Bind health system after exile

It's not like we haven't slept together in the wilderness.

But at that time, the stars were shining brightly above her head, and the sound was snoring beside her. Even though she was sleeping with four grown men, Qin Shumei felt that her heart was open and she had no charming thoughts.

The atmosphere needs to be enhanced. Now that the small door is closed, the small candle is lit, the buzzing of insects and human voices are shut out, and when facing Yang Zhaoquan again, her face can't help but turn red completely.

The candlelight flickered warm colors on the wall, and the orange light made the lines on Qin Shumei's face appear softer.

Her eyebrows were lightly knitted, her eyes were moving, her long and soft neck was slightly showing a vein due to the tension, and her smooth black hair with the fragrance of soap locust passed through her collarbone and spread to her waist.

Although the clothes he wears are farm clothes given to him by Niu Zhuang's wife, they have a natural beauty without any ornamentation.

Qin Shumei's appearance made Yang Zhaoquan, who had been used to seeing beautiful women since childhood, also hold his breath.

"You and I are already husband and wife, so...you don't have to be nervous."

She said to Qin Shumei not to be nervous, but he swallowed involuntarily first, and was infected by her embarrassment, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Qin Shumei's fingers were groping wildly on the smooth bamboo mat, but the mat was so well made that she couldn't do anything to relieve her emotions even if she tried to pick at it. In the end, she could only spread her palms flat on the mat and use the coolness of the bamboo to calm down.

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"I said before that before the ceremony is completed, we are not officially a couple yet."

Although she is a beauty-controller, she is not a beauty-controller who can hand herself over casually. Besides, who knows how many women he has had before, and she also has a mysophobia, right?

Feeling her reluctance and resistance, the disappointment in Yang Zhaoquan's eyes flashed away. He quickly collected his emotions, lay down on his side, and patted the place next to him.

"Lie down, you've been tired for the whole day." Seeing that Qin Shumei was still a little wary, he smiled mockingly. "Don't worry, if you don't want to, I will never force you."

This man is a bit arrogant, but he still means what he says. Since he has made a promise, he should not go back on it.

Qin Shumei nestled against the other side of the bed. The comfortable temperature of the bamboo mat and the dim light in the room made her yawn as soon as she lay down.

Yang Zhaoquan took his eyes away from her and turned over to lie down.

"People outside say that I am the brother of the imperial brother and that I am extremely rich and powerful, but in fact the Queen Mother is not my biological mother."

"My biological mother is from Bai Di. The late emperor met her on his way to the north. After giving birth to me, she passed away. I have been raised by the Queen Mother since I was a child, and no one has mentioned my biological mother to me."

The person next to the pillow didn't respond at all. Yang Zhaoquan turned his head and realized that she hadn't heard a word and was already asleep.

The little girl was wrapped in a sheet and huddled up, maybe because she felt comfortable and safe. Although her body was curled up, her expression was peaceful and she slept peacefully.

He got out of bed and blew out the candle. In the darkness, her body rose and fell slowly with her breathing, and Yang Zhaoquan just looked at her intently.

At this moment, the memories of the throne, the battlefield, and the fighting, all filled with the smell of blood, were as blurry as a layer of fog. All he could see was this small farmhouse, and his warm and fragrant little wife. He lived like this.

Life seems to be pretty good.

He got on the bed again and moved closer to Qin Shumei. Listening to her soft breathing, he felt more at ease than he had ever felt in the first half of his life.

Qin Shumei woke up and was horrified to find that Yang Zhaoquan's head was leaning next to her shoulder, and the hot breath he breathed covered her neck and turned into sweat.

No wonder it’s so hot! Yesterday’s bath was in vain!

What was even more devastating was that she put one of her hands on his chest and squeezed it unconsciously since she hadn't woken up just now.

Ah! My innocence no longer exists!

Qin Shumei took her hand away as if she was electrocuted and stared at Yang Zhaoquan's tall nose and the muscles looming under his clothes. For a moment, she didn't know whether she was the one taking advantage or the one being taken advantage of.

After admiring the handsome man lying in bed, she mercilessly pushed away the heavy head leaning on her shoulder, quickly got up from the bed, and trotted to find cold water to wash herself with without expression.

[The host's heart rate is detected to be too fast, and adrenaline is soaring.] 004, who has witnessed everything, reminds him in time, exposing the illusion of Qin Shu's unchanging expression.

[Rising adrenaline can help increase the contractility of the host's heart, and can also improve metabolism. Since the host's adrenaline level has been low before, it is recommended that the host do more of this kind of thing that helps to feel comfortable~]

What makes you feel good? Why is this system worded in such a shameful way!

Rather than the problem of low adrenaline, she had to worry more about her heart beating too fast. The fact that the person she shared the bed with was too good-looking actually became a problem. In her previous life, she would have scolded herself in Versailles.

Qin Shumei scooped up another handful of water and slapped it all on her face.

"Did you sleep well, girl?"

Niu Zhuang's wife was used to getting up early. When she heard the sound of the water tank, she came out to see who was awake. When she saw it was Qin Shumei, she immediately smiled happily and rolled her eyes.

"Ah, I...I slept very well. What is sister-in-law busy with?"

As long as Yang Zhaoquan is not talking to her, anyone can say hello. Qin Shumei wiped the water droplets from her face with a handkerchief and followed Niu Zhuang's wife to watch her work.

"Well, no, the malt mixed yesterday has become watery, so I asked you to come and have a look."

The summer night was warm enough, and the glutinous rice and malt had turned into a large basin of beige water. Qin Shu raised her eyebrows and dipped a little into it for Niu Zhuang's wife to taste.

"It's sweet! There's really sugar in it! Girl, how can you be so good!" Niu Zhuang's wife beamed with joy, curiously like a child around a pot of malt glutinous rice water.

Qin Shumei saw her happy and started laughing too.

"We're done with half of it now, and the rest is boiling sugar." She said as she prepared the stove. The hand she was about to add firewood to was pressed down by Niu Zhuang's wife.

"We haven't eaten yet, so don't be busy yet. My sister-in-law has made something good for you."

She reached out and opened the lid of the pot on the stove. It was a steaming basket of multi-grain flour steamed buns. Judging from the color, there was a lot of white flour. While it was still hot, Niu Zhuang's wife took one and stuffed it into Qin Shumei's hand.

"You should also try my sister-in-law's cooking. If you can't finish it, take it with you to eat on the road."

She brought several plates of pickles to Qin Shumei and gave her a pair of chopsticks.

"We can't even take it with us. Sister-in-law, please leave some for the family." Qin Shumei looked at the fresh seasonal vegetables and held the big steamed bun in her hand, feeling a little embarrassed to eat it.

"Why are you so polite? They can eat it anytime they want. It's not easy for you to have something hot when you are away from home." Niu Zhuang's wife stopped being polite to her and directly grabbed a few more steamed buns and carried the bowl to their house in Yanchang.

After eating and drinking enough, she was indeed more energetic at work. Qin Shumei circled the stove for an hour. When she saw that the syrup had become thicker and bubbles appeared, she quickly turned off the fire.

Niu Zhuang and Yanfu helped carry the pot and poured the sugar into the two small jars prepared in advance. The amber syrup was like flowing gems, sparkling as it flowed, exuding an intoxicating sweet fragrance.

Two kilograms of glutinous rice boiled down a kilogram of polysaccharide, which was packed into two cans. Niu Zhuang scratched the bottom of his pot in disbelief, unable to imagine that such expensive sugar sold in the city could be made so easily.

Qin Shumei scraped a spoonful of sugar into a bowl, poured some ginger water, and gave it to Niu Zhuang, who was lying on the bed. After the old lady drank it, she felt a little energetic and wanted to get out of bed and wash herself.

Niu Zhuang saw that his mother's mental state had improved rapidly, and he quietly poked his daughter-in-law with a happy face.

"This little girl is really capable. You did the right thing by giving her those steamed buns."

"You were still feeling distressed when I was scooping out the noodles, but now you see how good they are? Let's learn how to make sweets. Then we can let Dapeng go to the city to sell them for money, and our family will have more income."

The couple counted on their fingers and felt that they were right to take in Qin Shumei and the others, and their attitude towards them became more and more cordial.