Qiao Hui turned and entered the screen vigilantly.
The sky was dark, and octagonal palace lanterns with carved glazed Baoxiang flowers were hung on the cabin and deck. Light like yellowish milk slanted out from the solemn and majestic Baoxiang flower stamens.
The cabin was small, and Qiao Hui had nowhere to hide. He saw a tall figure behind the screen taking off his outer shirt, lining, and pants one by one...
The rustling sound of the silk fabric rubbing against each other was deafening amid the raging waves.
Xianjin seemed to be frozen in place, staring at the screen with wide eyes.
The huanghuali wooden screen has been varnished to make the original dark color of the wood shiny, and the colored glaze carved in the middle looks like an expensive version of sheepskin. Behind the sheepskin, the figure of a man is projected on the huanghuali wood colored glaze screen, stretching and relaxing in moderation, as if performing a slow but highly tense shadow play.
In the hazy light and mist, the broad shoulders, narrow waist, well-shaped arms, and slightly sideways jaw with a clear outline carry the restraint and aftertaste that is unique to the Chinese people...
Xianjin sniffed unconsciously.
Qiao Hui didn't know whether it was because of the cold or fear, but he changed his clothes very quickly. When he walked around the screen and came out, he saw a magical scene -
The girl who was at the top of my heart had fair skin, delicate cheeks, and under her tall and small nose... there were two lines of blood.
Blood?
Qiao Hui's expression was startled, and he quickly looked out the window. He saw nothing suspicious, and after coming to his senses, he frowned and handed the handkerchief to Xianjin, asking, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you have a headache? Did you bump your nose?"
Xianjin stupidly picked up the handkerchief and wiped his nose, and glanced at her:? She, she saw Qiao Hui, and she had a nosebleed? ?
She is a seasoned virgin, and although she has never had any practical experience, thanks to the increasingly developed era of big data, she was able to watch the entire Magic Mike show even if she couldn't go to London.
This is a typical example of someone who has never eaten pork but has seen muscular wild boars all over the mountains.
she.
She!
This useless vase who has seen countless muscles through the Internet actually had a nosebleed when he saw the muscles through the screen!
I have never been so embarrassed in my entire two lifetimes.
Xianjin took a deep breath and quickly determined his emotional mode: It's okay to embarrass ourselves, but we should do it quietly and no one should see it!
Xianjin took the handkerchief handed over by Qiao Hui, wiped the blood from his nose quickly, and calmly said nonsense, "It's too dry!"
Qiao Hui turned his head to look at the sea where the rain was still falling, and with a frown he slowly typed:?
"When the weather gets better, I'll call the imperial physician to check on you right away." Qiao Hui still leaned forward with some concern, raised the back of his hand, and asked Xianjin for his opinion, "Can I check it out?"
What to explore?
Do you want to explore her passionate heart under the beautiful vase?
Xianjin:?
The beauty was puzzled.
Qiao Hui raised the back of his hand and said concisely, "You look hot and you have a nosebleed. The most feared thing at sea is blood disease caused by insufficient fruits and vegetables. Some people have bleeding gums, some have nosebleeds, usually accompanied by high fever. I want to touch your forehead."
Oh, scurvy, a disease that seamen are prone to due to insufficient intake of vitamin C...
Xianjin really wants to say: It’s not that the intake of fruits and vegetables is insufficient~ But it’s hard to say exactly where the intake is insufficient...
Xianjin stretched his head forward with a determination as if he was thrusting it into a tiger-head guillotine.
Qiao Hui touched Xianjin's forehead with the back of her hand. Her temperature was normal. Qiao Hui exhaled lightly, "Not bad."
Qiao Hui looked nervous.
Qiao Hui, who was not used to turning off the joke function, raised his voice with a smile that seemed to be deliberately hiding something, "Why are you so nervous? Did anyone suffer from scurvy? How could it be so easy..."
"Haixing's brother died of bleeding from all seven orifices."
Qiao Hui said seriously, "We were drifting in Jian'an Sea Road at that time. We were pursued by the Fujian army from behind and blocked by the Japanese in front. There were even several pirates chasing us aimlessly... We didn't eat any vegetables or fruits for 20 days. Haixing's brother died of blood stasis."
Xian Jin deliberately froze his smile on his face: This is the point where I woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to slap myself...
Xianjin opened his mouth and made smacking sounds, and a bitter and spicy taste suddenly emerged in his throat: After Qiao Hui came back, he rarely spoke clearly about the hardships he suffered at sea. Even if she asked, he would just make jokes like "hairtail".
But it is not difficult to piece together that bloody and cruel past from those details.
Xian Jin's eyes turned serious, and he looked at Qiao Hui seriously, then glanced at Ye Yu and Mo Kong outside the window, and said softly, "I am out of mourning."
Qiao Hui didn't understand what he meant, "Huh?"
Xianjin leaned back in his chair and said, "Last year, in the Thatched Book House, when you just came back, you said that I was in mourning and couldn't drink with you, so you asked me to accompany you. I am out of mourning now, and I can drink with you now."
He raised his hand to the window and said frankly, "It's still raining, and I can't go back to the boat - the wooden planks are slippery when they get wet, and I don't want to fall into the sea and be fed to sharks."
After being stunned, Qiao Hui looked at Xian Jin calmly. After a moment, Fang Shulang smiled with a deep look in his eyes, "What do you want to drink?"
He turned around and pulled out a thin wooden board from the bottom of the cabin, "...Yuquan wine, green plum wine, ancient well wine, mulberry wine..."
As he spoke, he muttered to himself, "It's still Gujing Bar. We Anhui people drink Anhui wine, and it doesn't taste spicy."
Two fingers pinched out two glass cups, and the clear wine filled the cups like big and small pearls falling into a jade plate.
Qiao Hui pushed a lamp in front of Xianjin, then raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. His eyes were as dark as ink, and he looked at Xianjin seriously. Then, for some reason, he smiled, revealing his standard eight teeth.
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