Chapter 859 Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water 3

It was a pleasant day. Before going to bed at night, Feng Qingxue helped Fubao take off her necklace and wanted to change her into a sleeping bag to prevent her from getting cold at night. Unexpectedly, Fubao, who was still sleepy, grabbed her necklace.

"My necklace!" Fubao opened his eyes wide.

She didn't take a nap at noon and was already very sleepy, but she still tried to keep her eyes open, although her eyes looked dull and she just felt sleepy.

Feng Qingxue said in a gentle voice: "I know it's your necklace. Mom won't take it away from you. Can you wear it tomorrow? You have to go to bed now, and the necklace will hurt your neck."

"No, no, my necklace!" Fubao held it tightly.

Lu Jiang had already changed Xi Bao's clothes, and Xi Bao was already fast asleep. He turned his head to see his wife and daughter arguing, and couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, alright, why don't you take it off after she falls asleep? Let her sleep first."

It has to be like this, Feng Qingxue sighed helplessly.

The red waves cannot block the springtime beauty of husband and wife being one.

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"I won't take it, I won't take it, Fubao, just go to sleep."

Most of them were not the people who came yesterday, but Basang Zhuoma came. She had made an appointment with Feng Qingxue before, so of course she would come.

Fubao was very afraid that Feng Qingxue would not keep her word, so he held on tightly, not letting go even when she was changing into pajamas. He still did so when she was asleep. Feng Qingxue waited until she fell asleep and then took her hand away with great effort.

They slept on the floor in the tent, covered with thick felt and several quilts that Feng Qingxue took out from the space.

"We didn't take a bath together today." Lu Jiang sighed as he lay on Feng Qingxue's neck, looking very resentful.

"From what I heard from Pasang Dolma, they often go to bathe in the holy spring."

Not only that, but they also slept two beds next to each other on the floor.

Lu Jiang was unwilling to give in, "Let's go tomorrow." He didn't believe that his Tibetan compatriots went to bathe every day.

In order to prevent moisture and cold, a sheepskin mattress is placed between the quilt and the felt.

Unfortunately, the next day when they went to the hot springs, they met another group of Tibetan compatriots.

"This is someone else's territory, we have no choice but to follow the local customs!"

"They don't go there every day." Lu Jiang is more familiar with the customs and habits of Tibetans. "As the weather gets colder, they bathe less and less frequently. In winter, they hardly bathe because they bathe too often and are not able to adapt to the weather here. So their bathing festival is in June and July of the Tibetan calendar."

Because of the existence of their two children, the couple hasn't had enough fun for a long time.

It’s a pity for Feng Qingxue too, as that’s the romance between husband and wife!

Lu Jiang became particularly diligent today. He moved his two children to a quilt inside the tent, with one lying on each side, each with their own small pillow, while he and his wife hugged each other in the same quilt.

Fubao immediately ran to her and touched the big and heavy necklace on her chest, "Sister, does my necklace look good? I woke up and didn't see the necklace. I was so scared that I cried."

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That’s right, I cried, and cried my heart out.

Feng Qingxue translated it for Basang Zhuoma, who couldn't help but smile at Fubao and said, "You like it so much?"

"Children, especially girls, love beauty more." Feng Qingxue secretly decided to take out all the jewelry in the space after the dark times passed and dress up her daughter as much as she wanted, so that she wouldn't treat a necklace as a priceless treasure, not knowing that the value and significance of this necklace was not even one thousandth of Xi Bao's Dzi bead.

(End of this chapter)