"They... are not very convenient, they fell asleep," Chen Qingxuan struggled to find the right words. While putting the tray on the table, he said to Grandma Chen in a deep voice, "Forget it. Let them have a good sleep, and heat up the medicine for her to drink tomorrow morning."
"How can he sleep in the house?" Grandma Chen frowned suddenly. She walked towards the room behind her. She kept muttering, "Although he is an elder, he is still a man. And I think he is not very old, why doesn't he know how to avoid suspicion? No, I have to wake him up..."
"Grandma!" Chen Qingxuan suddenly grabbed Grandma Chen. He didn't know how to start. There was still an inexplicable emotion in his tone. After a pause, he said to Grandma Chen. "I asked him to rest in the room. His legs were injured so badly. If he walked back, his legs would be in serious condition. You know, my kang is very big. Even if they sleep together, it's okay. Don't go in and make trouble..."
"How can it be nothing, Qingxuan? Have you become stupid from studying? That girl is only seventeen! It's the age when you should avoid suspicion," said Grandma Chen, with a look of disapproval on her face, while trying to push the door open again, "Besides, even if you asked him to stay, how could he have the nerve to really stay here? How could he be so confused as an elder..."
"Grandma! I beg you!" Chen Qingxuan was almost speechless. He grabbed Grandma Chen and pulled her into the kitchen, pretending to be pitiful and said, "Grandma, I've been busy all day and haven't even had time to eat a hot meal. Can you just pity me, your eldest grandson? Cook me a bowl of noodles now! Please!"
"Hey! Grandma will go cook noodles for you right away!" The eldest grandson whom she loved the most was crying out for hunger, so Grandma Chen was busy kneading the dough. Naturally, she forgot about the strict rules between men and women.
Chen Qingxuan looked at Grandma Chen who was busy in the kitchen, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief. He walked out of the kitchen and headed towards the outer hall. When he passed by the closed door, he couldn't help but stop again. He stared at the door for a long time before walking away.
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The eighth day of the first lunar month in the thirty-third year of Jiasheng
Ningguta.
Pang Yi and Xiao An finally arrived at Chenjiatun early this morning.
The carriage was driving on the deserted and quiet street. Two people, one sitting in the carriage and the other sitting outside the carriage, were silent. Except for the clear sound of whips, there was no other sound.
Pang Yi looked at the white world in front of him, feeling a little dazed. He had been to this place before, but the last time he came, he rode his horse at full speed all the way and didn't even take a good look at this street. He hurried up the mountain. But this time, on the same street, he walked unusually slowly.
"Whoa!"
The carriage stopped on the street in front of the only inn still open, called Hecun. Pang Yi jumped off the carriage and patted the door gently: "Madam, get off."
After a pause, the carved carriage door was pushed open from the inside, revealing Xiao An's calm but haggard face. She looked at Pang Yi, then at the unfamiliar and desolate street in front of her, and slowly said, "Is this it?"
It was clearly a question, but it was also clear that no one was expected to answer.
Pang Yi didn't say anything, but silently stretched out his hand to Xiao An. Xiao An stared blankly at the man's hand stretched out in front of her. This hand was really big, wide and big, with long fingers, thick and distinct joints, and full of calluses, making this hand look extremely rough, but the bulging blood vessels on it showed a strong masculinity.
At first glance, one could tell that such hands were weathered, accustomed to holding swords and horse reins. They were not at all like the hands of the noble young man who had come to the capital, white as jade, gently waving a paper fan, showing a class of elegance.
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"Sir, are you here for a meal or to stay overnight?" The waiter came out to greet him with a festive and enthusiastic smile.
Pang Yi didn't say anything, and kept his head down silently, like a wooden stake, until he felt the warmth and smoothness on the back of his hand. Then, his wooden stake finally reacted. His Adam's apple moved up and down, and then he bent over and helped Xiao An get off the carriage. As soon as the little feet stood firmly, the weight on the back of his hand disappeared immediately. Pang Yi was stunned for a moment, and then he stood up straight.
"Stay in a hotel." Pang Yi said to the waiter.
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