Chapter 7 Poor Little Shen Yan? ? Sacrifice



Shen Yan's eyes lit up, and he quickly sat down again, swallowed hard, and offered his evaluation.

"generally."

"..."

Meng Qingluan paused for a moment, then smiled secretly, knowing that this plate of braised pork intestines suited this person's taste.

At first, Shen Yan was too embarrassed to admit it and kept eating the scallion leaves from the plate, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the large intestine.

Meng Qingluan couldn't bear to watch any longer and put a few pieces of pork intestines on his plate.

Later, the two of them simply ate to their hearts' content, because they were so hungry that they finished off a whole plate of large intestines.

Meng Qingluan lay lazily on the chair, not wanting to move at all.

Chen Yan maintained her composure until the very end. After finishing her meal, she neatly placed her chopsticks on the table and then took out a purse and placed it on the table.

"Give."

Meng Qingluan sat up, opened her purse, and saw a gleaming amount of silver inside.

Shen Yan said, "I pawned thirty taels of silver in town this afternoon. You can use it to pay off your debts tomorrow."

Meng Qingluan subconsciously looked at his neck and found it was indeed empty. She frowned and asked him.

"You pawned the jade pendant?"

"Um."

“No need,” Meng Qingluan tossed him the purse. “Go redeem the jade pendant tomorrow. I’ve figured out a way to make money, so you don’t need to pay it back for me.”

Chen Yan didn't move. "My lady has already done me a great favor by redeeming me from Nanfeng Pavilion. It's just a matter of pawning a jade pendant."

Meng Qingluan thought about it and roughly understood what he meant.

The original owner of the body was infamous, but the male protagonist, despite working at the Nanfeng Pavilion, remained a menial servant and kept himself clean.

Is he afraid of owing me a favor, or that I might have ulterior motives towards him?

Meng Qingluan took out a few pieces of silver and returned the rest to him.

I will return this money to you.

"No need."

Shen Yan pushed the purse back.

Shen Yan consciously picked up the plate and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Meng Qingluan poured the pre-cooked rotten vegetables into the pig trough to feed the pigs.

When Chen Yan returned after wiping his hands clean, he found that a quilt had been placed in the middle of the already small bed, dividing it in two.

Chen Yan paused for a few seconds, then walked over as if nothing had happened.

Meng Qingluan was already in bed, lying on her stomach, writing something on a piece of paper with a small piece of charcoal in her hand.

Shen Yan, being tall and long-legged, noticed with a slight shift of his gaze that she was writing and calculating, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"What is my wife writing?"

Meng Qingluan was engrossed in writing when she suddenly heard Chen Yan's voice. Startled, she instinctively raised her arm to cover the contents of the paper.

He said awkwardly, "It's nothing."

Shen Yan asked casually, "So, my lady can read?"

Meng Qingluan's forehead instantly broke out in a fine layer of sweat, and she nervously swallowed.

On second thought, Shen Yan had only known the original owner for a few days. Even though they had often met at Nanfeng Pavilion before, it was still just a one-time encounter.

Now, whatever she says goes.

Feeling confident, Meng Qingluan raised her arm, holding the charcoal block in her hand, and calmly answered.

"Of course. When my parents were still alive, they sent me to a private school for a few years. Although I didn't study much, I definitely knew how to read."

"so."

Shen Yan nodded slightly, seemingly convinced by Meng Qingluan's reasoning.

Meng Qingluan suddenly put down the charcoal and called out to Chen Yan, who was about to go out to fetch water.

Chen Yan turned around. "What's wrong?"

Meng Qingluan pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and then cautiously asked, "Can I borrow some money from you?"

With a fawning expression on his face, he gestured with his index finger and thumb as he spoke, indicating that he really only had a little bit of money.

"..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Meng Qingluan quickly added, "I don't need much, just two taels of silver, is that alright?"

Chen Yan chuckled softly and replied.

"I already promised to give the silver to you, madam. You can decide how much to take."

After speaking, Shen Yan slowly turned around, the smile on his lips instantly turning cold, and his eyes becoming sharp and icy in a flash, sending chills down one's spine.

He really overestimated Meng Qingluan.

I really thought she had lost her mind and her personality had changed drastically, but I didn't expect that she was still the same old bad person.

He probably gambled away those few taels of silver, losing them all and becoming penniless.

Meng Qingluan was unaware that Shen Yan had misunderstood her. Overjoyed at the thought of being able to set up a stall tomorrow, she rolled around on the bed.

Doing business in a village is absolutely out of the question!

After all, his reputation was already ruined in the village, and the food he made was pork offal soup. Who would dare to eat it?

Not far from the village is Shuangshui Town. Meng Qingluan plans to make pork offal soup early tomorrow morning and go to town to sell it.

It's just that the weather is cool, and offal soup only tastes good when it's hot. When it's cold, it becomes fishy and hard to swallow, so it can't be sold at all.

There wasn't enough time to forge an iron stove, so Meng Qingluan jumped off the bed and rushed outside to make an earthen stove overnight so she could keep warm the next day.

Meng Qingluan shoveled back the soil and mixed it with mud, intending to go into the kitchen to light the fire and bake the oven. Without thinking, she pushed open the kitchen door.

As soon as the door opened, Shen Yan, who was shirtless, turned around, and their eyes met in the air.

Shen Yan had a tall and elegant figure, a firm and powerful waist, and the lines of her abdominal muscles were faintly visible. Her skin was still covered with water droplets under the red candlelight.

Meng Qingluan stood there, stunned.

Shen Yan covered himself with his shirt, and said with a forced smile.

"Why don't you go outside and wait for me, my wife?"

After hearing his words, Meng Qingluan's face flushed red instantly. She looked away, apologized, and immediately closed the kitchen door.

As soon as she closed the door, Meng Qingluan felt a burning sensation on the bridge of her nose and immediately slapped herself hard across the face.

"Do not look at what is improper!"

"How could I blush looking at a bottom's body? No matter how good or handsome he is, he won't be able to hold his poop when he gets old."

I can only blame myself for being young and impetuous, learning too much about male and female anatomy and having too broad a range of interests.

Meng Qingluan's mind raced as she imagined a series of scenes, then she shuddered, instantly clearing away all those lewd thoughts from her head.

The door closed, and the clothes in Chen Yan's hands were almost torn to shreds.

His gaze shifted slightly, and his hand slowly reached for the short dagger hidden in his sleeve, his elbow gently stroking the strange patterns on the hilt.

After changing his clothes, Chen Yan pushed open the door and heard Meng Qingluan muttering something with her back to him.

Chen Yan pricked up his ears to eavesdrop, frowning.

Can't understand.

But it probably wasn't anything nice to say.

Upon hearing the door open, Meng Qingluan immediately covered her reddened face, turned around, and waved awkwardly.

"Hi."

"What sea?" Shen Yan didn't understand.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing," Meng Qingluan waved her hand, "I'm sorry about what happened earlier, I..."

"It's nothing." Shen Yan had a compliant smile on his face.

"I'll wait for you inside, my lady. Come when you've finished washing up."

"I'm not going to wash up," Meng Qingluan retorted, indicating that she had no intention of washing up or resting, as she still needed to set up the stove.

"...It's fine if you don't wash up."

Shen Yan's killing intent intensified. This bastard actually tried to defile him while his body was shrouded in darkness!

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