Long Fuyue smiled bitterly: "Okay, okay, Your Majesty, I would like to thank you in advance. However, I am still young, and it will take a few years before I grow up to be rewarded. Now let's talk about this
It’s a little early.”
She said this, but she was thinking secretly in her heart: "Oh, what we Miao people value is mutual loyalty between husband and wife. I will not marry a playboy, a big stallion... Well, there is still plenty of time anyway,
Let’s just wait and see.”
Feng Qianyu knew from the look on her expression that she didn't mean what she said and was about to say something else. Suddenly he saw the girl frowning and leaning down with her belly in her arms.
"What's wrong?" Feng Qianyu's heart sank: "Is this girl also poisoned?"
Long Fuyue's expression was a little strange, as if she was a little embarrassed, and she shook her head: "No. It's nothing?" [
"It's nothing? It's nothing. Why is your little face suddenly as white as paper?" Feng Qianyu was still a little worried.
Long Fuyue's face turned redder and she murmured: "I, I want to go to the bathroom..."
"Bathroom?" Feng Qianyu was stunned again.
"Yes, it's the toilet! My aunt is here!" Long Fuyue had an expression on her face that said, "You should understand now."
"Aunt? What does aunt have to do with the toilet? Besides, your country has perished, where did you get your aunt?" Feng Qianyu was even more confused.
Dizzy! It's just a chicken talking to a duck! Long Fuyue rolled her eyes helplessly. Seeing him looking at her curiously, she simply gave up: "Auntie is a woman's period. What was it called in ancient times?
Oh, geranium, my geranium is here..."
Feng Qianyu was stunned and couldn't help but laugh. This girl, wouldn't she blush when she told a grown man like him such private things? She actually shouted it out so loudly.
Long Fuyue didn't find anything funny, she was extremely confused.
What should I do if she faints? One of her legs is broken now and she can't walk even half a step. But how can she go to the toilet? Besides, there are no sanitary napkins or toilet paper in this era, so how can she cope with her period? She almost wants to cry.
No more tears.
Feng Qianyu saw her brows knitted into a knot and knew what was causing her difficulty.