After finishing the moxibustion treatment on Feng Xun, Song Qingci urged her to go back and rest early.
"You're so busy every day, take a good rest these few days."
Feng Xun insisted on making her bed, preparing water for her to wash and drink at night, and then looked around the room to see if there was anything missing.
"Girl, where are the pine nuts? I was wondering, I always feel like something is missing."
"Maybe he went out hunting again."
Sables are nocturnal animals.
Although she has been with her for many years, Matsuko has changed a lot of her daily routines.
But back on the mountain, it gradually began to let its nature run wild again.
At night it often brought back a lot of prey, such as pheasants and rabbits, and Song Qingci was tired of eating them.
In fact, she didn't like these at first.
She felt that the meat was too rough, although the pheasant soup was delicious and the roasted rabbit was fragrant.
Song Qingci grew up in luxury. Although she could adapt to various environments, deep down, she was still greedy for enjoyment and lazy.
——This is her self-evaluation.
The hard life she had lived with Jiang Jingchu for the past few years had drained the moisture from her brain.
At this moment, she missed the happy life with her parents very much.
Really, from now on, even if her mother chased her out with a big broom, she would firmly hold her mother's thighs and not go anywhere.
But those kids didn't mind, because they loved eating meat when they were growing up.
So after Song Qingci finished it, he basically distributed it all to them.
Even now, she is popular with children in the mountains.
Of course, this does not include Jin Yue, who ran away from home and was locked up again to learn etiquette, poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting.
Song Qingci never came into contact with her again, and could only occasionally hear one or two unpleasant piano sounds.
But Xunxun often comes here. Although he is naughty, he is a likable child.
Every time after eating and drinking, he would help with things within his ability. If he found any delicious fruits in the mountains, he would remember to save some for Song Qingci to try.
Song Qingci liked to eat sour dates, so Xunxun brought his group of friends and picked half a basket of them for her.
Song Qingci ate so much that his stomach ached. He hugged a tree, unable to vomit and felt extremely uncomfortable.
She was obviously a doctor, but she had no self-control and blushed.
What was even more embarrassing was that when Mr. Fu San came back that night, he specifically pointed out to her: "If you are pregnant, you need to get more rest."
Pregnant?
She is not pregnant at all!
She married Jiang Jingchu during the period of mourning for his father and observed mourning for three years.
Just as the mourning period was about to end, Jiang Jingchu's mother passed away again.
Then, she continued to observe mourning for another three years.
In the second year, she discovered the affair between Jiang Jingchu and Sun Xiaodie...
Therefore, she had no chance to consummate her marriage with Jiang Jingchu!
Feng Xun comforted her and said that Jiang Jingchu was unlucky for his father and mother, so he should stop being unlucky for her and it would be better to leave him.
Apart from anything else, saving your life is the most important thing.
Now that there are not many people left in the Jiang family, it will be her turn next.
Looking at it now, it does make sense.
If she hadn't had her own plan, she would have died in Sun Xiaodie's scheme.
Song Qingci didn't even want to think about her past with Jiang Jingchu, it was disgusting.
Now that Mr. Fu Sanye said she was "pregnant", she felt like vomiting again.
But she had to hold back.
She said, "Third Master, I'm a doctor. I'm sure I'm not pregnant. Thank you for your concern."
I don’t know if it was because of her bad tone, but Mr. Fu nodded, said nothing, and went in.
Song Qingci hugged the tree and vomited.
As expected, scumbag men are the most disgusting, no doubt about it.
Back to Songzi, since it has been out almost every night recently, Song Qingci was not worried that it didn't come back this time.
A wolf can travel a thousand miles to eat meat, a dog can travel a thousand miles to eat feces, but a mink can travel a thousand miles without suffering any loss.
"Then girl, let me help you with the moxa fumigation."
"No need, I can do it myself. I'm worried if you touch me, so don't burn me." Song Qingci joked and sent Feng Xun back to rest.
She locked the door, then sat down leaning against the quilt, took off her outer clothes, leaving only her bellyband and pants, exposing her lower abdomen, and lowered her head to concentrate on fumigating the moxa.
The mugwort on the yam has a strong smell. Although it is new mugwort, she feels that it is no less delicious than the old mugwort her mother treasures.
When she goes home, can she pick some more mugwort to take away?
Will my mother be happy if I carry "mugwort" with me for thousands of miles?
Just as I was daydreaming, the door was suddenly scratched by a little claw.
It's Matsuko who's back.
"Open the window." Song Qingci scolded with a smile, "You still remember to come back? It's already so late!"
Mr. Fu San, who was holding a roast chicken outside the door, was stunned for a moment.
Open the window?
Is this coquettish tone a little different from usual?
Never mind, let's open whatever she says.
Master Fu San walked to the window and stretched out his hand to push it open. "There's a banquet today, I brought it to you..."
His pupils trembled and he couldn't continue.
What did he see?
Song Qingci was naked, her belly was flat and white, and she was holding... such a thick incense stick in her hand, burning it on her body?
First of all, this scene is too erotic.
Secondly, this content is very imaginative!
What is Song Qingci doing to himself?
What kind of fetish does she have?
Mr. Fu Sanye had heard of women being abused, and he had also rescued women who had been tortured by eunuchs in the palace.
Those tearful accusations make people feel compassion.
But why would someone do this to me?
Could this be an addiction?
Song Qingci was not much better than him. She screamed, threw away the burning moxa roll in a panic, and grabbed the quilt to cover herself.
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