Chapter 1350 Lord Hou who picked up the needle and thread for Gu Nuoer
Chapter 1350 The Marquis who picked up the needle and thread for Gu Nuoer
Just as Ye Siming was thinking, a slight cough came from outside the camp.
He stood up and walked outside, where Qin Song brought a needle and thread.
"Thank you." After Ye Siming took it, he turned around and went in.
"Master Marquis!" Qin Song suddenly spoke, with bitterness on his face: "There is a fire in the granary. My subordinates have certain responsibilities. Please punish me."
He lost his badge and was restless all night. If he had also patrolled the granary, there might not have been a fire.
Ye Siming's face was calm, and his tone was even calmer: "The matter has not been found out yet, so you don't have to blame yourself. I also said that running out of food is a trivial matter. As long as people are fine, go back and rest."
Qin Song was filled with gratitude, but Ye Siming saw that his hands hanging on his sides were trembling slightly.
Ye Siming remembered that Qin Song seemed to be shaking when he handed him the needle and thread just now, but he suppressed it and the shaking was not that severe.
He frowned: "What's wrong with your hand?"
Qin Song lowered his head and replied: "When I rescued people just now, I probably injured my tendon. Maybe it will be fine after a while. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Hou."
Ye Siming pursed his thin lips and said, "Remember to go to the military doctor to prescribe medicine."
Qin Song hurriedly cupped his hands and thanked him.
Why does he feel that the Marquis has become extra gentle tonight?
He seems to be in a particularly good mood.
Qin Song knew that he had lost his waist card and was ashamed of Ye Siming's trust.
He took the initiative and said: "Master Marquis, do you want needle and thread to sew something? I can do it for you."
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "It's not necessary. Your hands are shaking like this. I'm afraid you can't hold the needle steady, right? Go rest and I'll sew Gu Nuoer's shoes."
It turns out it was made for the princess.
Qin Song was very surprised.
I'm not surprised that Ye Siming could do this for Gu Nuo'er.
But he was surprised that the Marquis, who was murderous and cold-blooded, would actually pick up needle and thread for the princess.
Qin Song was filled with admiration.
Mr. Hou, this is a real man.
Ye Siming returned to the camp, sat on the couch and began to think of ways to sew Gu Nuoer's shoes.
She loves to be clean, so she would definitely feel uncomfortable wearing these shoes at dawn.
So he had to find a way to make the shoes barely wearable.
But it was Ye Siming's first time doing needlework. In addition to pricking his hands, his movements were rough and he also poked two extra small holes in his shoes.
His eyes were deep, with a hint of irritability.
I originally thought this thing was simple, but who would have thought it was so difficult?
It would be nice if I could take Bai Niang over at this time.
Ye Siming closed his eyes and finally put aside the shoes that were riddled with holes.
He chose to give up.
…
When it was almost dawn, in a secluded alley, a figure walked forward with some staggering steps, holding on to the wall.
Qin Ling's clothes looked a little messy and her hair was not combed.
She endured the soreness between her legs and walked home silently.
After entering the house, a sleepy inquiry came from Qin's mother's room: "Aling, have you just come back, or are you getting up and going out?"
Qin Ling's voice was dry: "Oh, mother, I'm going to get some water. You can sleep a little longer. It's not dawn yet!"
Qin's mother agreed and said nothing more.
Qin Ling entered her room and cleaned herself briefly.
She sat in front of the dressing mirror, applying medicine to the bite on her collarbone, hissing in pain and frowning.
However, she quickly took out two 100-tael silver notes from the inner lapel of her clothes and looked at them twice happily.
Before evening, Qin Ling sent the stolen waist badge to Wei Liangjue.
Wei Liangjue wanted her body and promised to marry her soon.
He was so generous to Qin Ling, and everything he did was a silver coin.
With Wei Liangjue's favor, Qin Ling began to look forward to the day when she would become Mrs. Wei.