Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Someone has traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers to see you, and you have also crossed rivers and traveled day and night to see someone.

Many years later.

Which of these two will you never forget?

Someone has saved money to buy you a gift, and you have also eaten coarse food to express your thoughts to others.

Many years later.

Which gift will leave you with a deeper impression and full of emotion?

Zhou Leng's answer was always the latter. Only what you have paid for will be remembered more deeply. Naturally, gifts received casually and treasures obtained at a high price are not treated the same.

So are gifts, so are people.

Of course, being overly reserved will make people feel distant, so this degree needs to be properly grasped.

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When Yao Qing woke up in the morning, he saw a woman covered with a thin dress lying on the edge of the bed. He moved to get up, and the movement woke up the woman.

Zhou Leng stood up, rubbed his eyes, and reached out to touch Yao Qing's forehead. When his slightly cold hand touched Yao Qing's forehead, he froze and did not move.

Zhou Leng said worriedly, "You don't have a fever anymore. You had a fever last night, and I was afraid you would get burned, so I kept using a wet towel to cool you down. After I saw that you were no longer hot, I was still worried, so I stayed here and fell asleep."

Zhou Leng was closing the distance between the two, replacing brother and slave with you and me.

Yao Qing looked at her haggard appearance and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I'm going to get some fresh air. You can take a rest as well."

Zhou Leng stretched out her hand to hold the other person down, but accidentally pressed on the other person's full chest muscles. She quickly withdrew her hand and said, "You should rest more. I'll go cook some medicine and make some food for you."

In the next few days, taking advantage of Yao Qing's inconvenience with his hands, Zhou Leng began to feed him, dress him, and take care of him meticulously.

The atmosphere between the two people also changed from strange to somewhat ambiguous.

After half a month, Yao Qing's hand had basically recovered, and he began to take over the management of the checkpoint from the second village chief, which was simply the monitoring work of Sanyuan Mountain.

When the other party was not at home, Zhou Leng would always close the door and practice hard.

One evening, the two were having dinner together.

Yao Qing clenched his hands under the table and said tentatively, "Yirong, it's cold today. You will catch a cold if you sleep on the wooden couch. Why don't you rest on the bed?"

Zhou Leng was already rolling his eyes in his heart. What do you mean? You think we are going to sleep together now? What about the wedding and the betrothal gifts? Even if you don't mention three matchmakers, six betrothals and eight sedan chair bearers, you should at least have some sense of ceremony.

In fact, Yao Qing expressed the general idea of ​​that era that women were dependents of men, and women from Yirong's background were usually gifts frequently exchanged between the rich and powerful. Even if Yirong treated him well at this time, he was moved and heart-throbbed, but he could not think of giving her a ceremony or a wedding, because for a woman from Yirong's background, there was no such thing as a formal marriage in people's subconscious.

Zhou Leng lowered his head and said softly:

"Brother Yao Qing, you know my origin. How can a lowly servant like me be worthy of your heroism? It is a gift from heaven that I can be by your side now. I dare not ask for anything else. Brother, please don't make such a joke."

Yao Qing felt a little confused and a little anxious at the moment. He thought that the other party would shyly agree if he proposed it. After all, he had seen the other party's friendship during the past half month. But now, hearing that the other party had resumed the title of slave and brother, he said anxiously:

"Yi Rong, why are you saying this? I never thought you were born a lowly servant. I just hope you don't think I'm a fugitive. Why are you talking like this today? It makes me feel irritated."

Zhou Leng thought to herself that it was normal for you to be upset. I want you to be so upset that you can't figure it out. She whispered back:

"Brother, why are you so upset? You are the leader of the guards in this mountain stronghold, and I am just a maid in this courtyard. How can I have the honor to sleep in the same bed with you?"

Yao Qing became even more impatient, and his voice became louder, unlike his usual gentleness towards Yirong. He stared at the woman who bowed her head and said:

"What else do you want to do? You have been betrothed to me by the head of the stronghold. We have been together for these days and have had physical contact. You said you were a maid in my courtyard, but when did I ever treat you as a maid?"

Zhou Leng thought to herself that you have a bad temper. If the enemy retreats, I advance; if the enemy advances, I defend; if the enemy runs, I chase. She looked up and saw that the other person was staring at her eyes. After meeting his gaze, she said:

"Brother Yao Qing, please forgive me for not being able to obey your request today. Even if she is a maid, there are still some private etiquette. I don't want you to spend money, but we must at least have someone witness it. We must worship heaven and earth and inform our ancestors before we can sleep in the same bed. If I were with someone else, I could make do with it, but I love you, how can I be so hasty? If this is the case... if this is the case..."

When the woman said this, there was a hint of crying in her voice and tears fell into the bowl.

Yao Qing felt very uncomfortable with what the other party said, and secretly blamed himself for being so careless and absurd. Although the chieftain had betrothed the girl to him, her clothes and clothes were robbed, and she had no home here. The chieftain's wife was not her master's relative. Now, after hearing the other party's heartfelt words, all his impatience disappeared, leaving only pity.

"Don't cry, let's forget about it and eat quickly."

Zhou Leng lowered his head and ate calmly.

After the meal, the two of them did not communicate anymore. Yao Qing wanted to say a few words, but Zhou Lengleng did not respond at all. After she packed up, she returned to her wooden bed, closed the curtain, and sat cross-legged to practice.

Relationships also need to be managed. You can't just give and please someone blindly to get into their heart. To put it in the most realistic way, if a man's wealth is all in the hands of a woman, then when he cheats, he has to think about whether he is willing to give up half of the wealth that he wants to give to his wife. Of course, the same is true for being in a different position.

Yao Qing tossed and turned on the bed, feeling as if there were many little bugs biting and gnawing at his heart. He felt both that he couldn't get what he wanted today and that he was ashamed of his deep affection for Yirong.

The next morning, when Yao Qing opened his eyes, he saw the prepared food on the table in the room and a wooden couch with a curtain drawn. He sighed, ate the meal, and then went to the village to do his work.

For three days, both sides remained silent.

Zhou Leng was practicing peacefully while Yao Qing was making arrangements in secret.

On the morning of the fourth day, the village chief's wife's maid came to invite Zhou Leng to be his guest.

The village chief's wife was a straightforward person who also knew some martial arts. When she saw Zhou Leng bowing to her, she said, "You, come here quickly. Today I have been entrusted with a task and I am here to do it."

Zhou Leng understood what was going on, but she was taken by the maid to dress up with a confused look on her face. She put on makeup, lightly brushed her eyebrows, changed into bright red clothes, and covered her head with a veil.

Someone outside shouted, "The groom is here to pick us up, and there are even jugglers and trumpets. This is a rare lively wedding in our village. I see many people have come out to watch the fun. Oh my, Mr. Yao must have put a lot of thought into this."

Zhou Leng had only one thought in his mind: This boy is teachable.