May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"I've heard your name before, and everyone is afraid of you." She was also afraid before. When she went to the county town, she was afraid of encountering bandits blocking the road.

Xu Xianxiong paused, then asked in a low voice, "Then are you afraid?"

I don't know why, his question, Zhao Lanzhi feels hot all over. It always feels ashamed to answer his questions. Because it was leaning in his arms, and his steady and powerful heartbeat was in her ears, she realized how close her two bodies were.

She grew up and has never been so close to a man.

Fortunately, Xu Xianxiong didn't wait for her answer, "Anyway, you are my daughter-in-law now, and I can't help you if I'm afraid." After he finished, he held her shoulders with his hands and turned her to face him.

The man's face was instantly magnified in front of her, close at hand.

Fierce eyebrows, tall nose, and thin lips. This face is not ugly at all, but is full of the masculine taste of a man. However, for ordinary people, it is too fierce.

Just a glance at his eyes makes him feel scared, who cares what he looks like.

When leaning against him, Zhao Lanzhi was not afraid at all. Looking at it so close now, she slowly began to become nervous, and her heart was beating fast and anxiously.

"Remember what your man looks like?"

"what?"

Xu Xianxiong frowned, and his unintentional movements became even more fierce.

"You should take care of your injuries first, although you are already my wife, but will I force you now." After that, she put her down, covered her quilt and turned around.

Zhao Lanzhi was lying in the warm blanket, her mind a little confused.

What does he mean by saying that he will not force you? He obviously decided her identity without her consent. Isn't this forced?

Forget it! Forget it!

Zhao Lanzhi sighed in her heart. As long as she is not tortured, it is not better to live than to die.

When he was his wife, he was at least countless times better than Shan Liqiang.

*****

Dinner was eaten at Xu Xiangang's house, cornmeal porridge, baked whole grain cakes.

In winter, it gets dark early.

After eating, Zhao Lanzhi moved from Xu Xiangang's house to Xu Xianxiong's own house.

The eldest brother’s home is not big, and his wife’s condition is not good, he needs someone to look after him, and it’s not convenient to live there.

There are three large tiled houses, with the main house in the middle, with a table of Eight Immortals placed, crumbling, shabby and old. There is a bedroom on the east side. There is no kang, only a 1.5-meter bed.

Xu Xianxiong is tall and big, and one person will take up two-thirds.

The one to the west is for food and sundries.

He clanged poorly, not to mention that there was no food, even the sundries were very pitiful.

Zhao Lanzhi was transferred from the warm Kang to the icy bed, and immediately shivered. In fact, the bed is quite thick. The quilt that Yao Hongfang bought was from a newly married family in the village.

The dowry quilt the bride brought was thick and warm, and still new.

But Zhao Lanzhi's body was not frozen at all after this torture, she shrank into a ball on the bed when it was cold. A kerosene lamp was lit in the room, and Xu Xianxiong went out. She huddled on the bed and could vaguely hear the splashing water in the courtyard outside.

There was a thump in my heart.

Isn't he taking a bath in cold water this winter?

It didn't take long for Xu Xianxiong to come in, naked to the upper body, and his strong muscles gave a powerful shock. Because I had just taken a shower, I was carrying water vapor on my body, and it seemed to be hot. Under the dim kerosene lamp, Zhao Lanzhi looked up, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.

His eyes ran across his arm unconsciously, another surprise.

Both left and right arms are tattooed, but the light is too weak to see clearly.

Xu Xianxiong's blood spurted as she was staring at him, but she could think that her body would definitely not be able to bear it, so she had to bear all the messy thoughts behind her.