaining dumplings and cakes and ate them as soon as possible. Today is the fifth day of the New Year, and the town is in the market. I will go to sell herbs and buy some things back."

In Lu Qi's burning gaze, she took out a small silver ingot of five taels from the legs of the chair and said sly: "I have the best ability to hide money."

It's just a pity that when she came out of the Cheng family, she didn't bring a penny.

But it’s better not to bring it out. From then on, the road is back to the road and the bridge is back to the bridge.

Lu Qi smiled, and his dark brown eyes seemed to have broken stars, shining brightly.

"Ah, Lu Qi," Su Qinghuan seemed to have discovered a new continent, "You actually have dimples."

She deflated her index finger and pointed the corner of her mouth: "I don't even have it."

But you also look good when you smile.

This is something Lu Qi didn't say in his heart. When Su Qing laughed, his eyebrows were curved, which was a joy from the heart. Lu Qi felt like the warm sun in autumn, warm but not dazzling.

After saying a few words, Su Qinghuan ran out to fetch water and wash.

Lu Qi remembered her dream talk last night and fell into deep thought.

In the middle of the night, Su Qinghuan cried in her sleep: "It's me that was wrong, it's me that overestimated myself, I was really wrong..."

She also shouted a lot, and Lu Qi understood some, but some didn't.

For a while, she slammed and gasped, as if she fell into the water. He remembered that she had said lightly that she had fallen into the water twice during the day, and realized that she was not as calm as she seemed. Those two thrilling experiences left a deep shadow on her.

However, what made Lu Qixin feel the most was that she said she wanted to go back to "eat chicken", and more than once, and her tone was very excited, as if she was really chasing and blocking the ground... Hunting! The cheers of "Good luck, eat chicken tonight" were sincerely expressing joy...

I am confident about my broken bones and like to eat chicken. I am beyond ordinary people's sense of smell. I can easily turn into ice, and I deliberately use supernatural stories to test myself...

Lu Qi connected it one by one, and he boldly pieced together a guess in his heart - could Su Qinghuan be really wrong with my race, and was it caused by a fox?

There are also many stories about literati and vixen in this world. Although it is not as tortuous and moving as Su Qinghuan tells it, it is not uncommon.

As soon as this thought came up, Lu Qi felt that many of his questions about Su Qinghuan could be solved.

Yes, she was whimsical and could even do something like buying her husband. She was so agile and cunning, and she didn't care about men and women's defenses and rumors. Only this can explain it.

If Su Qinghuan knew that he had a big brain, he would definitely hit him: Fox spirit, you sister!

After dinner, the vixen, no, Su Qinghuan went out with a silver carrying a medicine basket on her back. Just as she was about to tell Lu Qi something, she saw him stand up and say, "I'll go with you."

Although he was not burning at the moment, Su Qinghuan hesitated: "There are several miles in the town, so you should not go."

But Lu Qi followed her irrefutably.

Su Qinghuan sighed: "If you insist on going, let's go and ride the Tofu King's ox cart. This is also good, so that I can tell that I have a husband, so that my grandmother can do anything else."

The tofu king has a good business and has to come back to get two trips of tofu during the market days, and to get people to make money by the way. It is fair to have two pennies per person.

After the publicity of the women yesterday, everyone in the village now knew that Su Qinghuan married a husband from the capital.

Although he was a lame man, everyone was curious about the fact that after getting on the ox cart, everyone couldn't help but glance at Lu Qi.

Lu Qi did not squint his eyes, but he carefully protected Su Qinghuan from being touched.

Su Qinghuan used to not like to ride in a ox cart because it was very crowded. The woman sitting opposite her holding a child in the car, lifting up her clothes and feeding her in public, which made her very embarrassed.
Chapter completed!