She knew that she was not worried about the powder, but that the subsequent events caused by the half pack of powder were really disturbing.

The other party knows everything about their actions, but they know nothing about their opponents.

What Malan is afraid of is this fear of facing the unknown.

Zi Yan lowered her head and comforted Ma Lan seriously: "Madam, please don't worry, I will protect your safety at the first time and prevent you from any harm."

Apart from her parents, Malan is one of the few people in the world who treats her well.

If she could, she would sacrifice her life to repay him.

Malan turned her head and looked at Zi Yan. She lowered her head and couldn't see her expression.

"It's not to protect me, it's to protect Qin Zhihuan."

Malan straightened the cold quilt on his body and then said: "I can live only if he is alive."

Zi Yan was stunned: "Madam, have you ever had feelings for Mr. Hou after all this time?"

Malan looked nervous and didn't expect how to answer.

Zi Yan stepped forward to tidy up the quilt for her and asked again: "Does Madam put Mr. Hou's life first because she likes it or is she afraid?"

Does she like Qin Zhihuan or is she afraid that Qin Zhihuan's death will harm her?

The question Zi Yan asked was not something Ma Lan had never thought about.

One day a couple's kindness lasts a hundred days, and it is impossible not to be moved.

It was like she really missed him at this moment, and it was so cold in bed that she missed him even more.

But to say that I like him and love him more than myself is not enough.

Malan shook his head: "I don't know."

Zi Yan looked at her and asked softly: "Why don't you know? Can't the lady see how kind the Marquis is to his wife?

Did Madam ever have feelings for anyone else before she got married? Madam, why don’t you take advantage of these few days to think about it carefully, apart from the Marquis, have you ever had such feelings for anyone else?"

Before she got married, she spent every day either studying or running her small shop.

The rest of the time was spent going to Shifang Temple to play with Fang Zheng.

There were many peach blossoms planted in Shifang Temple. She liked them very much and couldn't bear to leave every time she went there.

Therefore, before she got married, she didn't have much contact with other boys except Fang Zheng, let alone being attracted to him.

Although she was pretending to Qin Zhihuan, she pulled his sleeves and shouted like a man, and she also threw herself into his arms and acted coquettishly.

No matter what the reason was, she was more affectionate and trusting of Qin Zhi.

She also once thought about whether she would marry Qin Zhihuan if there was no Zimu Gu.

Probably yes.

Although Qin Zhihuan's reputation was not good, his appearance was really good, and she was attracted by him at a glance.

The most important thing is that if she wants to expand her business, she must have Qin Zhihuan's support behind her.

Her mother once told her that a man like Qin Zhi who refused to accept a concubine and was willing to bow his head was really rare in the world.

It's normal that she really likes it.

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

But their encounter was really not a good one...

Seeing that Malan frowned and didn't speak, Zi Yan said, "Madam, have you ever thought that maybe it was fate given by God that we were together by chance that day?"

No one wants them to have a wedding ceremony because they want them to have the chance to regret it.

Maybe they are a match made in heaven.

Seeing that she was silent, Zi Yan continued: "Madam, you should go to bed early. With Madam Gu and Master Lede here, you will be fine."

The more Ma Lan thought about it, the more confused she became. She simply gave up thinking about it and turned over to sleep with the quilt in her arms.

Seeing her eyes closed, Zi Yan thought she was asleep, so she covered her with a quilt and went out.

Malan opened her eyes only after she exited.

The night at Qixia Temple was particularly quiet. Fine raindrops fell on the eaves and made a slight sound when they hit the ground.

Malan sat up and got out of bed to get half a packet of medicinal powder.

She wants to try...

Is it really possible to sleep peacefully and meditate?

The water in the teapot was already cold, and Malan didn't ask anyone to change it to hot water. He mixed the water with half the packet of medicinal powder and drank it.

Listening to the sound of rain outside the window, she climbed back into bed, closed her eyes and prepared to fall asleep.

The rain that has been falling for a day has not become lighter at all, but has become heavier and heavier.

The sound of raindrops falling from the eaves is like a lullaby.

Malan turned over, sleepiness swept over him bit by bit, and he lost consciousness in a daze.

Half a pack, it really clears the mind and makes people sleep peacefully.

With the help of the medicinal powder, Malan quickly fell asleep.

It rained in the temple, and the air became damper and colder.

In a daze, Malan felt cold. She huddled up in the quilt like a rice dumpling, fearing that any movement would dissipate the heat that had finally accumulated in the quilt.

She wrapped herself tightly, but she didn't feel warm at all. Instead, she became colder and colder.

The warmth in her body drained away little by little, and the overwhelming cold air swept over her, taking her into a dream.

In the dream, she was not warm at all. She was in the freezing and snowy Jiangnan, and she was trembling with cold.

She couldn't help but look for a warm place. She wanted a stove to warm herself up and a room to keep out the wind and rain.

Finally, she found a warm wall, like a stove in winter, burning red charcoal fire and making it warm.

Malan subconsciously approached the wall and leaned his whole body against it.

After finally warming up, I quickly put my hands and feet on it.

The wall took a few steps back as if consciously. As soon as it walked away, Malan felt cold.

He quickly moved forward to chase the wall, hugged it tightly in his arms and whispered: "Don't run, keep me warm..."

"How to warm it?"

Qin Zhi's face was still dark and helpless, and he looked at the person in his arms with more affection.

The sound in his ears was distant and vague. Malan didn't know how to warm up and just wanted to have a good sleep.

Thinking of this, I hugged the wall tighter.

The stove in her arms moved closer to her as if he could feel her heartbeat.

The two of them were almost touching each other, and the hot wall made her feel hot.

Malan's body was trembling and she made vague sounds in her sleep.

The quilt, which had not warmed up most of the night, suddenly became hot.

Malan twisted her body. Unable to bear the scorching heat, she raised her legs and stared at the quilt far away.

He exposed his whole body to the cold night wind in the south of the Yangtze River, and was destroyed by the cold wind.

This time I didn't feel cold, I just felt cool.

However, it didn't take long for her to cool down, but the wall next to her seemed to be on fire and refused to let go.

The quilt that was in the way was picked up and covered with her at some point.

Malan felt as if he was outside the world and felt uncomfortable with the heat.

The wall seemed to be moving and held her tightly in its arms, making her feel horribly hot.

It took a while for Malan to adapt to the temperature of the wall, and she fell asleep hugging her.

The rain outside the house has not stopped, but it is getting heavier and heavier, but the wall is slowly becoming warmer, and the world between heaven and earth suddenly becomes quiet.

Malan slept fitfully, and only one sentence came to his ears: "It will still rain tomorrow, so sleep for a while..."

Taking a nap...

Those words entered Malan's mind, blurring her last consciousness. After all, she could not withstand the effects of the medicine and fell into a deep sleep.

There was no one in Mrs. Gu's house next door.
Chapter completed!