Chapter 102 (Sanzi (Part 2)...)

"I understand." Yan Qiushu replied.

She also had a small kitchen in her yard, where she usually cooked. But in this case, she couldn't do anything else, so she ran out to pour a large pot of water into the pot, and then started a fire.

As the fire was lighting, Yan Qiushu's eyes began to fill with tears which soon rolled down her cheeks.

She wanted to wipe it, but when she raised her hand, the dried blood stains on her hand were still visible in the firelight, so she put it down again and continued to put firewood into the stove.

Shui Yu heard the noise in a daze, and came out with her clothes on. It was Yan Qiushu there. There was light in the stove, and she could clearly see the tears on her face. She immediately asked anxiously, "Miss, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?"

The young man who was half leaning against the wall in the room froze.

Outside the house, Yan Qiushu also quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves and whispered, "Don't talk, get me some water so I can wash my hands."

Shui Yu looked at her hand, took a deep breath, and panicked. Fortunately, Yan Qiushu explained the situation in time, and she nodded vigorously. She gave her some water to wash her hands, and then said, "Miss, please go and take care of the young master first. I am here."

Yan Qiushu shook her head and two more tears came out.

It was quite embarrassing to cry in front of others, she didn't want to go there!

Shui Yu saw this and stopped trying to persuade her. She wiped her tears and went to light a fire. She was experienced in household chores and the fire in the stove was very strong. Soon the water began to gurgle.

Yan Qiushu took her own wash basin, disinfected it with hot water, and then filled it with hot water. She then said to Shui Yu, "Add some Sanzi, salt and beef sauce to the remaining water and bring it over when it's done."

"Okay!" Shui Yu nodded quickly and urged her to go back.

Yan Qiushu sniffed and carried the basin back. In the house, Xiao Huaiting had not dared to put on his clothes yet and was shirtless. The wound had stopped bleeding and there was no blood flowing from the place where it had been wiped before, but it was still very scary.

His body was covered with clothes all year round, so even if exposed to the wind and sun, the hidden parts were still white. You could imagine how scary it was when the red blood coagulated on the white skin.

As Yan Qiushu watched, the tears she had just held back began to flow again.

Xiao Waiting moved his body unnaturally so that she couldn't see his wounds, then waved his hand: "Give me some water."

Yan Qiushu came over with a basin filled with freshly boiled water. She reminded him, "Don't move. I'll wipe it for you."

Whenever he spoke, his voice was heavily nasal.

Xiao Huaiting, who had never encountered such a situation before, immediately dared not move. He cautiously glanced at her from time to time, saw those crystal tears, and quickly looked away. His heart was filled with sadness and joy at the same time, which was extremely complicated.

His bitterness caused her to worry about him. His identity meant that he might die in the battlefield at any time. Even so, his mother didn't mention it, and he pretended not to know that he should get married.

Otherwise there would be another person like my sister and sister-in-law, who would be worried all day long.

But when the opportunity came to him, he took off the jade pendant that had been hanging around his neck for more than ten years without hesitation, put it in an envelope and had someone send it back.

My head felt hot at that time, and now seeing her like this, I feel guilty and sad.

But he was also somewhat happy because she was worried about him.

There is nothing better than the woman you like treating you with the same affection!

Yan Qiushu didn't look at him, and she was too embarrassed to do so. It was fine if she cried secretly, but it would be embarrassing to cry in front of others. She took out a few new handkerchiefs and soaked them in the water for a while before taking them out, enduring the heat, squeezing out the water, and wiped him bit by bit.

After a while, the handkerchief was dyed red.

I changed to another handkerchief, and it was dyed red again.

Yan Qiushu was afraid that the wound would get infected, so she didn't dare put the red-stained handkerchief into the basin to wash it. She used a new handkerchief every time, and it was not until she had used more than ten handkerchiefs that she wiped his body clean and applied medicine again.

During this time, Shui Yu also brought boiled Sanzi, but put it on the table. The two of them ignored each other, one being taken care of and the other taking care of others. Until the last bit of medicine powder was sprinkled, Yan Qiushu breathed a sigh of relief and brought the bowl over: "I feed you?"

"No, no." Xiao Huaiting didn't dare to let her work any more, and shook his head quickly. Seeing that she put down the bowl without dissatisfaction, he breathed a sigh of relief and used his left hand to hold the chopsticks to eat. His right hand was injured, and his left hand was fine.

Xiao Waiting is not very skilled with his left hand, but he still has no problem eating something like Sanzi, which is similar to noodles. The cooked Sanzi is soft, and it swells a little after being soaked in soup. When picked up with chopsticks, it will not slip off accidentally like noodles.

It tasted unexpectedly delicious. The Sanzi was soaked, and with a little force from the lips and tongue, the juice flowed between the lips and teeth. I ate and swallowed at the same time. The cooked Sanzi was no longer crispy, but still had some toughness and chewiness. The taste was a bit bland overall.

But Shui Yu brought some beef sauce, which seemed a bit bland, so I took another bite of the sauce and it had a salty and meaty taste. When I ate the Sanzi again, I felt it was just right.

"Slurp..." Xiao Huaiting was very satisfied with the meal. He was hungry to begin with, so when he slurped the Sanzi noodles, he made some noises with some force.

He quickly glanced at Yan Qiushu, and after confirming that she was not making fun of him, he continued eating, this time being much more cautious.

Yan Qiushu noticed his expression this time, but she just smiled and said nothing. She just watched him eat. When he finished, she handed him a thin blanket and said, "Cover yourself with it first, or you will catch a cold."

Xiao Waiting nodded obediently, but did not lie down immediately.

Yan Qiushu frowned slightly: "Does the wound hurt?"

Xiao Huai Ting shook his head, and suddenly reached out to pull her, saying softly: "Don't be sad, my injury doesn't really hurt."

Yan Qiushu fell silent. She pursed her lips and looked at him without saying a word. Her big, clear eyes, which had just been soaked with tears, were startlingly bright.

Xiao Huai Ting felt flustered when being looked at, but he didn't know how to coax little girls. His sisters were older than him, and their brothers-in-law were always there for them when they needed coaxing. Later, when he grew up, his siblings were not as close as they were when they were children, and they no longer showed such an expression in front of him. He didn't know what to do.

The wounds didn't make him panic, but now he was sweating with anxiety. He instinctively moved away and held her hand tentatively: "Are you angry?"

Yan Qiushu shook her head and finally stopped looking at him like that. Her eyes were dimmed and her long, fluttering eyelashes trembled up and down, finally stopping on her hand that was being held.

Even when she cooks, she takes care of her hands every day, and Shui Yu is very passionate about this.

Occasionally, when Yan Qiushu wanted to take a break, she would come over to help, and she also said that if she didn't take care of her hands, Shui Yu herself would not be able to continue to give her the opportunity to take care of her hands.

Plus, she didn't wash the dishes, most of the time she just cooked, so her hands were delicate and soft, but the hand holding hers felt rough. The palm, which should have been smooth, had rough edges, as rough as sandpaper.

He knew what kind of person this was from the beginning. According to the plot, he would die next year, but his love for her still accumulated during the little time they spent together.

He had completely exploded again after they got engaged, so now seeing the scars all over his body with her own eyes, she felt sad and uncomfortable. But this was something he would have to go through for the rest of his life, and she could not stop it and could only remain silent.

However, Xiao Huaiting was wrong. He thought that she was unhappy that he was holding her. His heart skipped a beat and he held her hand even tighter.

Not loose!

They are already an engaged couple, just... just holding hands!

Her hand was held tightly, Yan Qiushu's eyebrows jumped, she came back to her senses, and her heart started beating wildly.

When the instigator saw that she did not struggle, he just smiled and did not move.

The room fell into silence.

It was so quiet that only the breathing of the two people could be heard, until there was a sudden noise outside the yard, as if someone was clamoring to come in, and everyone in the manor was startled.

Yan Qiushu also looked outside, but the door was closed and she was far away, so she heard nothing.

What's going on?

She asked in her heart and wanted to go out to take a look, but was held tightly by Xiao Waiting. This time she was about to speak, but Xiao Waiting said first: "They are the ones who are chasing me. You don't have to go out. Zhuo Ning will take care of it."

Yan Qiushu's breathing stagnated: "What are you going to do this time?"

Xiao Huai Ting pulled her to sit down, a satisfied smile appeared between his brows: "I said, go kill someone. King Xuan was supposed to leave the capital this morning, but he was not driven out until the afternoon. I finally found a chance to make him pay back what he owes to my Xiao family!"

"He's dead?!" Yan Qiushu cried out, her legs going weak.

Most people who grew up in peacetime may not even kill fish. For example, when she first started cooking, she didn't dare to kill the fish after buying it, and her roommate didn't dare to do it either. So she shamelessly ran to the next door, took some snacks and asked an old lady.

Now we are talking about murder!

Xiao Huaiting helped her sit down on the couch and said apologetically, "Don't be afraid, he's not dead."

Yan Qiushu breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing him looking at her worriedly, she explained, "I was just a little panicked. It's not that you shouldn't kill him. He did so many bad things, he deserved to die."

"Yes, I know, but death would be too easy for him. I broke his spine."

Yan Qiushu: “Hiss!”

I almost couldn't breathe and choked.

How could she not know what the spine is? High level amputation!

But when she thought of Xiao Huaiqi, General Xiao, Xiao Huai'an, and the husbands of Xiao Huaiyu and Xiao Huaiwu, she felt that it was justified! Don't be afraid, don't sympathize with this person!

Yan Qiushu convinced herself and raised her eyes. She saw the coldness on the corners of his lips and suddenly felt that the person in front of her was a little strange.

This feeling made her feel flustered, and she subconsciously shook the other person's hand, holding it tightly, and whispered, "You did a good job."

Xiao Huai Ting came back to his senses, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at the woman who was staring at him nervously. She herself didn't realize that she was still a little scared, and her voice was trembling when she spoke.

But she still held his hand so firmly.

The cold smile on Xiao Huaiting's lips warmed up, and he raised his injured right hand and placed it on her head, pressing it gently: "Ah Shu."

"Huh?" Yan Qiushu looked at him blankly.

The delicate face with a little bit of flesh is innocent and beautiful, making people want to bully it.

Xiao Wai Ting's hands itched, but he didn't dare to touch them. He just smiled at her and said, "My mother secretly told me that she hopes we can set a date for the wedding this year. What do you think?"

ah?

How did the topic come to this?

Weren’t we just talking about King Xuan?

But Yan Qiushu felt a little numb for a while, maybe because she didn't sleep well and didn't react, or maybe she was just thinking this way, so she nodded and whispered, "Then... OK."