After committing myself to madly criticizing the governor, I was confused

Night in the mountain village always comes quickly.

The whole village has a different kind of elegance.

It is a taste formed by the soil in the mountains and forests, mixed with people's simplest work.

But in the taste, it condensed into an indescribable, faintly disgusting smell.

The entire village relies mainly on hunting and farming.Not far away there are acres of rice fields where sorghum and wheat are grown.

There are many pits, large and small, in the village.

According to villagers, people from the previous government thought there was iron ore here, so they mined it aggressively.

As a result, after mining again and again, I found that there was no trace of minerals, so I left.

No one filled this pit. From then on, it formed a puddle with accumulated water, and later gradually formed a large lake.

The villagers gradually used it to irrigate the rice here. Because there are no iron ores, the water quality here does not have much impact on the crops. It basically plays a role in irrigation.

There is such a puddle next to Sister Cui's house, and all crops depend on it for watering.

The livestock raised at home, including cows, sheep, and a puppy, all choose to drink water here.

I have to say that although life in this mountain village is a bit harsh, it is very pleasant.

Even the sunset in the evening is so beautiful.

The clothesline in the farmer's house is covered with coarse linen clothes and a silk handkerchief.

Feng Xiaoer's injuries were all external injuries.Haosheng's condition has basically healed.

Sister Cui found a new set of clothes for her.

Like Xiao Qi, he wears the most ordinary civilian clothes.

The two of them stood together, still like a beautiful couple, even more like a couple of gods and gods.

At night, when it was getting cold, Sister Cui was kind enough to take out a new and thicker set of quilts from the cupboard for the two of them to cover themselves.

Feng Xiaoer looked at Xiao Qi making the bed with gusto, and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, do you want to sleep with me?"

Xiao Qi worked hard to spread it, and his voice did not distinguish between emotion and anger: "What else?"

Feng Xiaoer felt like crying but had no tears.

How long had it been since they slept together.

During these days when we went south, we basically slept separately.

Except for that thunderstorm.

In the Admiral's Mansion before, it was just to play out the show and sleep together.

Now, her identity as the killer of Qingque Pavilion has been exposed.After being exposed so frankly in front of the governor of the East Factory, I really can't find any reason to continue sleeping together in a pretentious manner.

Although they can't be considered strangers, they are almost there.

But the man opposite her didn't seem to have as many worries as she did.

He took off his clothes, shoes and socks, lay down on the bed again and again, and even pulled the corner of the quilt.

"Sleep?"

"Huh?" Feng Xiaoer didn't react.

It should be said that she hadn't lied down yet, she was just sitting on the bed.

"If you want to sleep, the lights are turned off in our house..."

"Oh, okay..." What can she do.

His life is in his hands, what else can he do?

The nominal relationship between husband and wife is nothing more than each getting what he needs.

Those who raised eyebrows and showed no doubt about their love and affection are all just pretending.

So now, it doesn't make any sense for the two of them to still be together.

The only thing is that the emperor can't explain it.

But now we are on the border of Laizhou, and it is very likely that we have left Laizhou.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, and Xiao Qi doesn't seem like someone who cares about that far away at all.

So, what does this whole thing mean?

Soon she had an answer.

The dark sky cast a little bit of broken flowers on the window lattice without curtains.

The moonlight pours like silver.

In a few days, it will be the night of the full moon.

Feng Xiaoer couldn't sleep, so he had a good time during the day. He would feed the pigs and chickens for Sister Cui.

Xiao Qi would also chop two pieces of firewood for Sister Cui's husband.The day passed like this.

But it was a long night, and lying next to Xiao Qi was like lying on pins and needles.

His breathing was always very light, but tonight there was none at all.

It was as if she could only hear her own heartbeat and nothing else.

"Do you like our family? I'm serious."

he asked in the dark.

Feng Xiaoer thought about countless possibilities, but never thought that he would ask such a question.

How to answer this?

Keep pretending, or tell the truth?

"No, I don't know."

She gave a very confused answer.

"If I kiss you, will you be angry?" Xiao Qi asked again.

The voice was low and hoarse, as if a traveler who had been thirsty for three days and three nights had finally received a drop of moisture from the rain.

Feng Xiaoer's nerves were numb from the head to the soles of her feet.

Did you hear it right?

What did the guy next to me just say?

What's weird?

"Sir, I...I will take the initiative to ask you to write a letter of divorce."

It is more practical to talk about such things.

After returning to the capital, she didn't expect Xiao Qi to be the same as before.

She can no longer be his wife.

There are so many things between them, like a chasm that can never be crossed.

Even if you give birth to wings, you can't fly to the end.

"Would you be angry if I kissed you?"

That bewildering voice came again.

This time, Feng Xiaoer confirmed that he heard correctly.

However, my whole body felt inexplicably hot!

"Sir, you...um..."

Xiao Qi turned over and pinned her down.

"Sir, you, you, you..." Feng Xiaoer was so shocked that he could not speak coherently.

Xiao Qi didn't care about her fright, and just linked his fingers with hers.

His hands are broad, slender, and dry.

In comparison, her hands were slender and small, but they were wet with sweat.

Feng Xiaoer's body was underneath her, separated by her thin inner clothes.

Xiao Qi felt the uneasy heat on her skin.

But that little hand was as cold as if it had just been taken out of ice water.