The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

After some introductions from both parties, Xiao Xixi learned that the old man's surname was Yue, and because he was the third in the family, everyone called him the third child of Yue.

The old woman was his first wife, maiden name Deng.

Mrs. Deng put the oil lamp on the table and explained, "This house was originally lived by my daughter. She married out of town, so the house was empty."

She noticed that Xiao Xixi and Luo Qinghan were all wet, and continued.

"You take a break first, and I'll get you two sets of clean clothes."

Xiao Xixi hurriedly thanked him.

Deng turned around and walked out.

The room was very small, and there was a couch against the wall, with a quilt on the couch.

There is also a small low table next to it, and the oil lamp is placed on the table, emitting a dim yellow light.

Because he was still wet, in order to avoid getting the bedding wet, Xiao Xixi helped Luo Qinghan to sit down at the table.

Luo Qinghan's face was frighteningly white at this time, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was no trace of blood.

Xiao Xixi reached out and took out his clothes, and took out a small turtle.

She put the turtle on the table.

Luo Qinghan couldn't help but be stunned: "Is this Xiaoxi?"

Xiao Xixi nodded and said yes.

Originally, Xiaoxi was placed in a porcelain basin. Later, because she wanted to disguise herself and get out of the city, she could only stuff Xiaoxi into her clothes and take them out together.

Xiaoxi was lying on the table, her head retracted into the turtle shell, and she entered the state of pretending to be dead again.

Deng will be back soon.

She put two sets of coarse clothes on the couch.

"These are the clothes that my old man and I usually wear. Although they are worn out, they are all washed and very clean. You should put them on first. It's so cold now, and wearing wet clothes all the time will definitely make you sick. "

Xiao Xixi has said thank you many times just now, but now she doesn't know what to say other than saying thank you.

Mrs. Deng and Mr. Yue have only one daughter. Since the daughter got married, they are the only old couple left in the family. In addition, the place where they live is very remote, surrounded by barren mountains and mountains, and there is not even a single neighbor who visits. This makes their usual life very deserted.

Now that two people have finally come to visit as guests, Mrs. Deng is quite happy.

She smiled and said: "You change your clothes first, and I will cook some ginger soup for you."

After Mrs Deng left, Xiao Xixi closed the door and helped Luo Qinghan change clothes.

She used to do this kind of thing often, and now she is naturally familiar with it.

But after three or two times, Luo Qinghan was ripped off by her.

The body between a teenager and a mature man looks a little green, but also has vigorous strength.

However, at this time Xiao Xixi had no intention of appreciating it.

Using a damp handkerchief, she carefully helped him wipe the blood from his right arm.

The edge of the wound was soaked in the river water and turned white, and even the flesh and blood inside could be seen. At this time, it was still slowly bleeding out, and it looked terrifying.

Xiao Xixi was afraid that his wound would become infected.

In this era of no antibiotics, a small infection can kill a person.

She had no medicine on her body, so she could only briefly clean the wound, and then wrap the wound with a clean cloth.

Looking back, she thought of a way to see if she could go into the mountains to find some herbs to stop bleeding and heal her wounds.

Xiao Xixi picked up the clean clothes next to her, put them on Luo Qinghan one by one, and carefully avoided the wound on his arm.

Luo Qinghan leaned on the low table, and because he temporarily found a place to spend the night, his tense nerves relaxed a little.

When he relaxed, he felt a little sleepy, and his eyelids kept pressing down.

Xiao Xixi said to him while taking off the wet clothes on her body.

"Don't sleep first, at least wait until you finish drinking the ginger soup."

Luo Qinghan raised his eyelids hard, just in time to see Xiao Xixi undressing.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he looked away.

After a while, his eyes involuntarily turned back to Xiao Xixi.

Xiao Xixi's complexion was originally very white, and after being soaked in the icy river water, it was even more amazingly white.

He watched her raise her arm, put her white and tender arm through her sleeve, the dark brown coarse cloth covered her body, and put away the scorching beautiful scenery.

Luo Qinghan lowered his eyelashes and looked at Xiao Xi who was lying motionless on the table, his eyes were dark and deep, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

After changing into clean clothes, Xiao Xixi felt much more comfortable.

She picked up the wet clothes on the ground, put them on the table, and then ran out to look for Mrs. Deng to see if there was a place to dry the clothes.

Mrs. Deng was cooking ginger soup in the stove when she heard Xiao Xixi's question.

She said, "It's still snowing outside, so I can't dry my clothes. You help me watch this ginger soup. I'll get you a brazier. Hang your clothes next to the brazier. It should be enough to dry overnight."

Xiao Xixi hurriedly said yes.

Ginger soup was burning in the pot, giving off a spicy smell of ginger.

Mrs. Deng has already let go of the seasoning, and now Xiao Xixi just needs to watch the fire.

Soon Deng came back with another brazier.

Xiao Xixi pulled the charcoal fire out of the stove and transferred it to the brazier.

She walked back with the brazier.

Deng was a little worried that her little lady couldn't hold her, but she saw that her steps were steady and she didn't seem to be particularly strenuous.

Deng felt relieved, and at the same time a little surprised.

This little lady looked at the small one, but she didn't expect her strength to be quite strong.

Xiao Xixi returned to the house with the brazier, she shook off the wet clothes and hung them beside the brazier.

Mrs Deng came in with two bowls of hot ginger soup.

"You should drink this soup soon to drive away the cold."

Xiao Xixi took the ginger soup with both hands, first fed Luo Qinghan a bowl, and then picked up another bowl of ginger soup and drank it all at once.

After a bowl of hot ginger soup, she suddenly felt her body and limbs warm up.

Yue Laosan walked in with a stoneware bowl, which contained mashed herbs.

"This is a recipe I learned from others. I usually go hunting in the mountains. If I accidentally get injured and bleed, I will apply these herbs to the wound. The effect is not bad. Would you like to try it for your husband?"

Xiao Xixi was overjoyed and hurriedly said yes.

Yue Laosan handed her the rough pottery bowl. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little turtle on the table, and couldn't help being happy.

"You still have this turtle with you?"

Xiao Xixi: "Yes, this is the birthday gift I gave to my husband. It must be taken care of."

Third Yue said, "Give me the turtle, I'll put it in the water and get it something to eat."

Xiao Xixi handed Xiaoxi into his hands, not forgetting to warn.

"Don't confuse it with other tortoises, we will recognize it as one, and nothing else."

Yue Laosan was amused by her serious appearance and laughed: "Okay, I promise not to get confused."

He took the empty bowl and left with Mrs Deng.

When they went out, they didn't forget to close the door intimately.