After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Song Huiling originally wanted to mock He Zhan for being too lazy to play, so she had to ask her to go back to the east room. After she got on the bed, he didn't dare to move.

The words change in meaning as soon as they are spoken.

He Zhan's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes revealed an urge to strangle her to death. Song Huiling quickly covered her head and turned over.

Song Huiling secretly pulled the quilt down, revealing a pair of eyes, and the scene in front of him instantly went from light to darkness.

He Zhan turned off the lights, got into bed, and lay down on the outside of the bed.

Feeling that He Zhan had gotten on the bed, Song Huiling pushed the quilt further under her body to ensure that He Zhan couldn't even touch the corner of the quilt.

But after lying there for a while, the person next to him showed no intention of reaching out to pull the quilt, and Song Huiling's thoughts of secretly competing with him gradually faded.

The room was silent, and in the darkness, only two breathing sounds could be heard.

One was steady and low, the other was soft and delicate, the two completely different breaths intertwined together, inexplicably creating an awkward atmosphere.

He Zhan was calm, but Song Huiling's toes were curled up and almost clenched. She couldn't help but ask, "Where have you been these days? Mother went to the county town and said she didn't see you."

"Go make money." As the surroundings were extremely quiet, He Zhan deliberately lowered his voice a few notches, and his already low voice had a hint of allure.

The sounds penetrated into Song Huiling's eardrums, and he actually felt an itch crawling up his ears. He relaxed his guard for a moment and said, "What a coincidence, I'm going too..."

Alarm bells suddenly rang in his mind and Song Huiling quickly shut up.

He Zhan immediately followed up with: "What did you do?"

"Of course I went to make money." The bed moved slightly. Song Huiling felt that He Zhan was going to get up and question her the next moment. Her mind raced and she immediately explained, "I successfully reduced my mother's debt from two hundred taels to ten taels, and successfully recovered a loss of one hundred and ninety taels for the He family. Doesn't that count as making money?"

The wooden bed became stable, and Song Huiling heard He Zhan's apology, which was rare: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that my mother owed foreign debts. I should have handled this matter properly, and I'm sorry for causing trouble for you."

He Zhan was filled with regret. He had only been away for a few days, and yet so many things had happened at home. He should have asked a trustworthy brother to look after the family. It was his negligence.

Song Huiling has always been soft-hearted and did not bear hardship, so she did not have the energy to argue with him for a moment: "Forget it, it's all in the past. Nothing serious happened between my mother and me. Besides, I have dug a big hole for you, and you will have to spend more time to fool Sun Huxing."

He Zhan asked, "What if I can't fool him? Sun Huxing is not as easy to fool as his mother. If he falsely conveys the emperor's will, he will be confiscated."

Song Huiling laughed a few times and said, "I just think my husband is very capable. No matter what trouble I make, he can always hold up the sky for me, right?"

She was embarrassed to say that she actually believed in He Zhan's ability as a villain. As a villain who could only be suppressed by the emperor who had to mobilize the entire country's military, she didn't believe that he couldn't even deal with a small shrimp.

She originally thought that He Zhan would take care of everything that happened in the future, so she dared to scare Sun Zhang like that.

He Zhan didn't know how much sincerity there was in Song Huiling's words, but he felt very useful. He spoke with a tone of subtle tenderness: "It's too late, it's time to go to bed."

But he didn't expect that this gentle tone turned into impatience in Song Huiling's ears.

Song Huiling thought that she had disturbed the villain's sleep, so she boldly added, "I think the remaining seven taels of silver owed to Sun Zhang should be sent to her. Thirteen taels of silver will be enough for our family to use for a long time even if we don't buy medicine."

"I understand. I will return the seven taels of silver. You and mother don't have to show up." He Zhan thought that this was the truth. One thing is one thing, and the money owed to the Sun family still needs to be repaid.

Song Huiling nodded, agreed to He Zhan, and said nothing more.

After chatting for a while, her embarrassment was finally relieved a little.

Seeing that He Zhan seemed to be here to sleep seriously, Song Huiling stopped being pretentious and treated him as a sister sleeping in the same bed. She was even generous enough to give him some of her quilt.

He Zhan heard the person next to him seemed to be twisting and talking about something. Just as he was about to ask, half a quilt was draped around his waist.

Listening carefully again, he heard Song Huiling muttering quietly: "If you marry me, you will be considered to have met a beautiful and kind fairy."

In the darkness of the night, He Zhan no longer concealed his emotions, with the corners of his lips rising freely.

This time his life was hanging by a thread. In addition to worrying about his mother, what emerged in his mind was Song Huiling's thin and pale face.

Now lying beside her, I feel inexplicably at peace.

He lied to his mother, and the fifty taels of silver were indeed bought with his life.

He went to Crouching Tiger Village alone and spent a whole day figuring out the route up the mountain. He also killed a lone bandit at the foot of the mountain, changed into the bandit's clothes and disguised himself as he went up the mountain.

If he wanted to wipe out the bandit's nest by himself, he must first get rid of the bandit leader, leaving the bandits leaderless, and then defeat them one by one.

But this move is extremely dangerous and can be fatal if you are not careful.

He successfully found the bandit leader's house and killed him without any effort. However, he did not expect that the bandit leader's death would trigger the mechanism in the house. Countless hidden weapons flew from all directions. Although he dodged in time, he was still hit in the heart by a hidden weapon. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and was not fatal.

Crouching Tiger Village has always advocated the use of force, and the capable are on top. He Zhan cut off the head of the bandit leader and threw it in front of the people in the village. Everyone below was shocked and exchanged fearful glances with each other, and then they all knelt down and supported him as the leader of the village.

But he was not interested in this. He was determined to make great achievements in the future. He only told them to find some legitimate jobs and never rob people of their money or kill them, otherwise he would show no mercy if they were caught again.

He Zhan came back to his senses and heard Song Huiling's gentle breathing gradually becoming even and slow, as if she had fallen asleep.

He couldn't help but poke her lightly with his finger, but there was no response.

He Zhan was a little amused and confused. How could she fall asleep like a pig and be completely unguarded against him?

The two were far apart, one on the innermost side and the other on the outermost side. The quilt left a gap between the two of them where the air could flow. He Zhan clearly noticed that Song Huiling's body seemed to shiver because of the cold wind.

He moved to the inside, preparing to cover Song Huiling with the quilt again, but just as he tucked in a corner, the person next to him suddenly turned over and hugged him...

In a daze, Song Huiling felt like she had touched a heater, and her originally cold body was warmed up.

But this heater seemed to have suddenly grown hands and tried to push her away. She was reluctant to leave, so she used her hands and feet to tightly wrap around this disobedient heater. The heater finally gave up resistance and stopped moving after struggling for a few times.

Song Huiling felt so comfortable that a soft hum escaped from the corner of her mouth, and she even rubbed her head against it: "I like you so much." It felt warm and comfortable.

"Song, Hui, Ling!" The bulging blue veins on He Zhan's temples were throbbing faintly, and he lowered his voice and shouted, but the person in his arms seemed to be really asleep, turning a deaf ear to him and not moving at all.

Feeling the cold little hand restlessly on his abdomen, He Zhan sighed softly, resigned himself to his fate and stretched out his arm, gently passed it under Song Huiling's neck, and carefully rested her head on it.

Then he opened the collar of his undershirt, placed her cold hands on his open chest, and hugged her tighter.

He really deserved it! After working so hard, he still had to warm the bed when he got home.