Cover your stomach
He Yingchun's body was trembling slightly. She curled up in the quilt with her hands on her abdomen. Her wet hair stuck to her face. She heard a sound coming from the door and looked up.
Wen Jingzhao was holding something, his body tinged with the cold outside. He raised his hand and placed it on her forehead. "It's not hot." He shrugged. "Where are you hurt?"
Her lower abdomen ached terribly, and He Yingchun felt her temples throbbing. She spoke with difficulty, her voice hoarse and dry, "I'm not hurt, my period has come."
Wen Jingzhao understood, "Where does it hurt? Your stomach?"
He Yingchun's face was wrinkled like a bun, "Yes..." He couldn't understand this kind of pain. He Yingchun was too lazy to pay attention to him. She closed her eyes and slowly endured the pain.
Wen Jingzhao filled the hot water bottle and placed it on her lower abdomen. "Are you feeling better?" He Yingchun nodded. As the boiling hot water bottle was placed on her lower abdomen, the temperature rose and she sighed in comfort. "Hmm."
"Hiss." The hot water bottle was too hot. He Yingchun wrapped it with clothes and endured the heat.
Wen Jingzhao reached into the bed and touched the hot water bottle with his big hand. "Is it so hot?"
"It would be helpful if it's hotter." He Yingchun's lips turned pale and she held the hot water bottle as if it were a life-saving straw.
"Would you like some ginger soup?" Ginger soup can warm your body. Wen Jingzhao put his hand on her forehead and asked her in a low voice.
He Yingchun shook her head and pointed to the bowl next to her, "I've drunk several bowls." She was sweating all over and still in pain.
She felt very uncomfortable. Wen Jingzhao, who was sitting beside her, felt uncomfortable too and covered her tightly with a blanket.
He frowned and said, "I'll go call the doctor."
"...No, don't go." The clinic had already closed at this late hour. He Yingchun didn't want him to make a wasted trip, so she reached out and held him back. "Maybe you've been exposed to too much cold water these past few days, so you caught a cold. Just get through it."
Her fingers were burned hot by the hot water bottle, and Wen Jingzhao held them and squeezed them.
He Yingchun groaned in pain, pounded her stomach with her hand, and her breathing became weak.
Wen Jingzhao sighed, took off his coat and got into bed. He put his hand under her arm, hugged her from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and placed his hand on the hot water bottle to warm it for a while.
He placed one hand on her lower abdomen and rubbed it gently. Because he was holding her tightly, his body temperature could penetrate the fabric and stick to her skin. Wen Jingzhao lowered his head and buried his head in the crook of her neck, his warm lips touching her neck.
If your hands are cold, put them on the hot water bottle to warm them up, and then continue kneading.
He Yingchun's brows relaxed and she felt much more comfortable. She turned around and they were facing each other. Wen Jingzhao did not stop and covered her abdomen with one hand, with moderate strength, gently and soothingly.
She raised her eyes, and Wen Jingzhao's eyes, dark as ink, which were usually indifferent, were now looking at her with concern, "Does it hurt?"
He Yingchun shook her head, turned over on her back, and asked him to rub her more evenly. "It feels good."
It felt so comfortable that it seemed unreal. The needle-like pain just now became less frequent. The flame in the oil lamp crackled, the wind whistled outside, and the water in the hot water bottle swayed. He Yingchun slowly lost consciousness.
"Drink some hot water." Wen Jingzhao put his arm around He Yingchun's shoulders and put the bowl to her lips. It was dry, and He Yingchun's lips were cracked and bleeding. She kept saying she was thirsty in her sleep.
"Gudong gulp." Like a traveler in the desert who had not had water for a long time, she drank in small sips but finished two bowls quickly.
I was indeed very tired during the day. As soon as the back of my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep with my head tilted to one side.
It seemed that the pain was gone. Wen Jingzhao put down the bowl, filled the hot water bottle with hot water, shook his wrist gently, and continued to massage her.
"Toilet, toilet!" He Yingchun was awakened by the urge to urinate. Wen Jingzhao immediately turned over and carried her to the main room. It was cold, and families usually prepared a urine bucket in the main room when getting up at night, but they were all used to going to the toilet outside, especially Wen Jingzhao, who was the most particular.
He Yingchun was in a special situation at the moment, and it was cold outside. For the first time, Wen Jingzhao placed a bucket in the main room, and then he carried her to the main room.
"what?"
"Hold it." Wen Jingzhao let her put her arms around his neck, holding her in his arms with one hand and holding the lamp oil with the other. "Alright."
He Yingchun wanted to go down, but found that she hadn't put on her shoes yet. She sobered up a lot and said, "I'll go out."
"Don't you have a stomachache? It's cold outside, just stay here." Wen Jingzhao took her shoes and asked her to put them on. "I'm much better, don't hold me for now." The menstrual belt here is made of cloth and wood ash, so she didn't dare to move too much for fear of rubbing it somewhere else.
He Yingchun took the new menstrual belt to the toilet, and sure enough, it rubbed against her pants. She sighed and thought she would have to wash it again tomorrow morning. She had already washed three pairs of pants in one night.
She went back and changed her pants first, then folded them and put them aside.
"Wen Jingzhao, come in." She tucked her pants in, not wanting to be seen by him.
The two of them lay side by side. "Does it still hurt?" "A little." He Yingchun felt much better.
"How about we take a day off tomorrow?" Wen Jingzhao turned sideways and placed one hand on her lower abdomen.
"No way, it's only the second day of opening!" The profit today was several times more than setting up a stall. During the day, a customer said he would come the next day. He Yingchun refused without thinking.
Wen Jingzhao still had to go out of the city with Zhang Chao, "Then I'll let Li Bin come to help you, don't be so stubborn."
He Yingchun didn't want to bother others all the time, so Wen Jingzhao reached out and pinched her face. His voice was lazy and sleepy, "Did you hear that? Huh?"
"It's okay. Don't bother Li Bin all the time. I'm planning to hire a helper." He Yingchun was afraid that he would not let her open the door again, so she closed her eyes and said vaguely, "...I'm sleepy, let's go to sleep..."
He Yingchun opened her eyes when she heard the sound of even breathing beside her. She looked at Wen Jingzhao, whose hand was still rubbing her belly. She touched his big hand and it didn't hurt much anymore. She turned sideways and looked at the person next to her.
His eyelids were closed and his breathing was steady and slow. The moonlight shone through the window onto his straight nose, revealing his thin and handsome features. He looked cold and absent, but his furrowed brows were difficult to relax.
He Yingchun reached out to smooth his frown, held his hand, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
The next day, He Yingchun felt dizzy and didn't know when the people around her left. She washed her face and woke up. Her mother had come and was kneading dough in front of her. She glanced at the pants hanging in the main room, which must have been washed by her mother.
Her stomach still ached, so she drank some hot water and went to the front to make the stew.
"Mom, I can wash my pants myself." He Yingchun always felt embarrassed to let others wash her pants because they were stained with blood.
"Ah? I started kneading the dough as soon as I arrived, and I didn't see any pants?" Mom asked in surprise.
Those clean pants in the main room, He Yingchun opened her mouth, that is...
There is no one else but Wen Jingzhao.
He Yingchun was stunned for a moment and stood there.
It was hard to imagine what it would be like for Wen Jingzhao to get up before dawn, sit on a low stool in the main room, and help her wash her pants with a cold face.
"What are you thinking about? Why is your face so red?" Mom touched her forehead. "It's not hot. Do you feel better?"
He Yingchun touched her cheek, feeling a little hot. She nodded, "Much better."
"By the way, I met Madam Wang when I came here today. She said that the young man had gone to another province to live with his relatives and he probably wouldn't come back." Mom poured a bowl of the boiled brown sugar and ginger syrup and handed it to her.
He Yingchun tilted her head back and drank it. The ginger flavor was too strong and she wrinkled her nose.
"How is Madam Wang?"
Mum shook her head. "She doesn't look well. She only spoke to me for a short while, and her sister-in-law quickly told her to go back to cooking and taking care of the children. Her nose isn't a nose, her eyes aren't eyes, and she looks really mean."
He Yingchun held the bowl, pondering for a moment. "Mom, why don't you ask Madam Wang if she wants to come over and give her a monthly stipend?" Madam Wang was familiar with the noodle shop's operations; if she came, they could offer more dishes. "I'm just worried she won't want to come." After all, this place was also her heartbreak.
Mom nodded. "It's okay. I'll go ask her when I have time. It's not far from here."
He Yingchun rubbed her lower back and said, "Okay." She washed her hands and cut vegetables to make the stew.
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Colonel's Office,
Ma Tongguang warned Zhang Chao and Wen Jingzhao, "This time we're only going to explore the way, so don't rush ahead." He glanced at Wen Jingzhao, "Don't get hurt."
“Yes.” “Yes!”
The two walked out, "Hey, why didn't your wife bring you a lot of things this time?"
Wen Jingzhao was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"Hey, I'm still craving that jerky from last time. When can you bring me some?"
"Hey, no, Wen Jingzhao! Walk slower!"
The two of them walked out quickly and didn't see the person hiding behind the pillar in the corridor.
"Miss, let's go back. The master will be here soon. He won't let us come to the front yard." Ling'er said to Ma Anning.
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't talk!" Ma An Ning looked at the two people walking in front of her, hid behind a pillar, and her eyes fell on Wen Jingzhao. His long robe passed in front of her, and only a black corner of his clothes could be seen.
He was tall and thin, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He walked very fast with big strides and was out of her sight in just a few steps.
"So his name is Wen Jingzhao." Ma Anning often sneaked into the front yard after the banquet that day. She saw him several times before she realized his name was Wen Jingzhao. She muttered to herself. Ling'er said again, "Miss, let's go back! Otherwise, the adults..."
"Sir!" Ling'er caught a glimpse of Ma Tongguang out of the corner of her eye, her voice trembling as she hurriedly bowed her head in salute.
"peaceful."
Ma Anning's body stiffened, and he turned back guiltily, "Father...Father."
The first ray of sunlight broke through the sky, and Zhuyi gradually woke up. Wen Jingzhao and Zhang Chao jumped on their horses, followed by two soldiers. "Let's go, a quick battle." Wen Jingzhao covered his face, patted the horse's back, and whipped it with his legs together. "Go!"
It was another busy day. He Yingchun rubbed his stiff waist and looked outside. There were almost no people outside. "Let's close the door."
"I'll sleep here tonight. I'm too lazy to move. Mom, remember to feed Gesang and Mimi." He Yingchun turned her neck. "By the way, when Wen Jingzhao comes back, remember to tell him that I'm sleeping here."
The house still needed to be lit, otherwise the two little ones would be freezing. Mom responded, asked He Yingchun to lock the door, and then went back.
There were footsteps behind her. He Yingchun didn't look back. She rubbed her neck and walked forward. "What's wrong? What did you drop?"
No one spoke. He Yingchun turned around and said, "Hmm? Did you drop something..."
A cold hand rubbed the back of her neck, with much greater force than her own. He Yingchun shrank her neck. The other hand had well-defined joints and slender fingers. A familiar cold fragrance came from behind. "Are you tired?" A clear voice came from her ear.
"Tired...sleepy..." He Yingchun leaned back lazily. He pinched her neck and said, "It's time."
He Yingchun curled her lips and was about to retort, but then her feet felt lighter and she was held in Wen Jingzhao's arms.
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