Qin Muxiu couldn't help but sigh, "Look."

After returning to the house, a maid had already made hot water, Zhao Jin'er soaked it in, and Qin Muxiu went to the kitchen and stewed a bowl of ginger soup with her own hands. After she washed it, she pinched her nose and poured it.

Zhao Jiner, who took a bath and drank ginger soup, had a faint pink complexion on her skin, like a ripe straw/raspberry, sweet and delicious.

Qin Muxiu couldn't help but take a bite.

Zhao Jiner was itchy and slapped him with a smile.

Qin Muxiu stopped making trouble and wrapped her in a big scarf. "Go and lie on the bed quickly. If you sweat, you won't get sick. I'll go take a shower, too."

When he went to bed, Zhao Jiner hummed, and Qin Muxiu hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

"It seems like the little day has come."

Qin Muxiu, “…”

Both of them were so fragrant, and they wanted to...

Forget it, I hugged Xiangxiang and soft little wife and had a good sleep, which is actually quite good.

After the Chinese New Year, she could "marry" her, and, at that time, she was eighteen years old...

As he thought about it, Qin Muxiu fell asleep beautifully.

The next day, Zhao Jin'er slept until dawn before getting up. When she opened her eyes, she felt that the room was dazzlingly bright. She pulled to the window barefoot and looked at it. It was already white outside.

A short and fat snowman on the ground, with a radish stuck in her nose and her neck wrapped around her scarf, looking cute.

My husband must have seen her sleep soundly and couldn't bear to wake her up, so he built a little snowman to make her happy.

Zhao Jiner looked at it for a while and felt her feet were cold before retracting back to the edge of the bed. She put her snow-white little feet on the charcoal basin beside the bed to cook the fire. Suddenly, she found a pair of wet pants on the shelf beside the brazier. When she looked closely, wasn’t it the mid-trousers that my husband wore last night?

Why wash it and hang it here to fire?

Zhao Jiner had a terrible idea in her mind. My husband, could it be that he had wet his pants?

I remember my husband who loves cleanliness and even has a vigilance, and my husband who is so beautiful and cold, actually pissed his pants?!

Zhao Jiner was in a bad mood.

In the evening, Qin Muxiu came back from the palace, "Mu Yi is afraid he won't move out of the palace. The emperor set up an Eastern Palace for him in the palace. The Pingwang Mansion built before was no longer used."

Zhao Jiner did not respond.

Qin Muxiu thought she didn't hear it, and said, "Did you see the snowman you piled up for you in the morning? You slept like a pig. I shouted twice, but didn't wake up."

Zhao Jiner still lowered her head and thought: Why did such a husband wet his pants?

Could it be something wrong?

Seeing that her expression was wrong, Qin Muxiu frowned, "Jin'er!"

Zhao Jiner finally looked at him, "Hmm?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Ah? What did you say?"

Qin Muxiu was speechless, "What's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!