The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

Yan Qing's eyebrows were curved, and the smile in his eyes was extremely gentle. Zhou Mo was fascinated by the smile, and raised his lips unconsciously.

He put the medicine jar away, turned his head to look at half of the wild boar leg left on the table, frowned and said, "What does Xu Lishi do at home? Why is it..."

Half of the raw meat was still stained with blood.

Xu Lishi's thoughts for Yan Qing are simply Sima Zhao's heart, everyone knows it, and he thinks he is using his hand to deliver things to Yan Qing.

This is the way to chase people...

Straight, pretty straight, too straight.

Zhou Mo didn't feel at all how embarrassed he was to eat Yanqing's soft rice. Anyway, this thing was in his hands, and he said it was for him, so he naturally dared to accept it generously.

"Huh?" Yan Qing looked up and said clearly, "Sister Xu often goes hunting in the mountains on weekdays, and most of them are caught on the mountains."

Zhou Mo asked, "There are a lot of live poultry on the mountain?"

Yan Qing hesitated for a while, as if reminiscing, before saying for a moment, "I haven't been with her before, but it's common for Sister Xu to return with a full load, it should be quite a lot."

Zhou Mo pondered for a while, and felt that if he had the chance, he would have to go up the mountain to have a look.

With this thought, Zhou Mo was not so interested in looking at the meat on the table.

Zhou Mo walked to the stove and roughly divided the meat into several pieces. He only found a porcelain pot in the house, and divided some meat to be marinated for storage.

But there's a lot of pork left on the table...

Zhou Mo had a headache, "Qing'er, why don't you improve the food tonight?"

Yan Qing choked, "...wouldn't that be a little too good?"

"But if you can't finish eating these few days, it will go bad? Why don't you go and send some to the neighbor?"

Yan Qing also felt that this was better, as the two of them couldn't eat much at all, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

After the two of them first gave some to Song Yue's family, Yan Qing thought about giving some to Tang Ci as well, but it was too dark and Zhou Mo didn't let him go alone.

Tang Ci lived very close to Yanqing, and the two arrived within a few steps.

The door to the yard was open, and the light came through from the room. A figure was sitting in front of the window, holding what seemed to be a needle and thread in his hand.

Zhou Mo stopped at the door, "Go in."

Yan Qing tilted his head to look at him, with some doubts in his eyes, "Aren't you going in?"

Just as Zhou Mo wanted to say it was inconvenient, he heard a male voice from inside, "Is it Yanqing?"

Zhou Mo stopped talking immediately, even though he had been here for a few days, it seemed that he hadn't quickly adapted to the life where men and women were reversed. He didn't expect Tang Ci to be the one who embroidered...

Hey, that’s fine with Yan Qing, Tang Ci, who beats away others with a soft whip in one hand, can actually embroider?

Yan Qing replied, "It's me, Brother Tang, we're here to bring you something."

The person in front of the window put down the embroidery, quickly came over and opened the door, and smiled at the two of them, "Come in, I just happen to have something for you too."

Tang Ci beckoned the two of them to go in, then turned around to get things.

Zhou Mo thought of the scene he had just watched, and his eyes fell on the table uncontrollably, and he saw that it was embroidered with a chicken or a goose, crooked, and even stained with blood.

Zhou Mo: "..."

Zhou Mo felt that this scene was a bit sad for no reason.

Tang Ci quickly ran into the back room, brought a bag of glutinous rice to Yan Qing, and said with a smile, "Take me to pick some chrysanthemums and come back to brew the bar in a few days. You teach me, and I have everything ready."

Yan Qing couldn't give in, so he had to accept it. He nodded and said, "Okay, but Brother Tang, why did you suddenly start learning this?"

"It wasn't sudden, I always felt that I don't know anything," Tang Ci touched his head and said with a smile, "I'm afraid my wife will hate it. She said she wanted the sachet I embroidered, but I haven't even got a sachet until now." Even mandarin ducks can't embroider."

"...Mandarin duck?" Zhou Mo looked at the embroidery on the table again without a word, "You said, the one you embroidered is a mandarin duck?"

Tang Ci was a little embarrassed by what he said, so he stopped Zhou Mo and glared at him, "Don't laugh at me, I've practiced for a long time, and the highest level is just like this!"

Yan Qing tilted his head, shrugged his shoulders a few times, and then turned around again. When he finished laughing and wanted to say something nice for Tang Ci, he suddenly noticed the dense red dots on Tang Ci's hands.

He took a deep breath, took Tang Ci's hand and said, "Brother Tang, your hand..."

"Is there any medicine? I'll give you some medicine. How did you tie yourself up like this?"

Zhou Mo followed suit and subconsciously frowned.

Tang Ci withdrew his hands behind his back, not paying much attention, "It's just a small injury, it's okay, don't make a fuss."

"Hey, Yan Qing, please teach me, why is my mandarin duck embroidered so strangely?"

Tang Ci was unwilling to apply the medicine, and Yan Qing couldn't force it, so he had to sit in front of the window and carefully teach Tang Ci the needle movement and key points of needlework bit by bit, and specially reminded him where to be careful not to poke himself.

Zhou Mo leaned against the door, looking at the two who were teaching and learning, with complicated thoughts.

During his lifetime, he actually watched two men embroidering things with embroidery needles, and unexpectedly, they were not motherly at all.

Tang Ci's facial features are correct, slightly delicate, and Yan Qing's eyebrows and eyes are gentle, as warm as jade.

Zhou Mo subconsciously glanced down at the hem of his sewn clothes, and inappropriately appeared in his mind the appearance of Yan Qing sitting on the bedside with his clothes, mending them stitch by stitch. Just lying on the couch.

Zhou Mo felt that Yan Qing might be subconsciously awake when he was mending.

After a while, there was the sound of a door being pushed in the yard, and a woman staggered in. Before reaching Zhou Mo, Zhou Mo smelled the unpleasant smell of alcohol, which was clearly audible ten steps away. , obviously drunk.

Tang Ci heard the movement, looked up and saw that it was his wife, and quickly ran to the yard to support her, "Wife?"

"It's okay, I drank some wine." The woman's entire weight was on Tang Ci's body, and she even swayed a few steps with Tang Ci.

Tang Ci smiled apologetically at the two of them when he was passing by with someone, "I won't stay any longer today, we'll make an appointment another day."

Before Tang Ci finished speaking, he was interrupted by a drunk woman. Regardless of the presence of others, she kissed him, and even put her hand into Tang Ci's shirt, "Ci'er."

Tang Ci blushed from head to toe with a "shua".

Zhou Mo also went black from head to toe with a "shua".

what did he see !

Zhou Mo just forgot to move because of the petrification scene he saw, and Yan Qing exited the room in embarrassment, only to realize that the people around him were gone.

As soon as Yan Qing turned around, he saw Zhou Mo still standing stupidly at the door, and he held back his shame and stepped forward to drag him, "Don't look, let's go!"

Only then did Zhou Mo regain his senses, and before leaving, he glanced again from the corner of his eye.

The man in front of him had been thrown on the bed by the woman and couldn't struggle, as if he was born with insufficient strength. Zhou Mo could see that he was a little bit resistant, but before he could say anything, he was pulled away by Yan Qing and closed the door with him.

Zhou Mo followed behind Yan Qing in silence, and it took him a while to hold back his words, "Do they usually get along like this?"

Yan Qing: "..." I can't answer these words, it's also the first time I've met him.

Zhou Mo's face was still a little serious, "Tang Ci...he doesn't seem very willing."

When Yan Qing was mentioned by Zhou Mo, he also remembered the scene he saw earlier, and gave Zhou Mo a hot look, "That's because we are here!"

No one wants to be seen as a erotic woman.

I don't know if Zhou Mo listened to Yan Qing's words, he was in a daze.

The blow tonight might be even bigger than the almost strong blow he almost got through the first day.

... He never thought about it, so it turns out that women are also in the lead in this matter.

Hiss, the disgusting feeling of Zou Yu's hands on him surged up sporadically again, and Zhou Mo felt uncomfortable all over.

"A-actually," Yan Qing also saw this scene for the first time, and his tongue was about to go straight, but when he saw Zhou Mo was even more shocked than himself, he had to patiently explain to him, "Actually, Brother Tang The wife-lord is still following Big Brother Tang, except that she doesn't like to see him wiggle the whip, and expects him to be more gentle and virtuous, which is considered loving..."

Zhou Mo came back to his senses and heard this sentence, and blurted out, "Is this going to go? Those two pairs of bloody fingers are the gentle and virtuous she wants?"

The banquet was silent.

"Do you think this is affection?" Zhou Mo asked again.

Yan Qing was dumbfounded by Zhou Mo's repeated questions, but she couldn't say what she was about to say, and just stared blankly at Zhou Mo.

Zhou Mo noticed Yan Qing's gaze, turned his head to look at him, and explained word by word, "If it's someone I like, I'm not willing to let him do something he doesn't like at all."