Chapter 426 Suffering a Severe Crime

Qin's House

It was late at night. It was snowing outside, but it was warm and full of spring inside.

The candlelight was jumping. On the kang, a pair of lovers were entangled. It was a fusion of black and white, a collision of masculinity and softness.

The whistling wind outside covered the sobbing inside. It was unknown how long it took before the sound of the waves crashing on the shore returned to calm.

Lv Songli lay there, not wanting to move even her fingers. She let Qin Sheng wipe her body with a wet and hot cloth. The sweaty temples, the snow-white neck, and the back with a thin layer of sweat...

At this time, Qin Sheng felt sweet in his heart. He and Lili were so close just now. He felt that he was full of strength. He was willing to do these trivial things for her, personally, and didn't want to rely on others.

Lv Songli's eyes just swept to someone's place. As if he felt her sight, there was an instant rise, as if he could get into work at any time.

Lu Songli pulled the quilt over and wrapped herself up. She shouldn't have been soft-hearted. She shouldn't have let him do it a second time just because he finished quickly the first time and saw that he seemed to be frightened.

She felt like she was split apart now...

Lu Songli looked like she had lost all hope. The model didn't match, and she suffered a lot.

Qin Sheng cleaned her up and packed up the towels and other things before returning to the kang and carefully asking, "Lili, are you okay?"

The boy's originally clear voice was now a little hoarse, which sounded a bit nice.

Lu Songli buried her face in the soft quilt. She finally did it.

Seventeen years old, Lu Songli covered her face.

Lu Songli didn't say anything. Qin Sheng thought she was angry. After all, tears came out of her eyes just now, and she was even annoyed and grabbed him twice.

Qin Sheng was also skeptical at this time. Didn't the men in the military camp say that the bigger the better, it can make women feel like heaven and death? Isn't it said that the longer a man lasts, the more women love him?

Why is it completely different with him? What women love him to death, that's a lie!

"Lili, are you feeling uncomfortable?" It is said that women will feel uncomfortable the day after the wedding night.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"That's good, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell me."

"Okay, it's late, let's go to bed."

"Yeah."

Qin Sheng waited until the breathing next to him became long before opening his eyes. He reached out to help her tuck in the quilt outside, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The next day, Qin Sheng got up at three o'clock. After he got dressed, he took a bow and arrow and went to the nearest mountain.

Not long after dawn, he came back with a pair of pigeons, an adult red muntjac and a turtle.

"Mom, I want to make some pigeon soup for Lili to nourish her."

"Okay, mom knows. It happens that these things can be used by your wife. Go and clean out these two pigeons first. After cleaning the pigeons, deal with the red muntjac. The blood of the red muntjac is the most nourishing. When you deal with it, take some fine rice and soak it in the blood of the red muntjac. Later, I will put the fine rice that has absorbed the blood on the stove to slowly dry it. As for this big turtle, keep it first, and then stew it with the old hen." Qin's mother ordered her son without mercy.

After his mother finished speaking, Qin Sheng went to work obediently.

When Qin Zhao got up, he found that his own Xiaoliu was dealing with pigeons swiftly, with a big turtle shrinking its head at his feet, and a blindfolded red muntjac squatting in the corridor.

Qin Zhao: ... It's outrageous. At this time, Liaodong County is frozen everywhere, right? Where did this big turtle run out? And the red muntjac, winter is not their active season.

After Qin Sheng finished the work his mother asked him to do, he filled the water tank at home with water, and carried some firewood to the kitchen, and then asked his mother, "Mom, is there anything else for me to do?" If not, he would go back to the house.

Qin's mother waved at him, "No, go and do your own thing."

When Qin Sheng returned to the house, Lu Songli was still sleeping, her little face was rosy.

After Qin Sheng cleaned himself, he took off his clothes and squeezed into her bed.

Lu Songli was disturbed and frowned slightly. Qin Sheng reached out and patted her back through the quilt, "Go back to sleep, it's still early."

Lu Songli's eyebrows slowly relaxed, and finally Qin Sheng hugged his wife and took another nap.

When they woke up, it was almost noon. The Qin family had already eaten, but they left food for them. And the two pigeons were still being stewed with charcoal, and now only one large bowl of water was left after stewing four or five bowls.

Qin Sheng poured it all out and gave it to her to drink, while he ate the pigeon meat.

In fact, the pigeon meat had been stewed for so long that the essence was in the soup, and the meat was not delicious at all. But Qin Sheng did not dislike it.

There was still half a month before the Chinese New Year, and the private school had already started its holiday.

Therefore, all the children of the Qin family were at home, and they were quite surprised to see their sixth aunt at home.

Lu Songli had to tell them that she was also on vacation.

It was almost the end of the year, and it coincided with the arrival of the Great Cold. The recent snow was also very heavy, one after another, almost without stopping.

Because the weather was bad recently, the government office began to arrange shifts, and everyone took turns on duty. So she only needed to go to the government office once every three or five days, of course, this premise was that there was no emergency.

At the end of the year, the new emperor was about to get married.

Whether the local officials were reporting back to Chang'an or sending memorials, they would report good news but not bad news, and try not to offend him.

The court, from top to bottom, hoped that the second year of Tianhe would pass smoothly.

But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes. First, Yanmen in Bingzhou suffered a heavy snowstorm, and then there was news that Wuhuan attacked the northern border.

When these two pieces of news came, Song Mo was so angry that he smashed the tea bowl in his hand. The thief God just couldn't see him have a moment of comfort!

After the news of the Yanmen snowstorm came, Zhang Xian quickly claimed to be sick and didn't go to court. The whole court was full of civil and military officials, and he couldn't always be picked on alone.

Then, Zuo Anmin also fell ill and asked for leave from the emperor.

After receiving the news, Zhang Xian snorted coldly. This guy finally stopped harming others and himself.

Wu Chunyu, the Minister of Finance, also wanted to claim illness and not go to court like Zhang Xian and Zuo Anmin, but no, he had to go to court.

He felt that the most difficult person in the entire court, except for the emperor, was him. No, he was more difficult than the emperor.

Since he became the Minister of Finance and was in charge of the national treasury, he has never had a comfortable day.

When the new emperor ascended the throne, the treasury was empty. Every time he finally got some money, there would be various problems that needed to be solved. For example, the flood in the south, the earthquake in Nanyang, and the current snowstorm in Yanmen.

This time is the same! At the end of the year, the new emperor's wedding was grand and cost a lot of money; the Wuhuan in the north invaded, and food and grass were another expense; now there is a snowstorm in Yanmen, and money and food are needed! Money, money, money, food, food, where can he get it?