Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

In Jingcheng, there is a tradition of eating glutinous rice dumplings on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month. At night, there is also a custom of releasing boats - small boats are released into the current along the river to commemorate Qu Yuan, a nobleman of the Chu State who drowned.

Chun Yang followed the local customs and started arranging the maid to make small glutinous rice dumplings early in the morning. Ji Shou, who was busy recruiting and training people recently, disguised himself and went out to other inns to secretly "learn from them".

Wangshu intends to go out for a stroll in the evening.

After more than half a month in Jingcheng, his wife finally agreed to go out for a walk, and everyone immediately got ready. The weather was getting warmer, and Chun Yang put the light clothes that had been dried and ironed on the hangers and hung the complete set on the clothes rail in the room.

Colorful and the colors look like new.

"How's the security situation in Jingcheng?"

Wangshu was holding a thin, plain tube-top dress and comparing her figure in front of a full-length mirror made up of several dressing mirrors:

In this day and age, even full-length mirrors have to look like Tetris!

Fortunately, a beautiful person is not afraid of being ugly in the mirror! Nowadays, Wangshu feels that he particularly fits the various standards of the times: "white and thin are beautiful" and "thin where thin should be thin, and fat where fat should be handsome."

"I'm so beautiful that I'm in a daze!"

Chun Yang was lost in thought as he watched someone admiring himself in the mirror. He loosened the belt of his pajamas for him, revealing his flawless white skin and his slender and graceful inner beauty.

The beauty of a woman lies in her shape and bones.

Unlike the previous few months when there were always some bruises on her skin, especially the scary blue palm marks on her slender waist and the fingerprints on her chest, they have finally faded away completely.

It is good for a couple to love each other, but it is really inappropriate for the general to be inconsiderate and torment his wife in the room.

Even Tang Bo denounced this reckless "atrocity" and scolded the general who was driven off the carriage.

The lady didn't get off the carriage for three days, and Tang Bo chased the general and scolded him for three days. He was very righteous.

Chun Yang was scared to death that day. Since it was not her menstrual period, she could not be touched at all. She did not dare to leave the man for a moment and served him closely.

Now that the lady is in good health, she finally has the urge to travel again, and everyone's mood has improved a lot today.

"Hey, be gentle." Wangshu hummed, and Chunyang slowly loosened the ties of the padded bellyband. "Madam, does your stomach hurt?"

In the past, I was afraid of pain and tightness when my menstrual period came. But now, in the past six months, my menstrual period has been irregular, and it may be in the first, middle or last month. Before it comes, I rely entirely on my body to "remind" me in advance, which lasts for three or two days or four or five days.

The general refused to stop during these three months, and his wife's menstrual period came quickly and violently, always in the middle of the month.

"No." Wangshu stretched out her hand to put on the curved hem of the dress, twisting it around and around. The curves of her figure became more obvious with the help of the dress. She didn't have time to appreciate it. She had an urge to break free from the restraints. A familiar desire made her mouth dry.

"You go down first."

The person's face gradually turned pink, Chun Yang's eyelashes fluttered, and he carefully suggested: "Miss, if the general did something wrong, he should be detained by his side and watched over until he can make amends. He has always been devoted to you for so many years. Now that the commander of Jing City is unknown, Miss, please be magnanimous and ask him to come over tonight?"

"Do not."

As night fell, they still hadn't decided to go out: the clothes were too tight, and Wangshu felt uncomfortable in them, but he didn't take them off. Chunyang asked him to change into something looser, but Wangshu refused.

Wangshu wouldn't even look at clothes that couldn't show off her figure.

Like a little girl, she was irritable and angry.

Chun Yang put some makeup on people before it got dark, which was actually just lip balm - the lady had long disliked those white and colorful ones.

"Uncle Tang sent someone to tell them that the master and mistress will be coming with the second young lady later."

Plan a night tour of Jingcheng for a family of four.

The second elder of the Ji family and the second daughter had been living in the government office with the general. Every time they came to the inn, they tried to mediate, which annoyed the lady so much that she had the door guarded and refused to let them in.

No, the lady frowned and said, "No, I'll go shopping by myself."

"Miss, it's a holiday."

Chun Yang advised softly, "They've been here a long time, they know where the fun is, and they've made arrangements long ago. The boats on the Jing River were rented out long ago, and Ji Shou asked for a long time this afternoon, but he said it wasn't their turn."

Why would he need a boat in such a backward place? Wangshu was afraid that the boat would fall apart and he would die in the water. He put the back of his hand on his face, which was covered with a thin layer of rice flour. Fortunately, his skin was oily enough, so the powder didn't fall off much. "No need for a boat, let's just walk to a place where there are not many people."

After saying that, he was ready to go out before it got completely dark.

Suddenly, I met the man who had been waiting downstairs.

Wangshu almost wanted to attack Chunyang, but Chunyang shrank back and quickly proved his innocence, "Husband...Miss, every day he is either guarding the door or waiting downstairs...handling military affairs..."

In the middle of the hall, half the table was filled with pens, inkstones, and letters written on straw paper.

As if nothing had happened, Qin Xiuyuan approached the young woman and said, "You want to go out? I'll drive your carriage." Fearing she would refuse, he added, "The streets are crowded tonight. I'll take you to a shortcut."

Outside the door, Han Batian, who was chatting with Tang Bo, leaned in halfway, trying to get a clearer look at the mysterious woman, whose presence was completely blocked by her tall figure, with only a corner of her skirt visible.

"General Han." Tang Bo had no choice but to step forward and face the man, deliberately blocking his view from peeking inside. "Be careful with your words and actions."

Right now, the lady is very resentful of the general. If you accidentally ignite her anger, it will only make the situation worse.

"Just take a look!" Han Batian pushed the other person away with his big hand, and approached the crack of the door, almost sticking to it. Niu Da's eyes continued to widen, "If I can't see it for a day, it will always bother me!"

Tang Bo: ...What's the problem!

Let your wife treat you to a good meal and you will feel better!

"General Han!" Tang Bo said sternly, with a tone that carried some unacceptable warning.

The two of them were talking and moving back and forth outside the door. Wangshu, who was originally considering whether to endure it any longer and go out directly, suddenly took a step to the left and looked straight out - he saw a burly, bare-chested man with loose hair staring straight inside with eyes as big as copper bells through the half-open door.

Wangshu was startled by the sudden prying eyes, but she quickly calmed down, fixed her gaze straight ahead, and looked out expressionlessly. Although she felt a little nervous, she didn't show it, instead maintaining a calm demeanor, neither humble nor arrogant, and stared at the man calmly.

Han Batian saw it enough at once.

The solid-colored three-wrapped fishtail dress, which fits tightly from head to toe, is both fitting and dignified. The curves are charming, the face is freshly pink, and the eyes are clear, just looking at her transparently...

Or rather, in order to please Han Batian's urgent heart, he "cooperated" well with the gaze and returned the gaze.

Han Batian looked the man up and down, and met the gaze that was staring at him from bottom to top. He looked at him without fear or retreat, and assessed the man's weight.

Bright eyes without any ripples.

Han Batian, who was unkempt and disheveled at the moment, suddenly felt ashamed of himself, and walked out of the door with his eyes as if he had been stabbed.