When Qi Yun said this sentence, he did not think it over carefully.

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was too good, or maybe it was because the little ginseng let Qi Erlang completely let go of his heart and thought so tightly that he said it out of his mouth.

However, when he finished saying this sentence, he did not get a positive response immediately, and Qi Yun's smile gradually faded.

Originally relaxed, Qi Yun suddenly became nervous. Qi Yun was half lying down, leaning on his hands and elbows, but now he felt as if he had been frozen. He couldn't lie down, but he couldn't get up.

Just then, Qi Yun heard a voice: "Xianggong, why do you want to sleep together?"

This sentence cooled Qi Yun's heart.

Because today is a new day, there is no moon, and the candles in the room have gone out. In the darkness, Qi Yun did not know Ye Jiao's expression at the moment, but there was some doubt in the woman's voice.

It was pure confusion, as if it was rare for two people to sleep in the same place.

Qi Yun didn't speak, not because he didn't want to, but because he wanted something to block his throat.

What's so sad about it?

At first, he was the one who said that he lived in separate beds. Although there was a reason for Ye Jiao to be afraid of being ill, was it not that he was afraid of himself?

Afraid of her dislike, afraid of her alienation, he should be prepared.

So what's the uncomfortable position now?

Qi Yun wanted to say: this is his joke. hope Niao Niang doesn't take it seriously. But couldn't say a word on the tip of tongue.

Ye Jiao did not wait for Qi Yun's response for a long time, but she could hear the man's breathing.

It's not that women have thousands of ears, it's just that the room is so quiet that it's hard not to hear it.

Having lived in the same room for such a long time, Ye Jiao knew that Qi Yun didn't gasp like this when he was asleep. After thinking about it, Little Ginseng suddenly said, "when you get married, you have to sleep together."

Qi Yun was stupefied for a moment, forgetting that he was still uncomfortable in his heart, and asked subconsciously, "you don't know?"

As soon as he asked, Qi Yun wanted to gag himself.

There was no one to teach her before she got married, and the couple of the Ye family thought they knew what they had not told her, and they had never mentioned it after they got married. It was only normal that the wife was not clear.

What Qi Yun did not know was that the original Ye Jiao knew something, even if she was a youngest daughter, she still had the common sense she should have.

But because sister-in-law Ye was going to sell her, she was sure that she was going to be a widow, so all the memories of getting married were gray, with despair, so that the little ginseng was not happy to read it, so she skipped it, and nothing of common sense or common sense was remembered in her head.

Now, should have known nothing about these little ginseng can remember this reason, or because the little fox casually talked about the good time when she slept with her scholar husband.

Also used other adjectives, but the little ginseng is as simple as paper, as pure as water, Leng is not understood.

Seeing that Qi Yun did not speak, Ye Jiao felt that she had guessed correctly.

She was still saying in her heart that she had just praised her cleverness, which could be forgotten.

Fortunately, Little Ginseng is a good leprechaun who likes to learn, and immediately replied, "wait for me, Xianggong. I'll be right there."

The voice was crisp and there was no hesitation, so that all the loneliness of Qi Yun just now was blown away.

On the other side of the soft couch, there was the sound of Soso. Qi Yun was afraid that she would not find her shoes when she stayed. If she stepped barefoot on the ground, she would catch cold. The man immediately touched the fire fold, blew it, and lit the candle at the head of the bed when he saw the light flickering slightly.

When the leaping candlelight slowly lit up the bedroom, Qi Yun felt a white light flash in front of his eyes.

It was Ye Jiao's arm stretched out from the quilt, and her jade-white skin seemed to shake his eyes.

But Ye Jiao soon retracted her arm.

Wrapping himself tightly with a quilt, the little ginseng shrunken his mouth: "it's really cold." Just now I just stretched out my arm, and I felt the skin exposed was freezing.

Qi Yun looked at the charcoal basin in the room and found that the charcoal basin had gone out.

Nowadays, this charcoal fire is also divided into different grades, and the best ones should be supplied to royalty, relatives, dignitaries and dignitaries, which is an honor that cannot be bought with money.

When it comes to ordinary wealthy tenants, although charcoal fire does not smoke or smoke people when it burns, it occasionally burns out and makes people get "charcoal poison". Usually at night, the charcoal fire is going out, and the room naturally gets cold.

Although there are still some warm air left during the day, but accustomed to the warmth in the quilt, of course it will be cold to come out.

With some sadness in his eyes, Qi Yun said, "I'm just saying casually, if you."

But without waiting for him to finish, he found that Ye Jiao had wrapped herself in a quilt, wrapped herself around a tight quilt, grabbed the quilt horn in her hands, wrapped herself on the ground, put on her embroidered shoes, and hopped toward Qi Yun's bed.

At first, Qi Yun felt that his wife was "cute" all the time, and the next moment she was very glad that she had ordered wax, otherwise it was a little scary to be suddenly jumped up by such a "quilt spirit" jumping around in the dark.

Seeing her jumping near, Qi Yun hurriedly put the candlestick aside and stretched out his hand to pick her up.

When Ye Jiao even fell into his arms with a quilt, Qi Yun's face felt uncomfortable and slowly became a smile.

Ye Jiao could not laugh.

She really didn't expect that the human body was so difficult to control. She just didn't bother to wear and take off the layers of clothes again and again. Who would have thought that she would tie herself up to the last step? if not for Qi Yun, she would have fallen on the bed next!.

Ye Jiao hummed angrily and rolled around in the quilt, and Qi Yun let go of his hand, pulled his quilt out, and pointed to the position inside: "sleep here."

Ye Jiao hesitated for a moment, did not object, and lay down obediently.

Because neither of them wanted to leave the quilt and go out to get a pillow, they just made do with a long pillow.

Qi Yun blew out the candle and felt a little sore in his arm when he went back to lie down.

It was not that Ye Jiao had just pressed him, but that Qi Erlang had been holding his body on his elbows, and his body was motionless because of mood swings, which made his arms numb.

Just in a hurry, he reached out to catch his wife, and now when he came back to his mind, he felt that his fingertips were numb since he was in a small arm.

This made him lie down and began to rub his arms gently, but did not open his mouth.

After all, Master Qi is also face-saving, especially in front of his wife, Qi Yun is particularly concerned.

Ye Jiao on the other side did not speak after lying down.

She had thought that when she slept in one place, she might as well sleep in one place, and she was afraid to make her husband hot again. She just had to stay away quietly after he fell asleep.

But after lying down, Ye Jiao looked at the thick quilts on the two people and felt that she thought too much.

It was mended up before, because Ye Jiao curled up in his arms and could smell her breath.

Now two people sleep in separate quilts, not to mention close, it is difficult to touch them, let alone to mend something.

But if she just lay there and felt wasted, Ye Jiao calculated in her mind that recently, Qi Yun was busy with the shop, and she wanted to learn to read and write. although she spent a lot of time together, it was much shorter when she could hold hands.

Now may be a good time to replenish.

Thinking about it, the little ginseng quietly reached out from his quilt and groped directly into the man's quilt.

Qi Yun felt that his numb fingertips were gently grasped.

Ye Jiao did not try hard, but because her blood was not yet clear, even a light touch made Qi Yun feel the itching on his hands straight up, causing him to shake unconsciously.

This makes the little ginseng a little strange: "Xianggong, what's the matter with you?"

Qi Yun held back and tried to squeeze his arm to make himself more comfortable, but he gently said, "it's all right." Then the backhand grabbed Ye Jiao's hand.

Clasp your fingers.

As a matter of fact, Qi Yun is not used to sleeping with people. he is even somewhat unwilling to get along with others because of his poor health. He thought that he needed to do a lot of mental construction in the same bed with his wife, but he fell asleep without waiting for him to think more.

Have a good night's dream and sleep soundly.

The next day, Ye Jiao woke up earlier than he did. She felt that the man was still holding her finger vainly. Ye Jiao carefully withdrew her hand and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that she did not disturb him.

Qi Yun's body still needs to be nourished now, and Ye Jiao doesn't call him to get enough sleep. Because her clothes are still soft, Ye Jiao directly takes Qi Yun's thick robe at the head of the bed and wraps herself out of bed.

Clean up yourself, ask someone to bring in the hot charcoal basin to replace, go out, a whole set of work Ye Jiao is already familiar with.

When breakfast was almost ready, Qi Yun woke up.

Qi Yun, who once had insomnia as a habit, has slept better and better every day since he married Ye Jiao, and he gradually got used to sleeping until dawn.

But Qi Yun didn't like lazy beds like ordinary people. He didn't even like to let himself be free. After breakfast, he asked Tiezi to call Song in charge.

Ye Jiao asked people to prepare a small room for her husband early, but even though it was very warm inside, Ye Jiao stared at Qi Yun wearing thick clothes to make sure that he would not let him go because of the cold.

On the other hand, Ye Jiao went to Liu's yard and did not sit for long. After hearing Qi Ming coming, she got up and prepared to go back so as not to disturb their mother-son reunion.

But before he left, Liu told him: "when Saburo returns to the academy, the stewards will count the money and enter it into the account. at that time, they will share the reward money. Go back and ask Jiro if you want to keep an eye on it."

Ye Jiao also heard Qi Yun say that after reporting the accounts, these stewards had to take stock of the money and put it into the treasury. Although they all went into their respective warehouses, the process had to go through in front of the Qi family, the owner.

Qi Fu Qi Zhao will be there, if Qi Yun's body can get by, he will also be there.

At that time, it was no longer the cold figures in the ledger, but the silver and copper coins dressed in strings, each of which had to be carefully counted.

Liu specially told Ye Jiao that because of the large number of items in the wine shop, she was willing to let her second son come to the limelight.

Ye Jiao promised and wrote down the words before leaving.

On the way back, Ye Jiao met a small stone.

It is not Fang who is holding the stone this time, but the woman in Fang's house. The stone still has an extraordinary affection for Ye Jiao. When he sees her, he reaches out his hand to her and wants to let Ye Jiao hold him.

Ye Jiao also wants to hug him. In fact, as long as she is a cub, she has her own feeling of being liked by others.

But Ye Jiao didn't want the doll to burn, so she just smiled and clasped his little fat hand, and her eyes looked at the woman: "Why didn't the sister-in-law come?" I didn't see her at my mother-in-law's place just now. "

The woman replied, "the young lady said last night that she was not feeling well, and she hasn't got up until now."

Hearing that Fang was ill, Ye Jiao hurriedly asked, "are you in the way?"

The woman shook her head and said, "it doesn't matter." It was just a hindrance, and she followed Fang for several years, and she could see that the big and young woman was small-minded and could make her angry, not to mention that she felt humiliated yesterday.

In a few days, we have to count it face-to-face. Fang used to like this day best, waiting for it every two months, but now he is afraid that he can hide.

It's just that these words can't be said to Ye Jiao, and the woman put up with it.

Ye Jiao smiled and said, "nothing is fine." Then his eyes looked at the small stone. "now that the left and right sides are free, you might as well take the stone to my place for a while. It's windy in this garden. Don't blow on the child."

Naturally, the woman had no reason to refuse and followed Ye Jiao with a stone in her arms.

When Ye Jiao entered the yard, she saw that the door of the small room was still tightly closed, thinking that today Xianggong and the manager of Song had talked for a longer time than usual, but she did not go in and looked at it, but entered the house with a small stone.

Ye Jiao usually practices calligraphy in the wing room at this time, and today is no exception.

There was a pen, ink and paper inkstone on the table. Ye Jiao grinded and said, "Xiao Su, I remember there was a plate of sand cakes in the morning. Bring it to the stone."

Children love to eat sweet, ordinary stones are eaten with Ye Jiao in Liu's place. Although there is a big age gap between the two people, they are very similar in eating, and Ye Jiao is much nicer to him.

This sand cake is a steamed cake made of glutinous rice flour, with a mixture of mashed sesame and sugar in the middle. It is sweet, soft and waxy, especially suitable for children.

However, the stone was not attracted by the sand cake, but stared at the brush on the table.

When Ye Jiao was picking up her pen and writing, Xiao Shi suddenly earned money in her wife's arms: "Auntie, second auntie!"

Ye Jiao immediately looked up at him, but did not go over. She just smiled and asked, "what happened to the stone?"

The small stone is still small, and sometimes can't say what think in mouth. only know how to shout Ye Jiao over and over again, and her round eyes stare at the brush.

The woman didn't understand, but Ye Jiao had a connection: "do you want to try?"

The stone nodded immediately, his cheeks fleshy and looked like a porcelain doll.

Ye Jiao did not refuse, asked her wife to bring the small stone, also gave him a brush, but did not dip it in ink, for fear that he would eat it, just dipped in water and asked him to draw on the cloth.

Fortunately, the small stone can not tell whether it is ink or water, anyway, there are traces on the blue cloth, the little guy is also happy.

Writing, a cloth painting is full, Ye Jiao got up to give him another one, and the small stone obediently held up her brush and waited.

Just then, I heard a voice from outside: "Sister-in-law."

The author has something to say: author Hua: Niang, you are so kind to the little stone, is it the sympathy between foodie?

Niang Niang:. Huh! [ate a plate of sand cakes angrily]