The princess only wants to get rich and support her family

That night, she led people into Boyang Village, and he thought they were looking for him. At a certain moment, the throbbing in his heart was infinitely magnified. But he never thought that she was only looking for sheep and teasing him.

Damn, this unpredictable little girl deserves a beating.

Qi Si Liao was too lazy to coax her, and simply lowered his head to block the chattering, cursing little mouth. Soon, only the sound of wind, rain, and sobbing were left in the world.

Seeing her face flushed from a kiss, the familiar scene swallowed everything. He heard the call of memory, as if it came from a very far horizon, and slightly separated to remind her to breathe.

Hu Luanfei suddenly felt a sense of disgust as if he was being teased. He said, "Pah!" with a face full of disgust. His low and hoarse voice carried a sense of alienation. "Stay away from me, you dog."

Qi Siliao lowered his eyes to look at her and gently pinched her earlobe as a response.

Hu Luanfei waved his big hand away in disgust, her eyes fixed on the pair of rain-soaked eyes, which contained countless unclear emotions. She could not guess and figure it out, so she quickly moved a few feet away from him, and finally walked away in exhaustion and coldness.

Qi Siliao clenched his fists, his eyes filled with an inexplicable mess of sorrow.

This scene was seen by a third person.

The rain in winter is particularly cold. Hu Luanfei's physique is not as good as that of a martial artist. After being rained on for a short while, he sneezed continuously and could not wipe all the snot.

She returned home, quickly boiled water and took a hot bath, dried her hair in time and drank ginger soup. There was coal burning in the house, and she wore several thick clothes, wrapped herself in a quilt and huddled in bed, but still felt cold.

Looking at the sky which was still raining, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen window. The window faced Jiang Ling and Wen Ruoxue's house, which was not far away.

While she still had strength, she called out to Jiang Ling and asked him to help get a doctor.

When Jiang Ling left, Qi Siriao just came out of the bathroom and their eyes met.

He handed over a warm towel with a sincere look on his face.

Hu Luanfei turned his hand over and wiped the water droplets off his forehead. He looked up, as if he had just noticed him, staring at him in silence for a moment, and said in a tone as light as smoke, "No, thank you."

After saying this, he passed by her and went back to his bedroom to lie down.

When the doctor diagnosed her, he found that she did have a high fever. She was about to say that she felt uncomfortable when she fainted.

The doctor stroked his gray beard and felt the patient's pulse calmly. Then he stood up, prescribed some medicine, explained some precautions, and left in the rain.

Maybe he wants to ease the relationship between the two.

Jiang Ling was boiling medicine in the kitchen, so he asked Qi Siriao to help watch over him.

When Hu Luanfei opened his eyes again, he saw a person sitting beside the bed. He was startled and shrank back into the bed, pulling the quilt tightly to protect himself. When he saw who it was and wanted to speak, he found that his throat was inflamed and it was burning and painful when he spoke.

But she took a breath, endured the pain and said: "Aren't you going back to accompany your saint?"

Qi Si Liao stirred the medicine in the bowl and heard Hu Luan Fei's voice saying calmly, "They all say that you are my legally married wife. She has nothing to do with me and there is no need for her to accompany me."

"Don't you like the baby in her belly very much? Don't you think it's a pity to leave Boyan Village like this?"

Qi Siliao said with deep affection: "We will have children too."

Thinking back to every time we were intimate, he would always pull back and not take the final step. Hearing him say that now, I felt sad.

But Hu Luanfei was not the kind of person who held grudges. He just snorted coldly, blocking the rest of Qi Siliao's words in his throat.

She took the medicine from his hand, drank it in one gulp, then put the bowl down, lay down, pulled the quilt over her head, and did it all in one smooth motion.

Qi Siliao moved his gaze to her back and found that she was trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry. I was so cold to you before." Qi Siliao lay down on the bed and hugged her from behind.

Hu Luanfei struggled, but found that he couldn't get free, so he was too lazy to move anymore. He kept his eyes open, with no emotion in his eyes.

She whispered, "You said that the Saint of Boyang Village is gentle and virtuous, well-educated and sensible, and can take charge of all matters in Tiger Mountain. You also said that I am not a talent for building a family, but a disaster."

Qi Si Liao felt a stab in the chest. It was Wuxin that day. It was all because she hit his vitals that made him angry. But in the end, it was his fault?

He pursed his lips and frowned, "Sometimes, I find that you are quite good at playing dirty. You obviously planted the seeds yourself, but you blame me for the bad results."

Hu Luanfei did not deny it. "So there is no need for us to continue our past relationship. You go find your Saint, and I'll take care of Tiger Mountain."

"Yours?" Qi Siliao raised an eyebrow. "According to the Daqian law, women are not allowed to interfere in government affairs."

Hu Luanfei didn't mind his words and said with a smile: "In your current condition, I'm afraid you can't even tell which one is the emperor. Qi Si Liao, don't provoke me again."

Qi Si Liao laughed in anger: "Hu Luanfei, don't be ungrateful."

Who is Qi Si Liao? He took the initiative to get closer to her, but she didn't appreciate it and even wanted to drive him away.

Hu Luanfei coughed twice and smiled sarcastically: "I have been ungrateful for more than a day or two. You were quite willing to endure it before, but today you are annoyed by me. As expected, a low-class servant like me cannot compare with your gentle, virtuous, well-educated saint."

The mention of the Saint of Boyang Village was made, and even the dumb Qi Si Liao could understand what was going on. So he turned her over to face him, ready to laugh at her.

Unexpectedly, she saw the scene she least wanted to see in her life. She bit her lips tightly, trying to make herself look calm. Little did she know that the resentment hidden in her eyes betrayed her.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart, and I didn't know what to do. I wanted to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but I didn't have the courage to face the reproach in her eyes.

Did she cry like this before?

The teeth were very sharp, leaving deep purple marks on the skin under the lip, as if the bite had a grudge against him. He couldn't pry open the stubborn little mouth.

So he suppressed his anger and got out of bed, "Don't torture yourself like this. If you don't like me being here, I'll leave."

After saying that, he left without looking back. Hu Luanfei, who was lying on the bed, clutched the quilt tightly. Suddenly, he buried his head and cried bitterly.

Qi Si Liao, you son of a bitch! You don't remember anything and you still come to tease me, are you a stud or a hooligan? You took it for granted that you hurt me before, but now you're running around and caring about me, don't you think it's ridiculous?

After Qi Siriao left, Hu Luanfei fell asleep in a daze.

Jiang Ling and Qi Si Liao, who were guarding the door, each looked at the gloomy rainy day without saying a word.

After a long time, Qi Siliao broke the silence.

"Is this how she and I always get along?"

Jiang Ling was silent for a long time before he spoke: "No matter how angry you were before, you would never compare other women with the princess in front of everyone. Miss Jiang used to be much more delicate and beautiful than the princess, and you never lost face for the princess. Just recently, you changed."