Chapter 4633
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Zhuang Qingyun wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. In his mind, he just recalled what Mo Siyu said to himself: in a few days, his wife's hair will fall off!
Zhuang Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu's black hair in a bun. He couldn't imagine what Qin Wuyan would collapse after the black silk fell.
Zhuang Qingyun could only pretend not to notice and said, "the branches here are luxuriant. My clothes were caught by the branches and cut."
Qin Wuyan closed his thin lips and said nothing. He lifted up his robe embroidered with dark auspicious cloud patterns with gold and silver thread and wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu tightly.
The man's eyes did not dare to move elsewhere. For a moment, he cautiously coagulated the people in his arms, wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu's messy hair with a veil, took Zhuang Xiaoyu and left quickly, and hurried into the carriage
After returning to the priest's house, Qin Wuyan, as before, soaked Zhuang Xiaoyu in a medicine basin full of medicine juice, disassembled her bun, stained the medicine juice with a mahogany comb and combed her hair.
I only saw the dark hair tangled on the wooden teeth of the peach comb. The more I combed down, the more hair on the wooden teeth. It was a shocking black mass.
Qin Wuyan didn't dare to comb any more. He threw the mahogany comb aside, gently wiped Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair with dry cotton cloth, loosely tied it in a bun, and was going to scrub her clean and pick her up from the bath bucket as usual.
Turning back, he saw two lines of blood and tears flowing under Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes.
The candle light was faint, and the line of sight was dim through the screen and the rising water mist.
Qin Wuyan hurriedly wiped the blood and tears off her face with cotton cloth. The pale face was inlaid with dark blue eye sockets. Without makeup, Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips were not as moist as the water in the daytime. They were gray and white, just like a piece of dead meat cooked in boiling water.
There is no vitality and vitality.
Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu for a while, went back to the bedroom, took out the medicine bottle Mo Siyu gave her, wiped her small face with medicine juice, and dropped two drops in her eyes to stop the blood. Only then did he pick Zhuang Xiaoyu up from the medicine bucket, dry himself and put him on the bed.
Qin Wuyan was lying on the side of Zhuang Xiaoyu, feeling frustrated and unprecedentedly tired.
The kind of long waiting, again and again from disappointment to despair, helplessness and pain, tore his heart apart like claws.
He didn't know how long he hadn't closed his eyes. He looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu, held her cool fingers tightly in the quilt, and closed his eyes
The night wind was cold, blowing open the unclosed window, and a woman with dishevelled hair floated in. She hung in front of the bed and called Qin Wuyan's name faintly: "ah Yan, ah Yan."
The woman's voice was ethereal, as if it were close to her ear, as if it were far away, as if her voice was in the whole room, and as if it was only whispering in her ear.
Qin Wuyan was awakened and opened her eyes slowly. She saw the figure in a white robe. Her back was facing the cold moonlight shining in from the window. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall and was scattered by the cold night wind
Although he could not see the real face of the woman and could only vaguely recognize the outline of the woman in the dark, Qin Wuyan recognized Zhuang Xiaoyu at a glance.
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Zhuang Qingyun wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. In his mind, he just recalled what Mo Siyu said to himself: in a few days, his wife's hair will fall off!
Zhuang Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu's black hair in a bun. He couldn't imagine what Qin Wuyan would collapse after the black silk fell.
Zhuang Qingyun could only pretend not to notice and said, "the branches here are luxuriant. My clothes were caught by the branches and cut."
Qin Wuyan closed his thin lips and said nothing. He lifted up his robe embroidered with dark auspicious cloud patterns with gold and silver thread and wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu tightly.
The man's eyes did not dare to move elsewhere. For a moment, he cautiously coagulated the people in his arms, wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu's messy hair with a veil, took Zhuang Xiaoyu and left quickly, and hurried into the carriage
After returning to the priest's house, Qin Wuyan, as before, soaked Zhuang Xiaoyu in a medicine basin full of medicine juice, disassembled her bun, stained the medicine juice with a mahogany comb and combed her hair.
I only saw the dark hair tangled on the wooden teeth of the peach comb. The more I combed down, the more hair on the wooden teeth. It was a shocking black mass.
Qin Wuyan didn't dare to comb any more. He threw the mahogany comb aside, gently wiped Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair with dry cotton cloth, loosely tied it in a bun, and was going to scrub her clean and pick her up from the bath bucket as usual.
Turning back, he saw two lines of blood and tears flowing under Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes.
The candle light was faint, and the line of sight was dim through the screen and the rising water mist.
Qin Wuyan hurriedly wiped the blood and tears off her face with cotton cloth. The pale face was inlaid with dark blue eye sockets. Without makeup, Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips were not as moist as the water in the daytime. They were gray and white, just like a piece of dead meat cooked in boiling water.
There is no vitality and vitality.
Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu for a while, went back to the bedroom, took out the medicine bottle Mo Siyu gave her, wiped her small face with medicine juice, and dropped two drops in her eyes to stop the blood. Only then did he pick Zhuang Xiaoyu up from the medicine bucket, dry himself and put him on the bed.
Qin Wuyan was lying on the side of Zhuang Xiaoyu, feeling frustrated and unprecedentedly tired.
The kind of long waiting, again and again from disappointment to despair, helplessness and pain, tore his heart apart like claws.
He didn't know how long he hadn't closed his eyes. He looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu, held her cool fingers tightly in the quilt, and closed his eyes
The night wind was cold, blowing open the unclosed window, and a woman with dishevelled hair floated in. She hung in front of the bed and called Qin Wuyan's name faintly: "ah Yan, ah Yan."
The woman's voice was ethereal, as if it were close to her ear, as if it were far away, as if her voice was in the whole room, and as if it was only whispering in her ear.
Qin Wuyan was awakened and opened her eyes slowly. She saw the figure in a white robe. Her back was facing the cold moonlight shining in from the window. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall and was scattered by the cold night wind
Although he could not see the real face of the woman and could only vaguely recognize the outline of the woman in the dark, Qin Wuyan recognized Zhuang Xiaoyu at a glance.
Zhuang Qingyun wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word. In his mind, he just recalled what Mo Siyu said to himself: in a few days, his wife's hair will fall off!Zhuang Qingyun looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu's black hair in a bun. He couldn't imagine what Qin Wuyan would collapse after the black silk fell.Zhuang Qingyun could only pretend not to notice and said, "the branches here are luxuriant. My clothes were caught by the branches and cut."Qin Wuyan closed his thin lips and said nothing. He lifted up his robe embroidered with dark auspicious cloud patterns with gold and silver thread and wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu tightly.The man's eyes did not dare to move elsewhere. For a moment, he cautiously coagulated the people in his arms, wrapped Zhuang Xiaoyu's messy hair with a veil, took Zhuang Xiaoyu and left quickly, and hurried into the carriageAfter returning to the priest's house, Qin Wuyan, as before, soaked Zhuang Xiaoyu in a medicine basin full of medicine juice, disassembled her bun, stained the medicine juice with a mahogany comb and combed her hair.I only saw the dark hair tangled on the wooden teeth of the peach comb. The more I combed down, the more hair on the wooden teeth. It was a shocking black mass.Qin Wuyan didn't dare to comb any more. He threw the mahogany comb aside, gently wiped Zhuang Xiaoyu's hair with dry cotton cloth, loosely tied it in a bun, and was going to scrub her clean and pick her up from the bath bucket as usual.Turning back, he saw two lines of blood and tears flowing under Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes.The candle light was faint, and the line of sight was dim through the screen and the rising water mist.Qin Wuyan hurriedly wiped the blood and tears off her face with cotton cloth. The pale face was inlaid with dark blue eye sockets. Without makeup, Zhuang Xiaoyu's lips were not as moist as the water in the daytime. They were gray and white, just like a piece of dead meat cooked in boiling water.There is no vitality and vitality.Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu for a while, went back to the bedroom, took out the medicine bottle Mo Siyu gave her, wiped her small face with medicine juice, and dropped two drops in her eyes to stop the blood. Only then did he pick Zhuang Xiaoyu up from the medicine bucket, dry himself and put him on the bed.Qin Wuyan was lying on the side of Zhuang Xiaoyu, feeling frustrated and unprecedentedly tired.The kind of long waiting, again and again from disappointment to despair, helplessness and pain, tore his heart apart like claws.He didn't know how long he hadn't closed his eyes. He looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu, held her cool fingers tightly in the quilt, and closed his eyesThe night wind was cold, blowing open the unclosed window, and a woman with dishevelled hair floated in. She hung in front of the bed and called Qin Wuyan's name faintly: "ah Yan, ah Yan."The woman's voice was ethereal, as if it were close to her ear, as if it were far away, as if her voice was in the whole room, and as if it was only whispering in her ear.Qin Wuyan was awakened and opened her eyes slowly. She saw the figure in a white robe. Her back was facing the cold moonlight shining in from the window. Her long black hair fell like a waterfall and was scattered by the cold night windAlthough he could not see the real face of the woman and could only vaguely recognize the outline of the woman in the dark, Qin Wuyan recognized Zhuang Xiaoyu at a glance.
