The night is thick and the spring is intoxicating.

In the wooden barrel in the bedroom, Chief Qin was soaked in hot water, washed exhaustedly, and almost called out comfortably.

In the last three months of the Ming Dynasty, this is the first time he has enjoyed the treatment that the big families of this era have.

Waited by the maid to take a bath.

In the past, Mrs. Li put on his coat and combed his hair at most. People didn't take the initiative, and he couldn't ask for it.

As for the little girl, she has always been guarded by her mother, and she wears shoes at most, and he has no habit of driving child labor.

And the twins have no such worries. The Eight Great Kings don’t raise idlers, so does Chief Qin raise idlers?

After spending a full hour in the bucket, people were soaked and swollen, and Qin Yu ended this high-level bath.

The door opened, and two strong women in their thirties walked in and began to clean up the mess all over the floor.

Qin Yu moved to the study.

"Madam, can you cut my hair?"

"Ah! The son can't do anything about it. How can the parents of the recipients cut the skin?"

"But I have to comb it every day, tie it every day, and wash it every other day. It's ugly and troublesome!"

Qin Yu looked at the long hair in the mirror, which was as wet as a chicken coop, and couldn't help but complain.

"The concubine will change his hair accessories for the son today!" Mrs. Li thought about it.

"It's up to you." Qin Yu said nothing.


But when Mrs. Li finished fiddling with her hair, Qin Yu was instantly dumbfounded when she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Ma'am, this... is this me?"

"Is the son still satisfied?" Madam Li turned her head and looked in the mirror, then looked at Qin Yu, and smiled slightly. Whether Qin Yu is satisfied or not, she is satisfied herself.

"Well, I didn't expect me to be a screamer. With Madam's share, I also have the posture of a kind of romantic talent, not bad!"

Qin Yu touched his face, and learned Chu Liuxiang's movements again. He was amazed by the strands of long hair hanging on his chest.

"The son must not be presumptuous. The concubine has never seen a scholar at his age, and there are such talented and knowledgeable scholars. It must be extraordinary to be born in the son!"

After Mrs. Li finished speaking, she looked straight at him with beautiful eyes.

Qin Yu smiled: "Madam is becoming more and more able to speak, Sister Wan'er, bring the folding fan I found today."


Li Wan'er, who was making the bed in the bedroom, hurriedly searched in the cabinet, then squeezed the folding fan, opened the door curtain and ran in, and suddenly said, "Ah! Xiaoyu brother, how did you change today?"

"Well, isn't it like that?" Qin Yu grabbed the folding fan and opened it with a snap. While shaking, he walked back and forth a few steps.

"Yeah! She's pretty handsome..." Li Wan'er lowered her head shyly, but couldn't help taking a peek from the corner.

"Unfortunately this is not the world of martial arts, madam, take it apart!" Qin Yu threw the folding fan to Li Wan'er after getting over the addiction, and sat back on the stool.


"Brother Xiaoyu, why do you want to tear it apart? Isn't it pretty?"

"Yes, son, I will make you an outer robe tomorrow..."

"Never mind the outer robe, make a cloak!"

Qin Yu waved his hand, and saw that she hadn't done it yet, and said with anger: "Madam thinks I can kill those young people like this? Can I get mixed up in the rebel army?"

Li Wan'er seemed to understand but Xiao Xinru woke up in an instant: "Then what hair accessory should I change?"

"There are vicissitudes in the roughness, but in the vicissitudes of life, you must not lose the domineering style. Have you seen the look of that grandson of the Eight Great King and Sun Kewang?"

"Well, I try my best!"

"Not as much as possible, but a must!"

In the end, after the mother and daughter toss, Qin Yu changed from a suave little scholar to a black whirlwind little Li Kui.

Especially the pair of eyebrows, painted by Mrs. Li, are thick and black, still in the shape of an inverted eight-character, and the eyes are wide and full of breath.

"Wan'er, get my treasured knife and get the sheets."

"Oh!" Li Wan'er was obviously lacking in interest this time.

"Yeah! The look is not enough. Let's put it together. The ancients don't deceive me, so let's do it, madam, I will follow this model from now on!"

Qin Yu is very satisfied with the new look, with a sword in his waist and a bed sheet.

"Okay, son." Madam Li nodded without being surprised.

Li Wan'er stuck his tongue out and whispered, "It's ugly."

Qin Yu ignored them and walked back to the bedroom on his own, suddenly shocking the twins.

"You guys go and rest too!" Qin Yu waved his hand, and finally gave up the idea of ​​letting the two warm up the bed, after all, it was summer.

In fact, I'm afraid that I can't hold it. Although I have gained a lot of strength in the past three months, I still need to work hard for the long-term plan.


It was late at night, but Qin Yu couldn't fall asleep while lying on the bed, not for changing the nest, but for Mrs. Li's business.

Although he tried his best to join the rebels, he couldn't do it after all, using women as toys and clothes like they did.

Even as clothes, as a modern person, he can barely accept the clothes worn by others, but he absolutely cannot accept the clothes worn by himself and be worn by others.

Even if it is not worn, it is only nominal.

"My son, isn't it too hot?" Mrs. Li took the brown fan, touched the black, and came to the bed lightly.

"Why are you still up?" Qin Yu was taken aback.

"The concubine saw that the son had a strange look when he came back today, and he can't sleep at night, son, is the county government punished by the eight kings today?"

Xiao Xinru sat on the bedside slowly fanning the wind, her voice was soft and soft, but when he saw that he didn't answer, she said again, "But the eighth king asked about his concubine again?"

"You can guess that?"

Seeing her guess, Mrs. Li showed a bit of bitterness at the corner of her mouth, and said, "Although the eighth kings value his son, Sun Kewang is his son after all. Not only did he break a finger today, but also lost two concubines. The eighth king must Sooth him...

This happened because of the concubine's body. If the concubine's body was directly sent to the grandson, it would seem unfair to some extent, so most of it is to ask the son to hand the concubine to him!"

"Hey! Since you have guessed it, I will not hide it from you, yes..." Qin Yu is not hiding it from her now.

Guessing is one thing, sure is another thing, even though she was prepared, Madam Li's face was instantly pale as paper.

"Madam, don't have to be too pessimistic, you will be fine within ten and a half months!"

"What about after half a month?" Madam Li asked tremblingly.

"The car must have a way to the mountain, let's talk about it then."

"Does the son have a countermeasure?" Madam Li's beautiful eyes lit up. After the day's events, she was very confident in Qin Yu, and she became dependent on her unconsciously.

"You really think I am a god descending to the world! The Eight Great Kings are no better than Sun. If they say it, how can they change so easily?" Qin Yu rolled his eyes.

In the dark room, there was silence for a while, and only the gasps of two people remained. After a long time, Li Fu said: "My son, can my concubine commit suicide?"

"It should be possible!" Qin Yu replied with uncertainty after thinking about it.

"Can the son return the arsenic to his concubine?"

"What are you in a hurry? Isn't there a deadline for this?"

"My son, it's better not to be too late. If my concubine is committing suicide when the eight kings ask about it, it is inevitable that I will not blame the son."

Madam Li took a deep breath and explained.

The room fell silent again.