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

"You bastard, you have no shame!" Song Huiling cursed and turned his head away awkwardly.

He Zhan lowered his head, his smile deepening: "Your knee is still red and swollen, don't move, I'll find some cooling and anti-inflammatory herbs to apply to you."

Song Huiling said softly, "I'm really not that delicate. I don't need to use herbs or anything like that, right?"

"No." He Zhan said firmly, "You are so delicate and tender, I don't want you to get any scars in my hands."

He heard that women in Beijing were very fond of beauty and could not tolerate any flaws on their bodies, and Song Huiling must be the same.

He Zhan stood up and looked for herbs in the forest. Song Huiling looked at his figure moving through the forest, and a strange warmth passed through his heart, with some indescribable emotions.

He Zhan came back with the herbs, tore off a long strip of cloth from his clothes, crushed the herbs and placed them in the middle of the cloth, then tied the herbs to Song Huiling's knees, then carefully rolled down her trouser legs, put on her silk stockings, and then put on her embroidered shoes.

Song Huiling was a person who was easily moved by details. It was impossible for her not to be moved by He Zhan's meticulous care.

"He Zhan, if you don't like me, why do you take care of me so much?" She couldn't help but ask the same question for the second time.

He Zhan carried her up from the rock and asked, "Does the prerequisite for taking care of someone have to be that you like her?"

"If it was any other woman, would you take such good care of her?" Song Huiling looked up at He Zhan and asked.

"Of course not." Song Huiling's tense expression just relaxed a little, and then he heard He Zhan say, "Other women are not my wives."

Song Huiling suddenly felt a sour feeling in her heart and said angrily, "Since you don't like me, why don't we just get divorced!"

"Since you are already married, why do you want to divorce?" He Zhan's eyes darkened, and he suddenly raised his hand to pinch Song Huiling's chin, "Are you still thinking about your brother Yun Sui? Song Huiling, since you are my wife in this life, then you are mine in life and mine in death!"

Song Huiling was about to explode with anger. She didn't know why there would be such a domineering person. She didn't care whether it would annoy He Zhan or not. She said angrily: "You don't like me, and I don't like you either. Don't you want me and Li to pursue true love?"

"Then I advise you to give up this idea." He Zhan's eyes became colder, "Song Huiling, don't even think about escaping from me in this life. Even if I die, I will drag you down to hell with me!"

"Then die now!" Song Huiling's anger finally broke through the bottom line of her patience, and she opened her mouth and bit He Zhan's finger.

She tried her best and refused to let go, but He Zhan just frowned slightly and let Song Huiling vent without saying a word.

Song Huiling clenched her teeth until they were sore, and it was not until she tasted blood in her mouth that she regained her senses and suddenly let go of He Zhan.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe the corner of her lips, and stood up to confront him: "Then I advise you to give up this idea. I won't give you the chance to drag me into hell. I will definitely kill you before you die!"

Song Huiling turned around and walked in the direction he came from, his back looking very determined.

He Zhan raised his hand, stared at the two neat rows of teeth marks on his index finger, and suddenly laughed out of anger.

This woman looks like a delicate flower, but I never thought she was actually a man-eating queen of flowers.

Xie Yunsui, a weak scholar, could not bear the burden. Only a rough man like him could withstand the tempering. He, He Zhan and Song Huiling were destined to be a perfect match.

He Zhan followed closely in Song Huiling's footsteps.

After the couple came back, the Zheng brothers and A'mo had already sawed off the bottom of the tree and trimmed the branches.

Seeing He Zhan, Zheng Quanshui shouted, "Brother He, the tree is ready. Go cut two thicker bamboos."

As he said that, he threw the hatchet over.

He Zhan picked up the hatchet from the ground and headed towards the bamboo forest.

Song Huiling was in a bad mood. He hung a basket full of wild vegetables on his back, forced a smile and said to Ah Mo and the Zheng brothers, "I am slow, so in order not to drag you down, I will go down the mountain first."

As sensitive as Ah Mo was, he immediately noticed that Song Huiling was in a bad mood. He stood in front of her, stretched out his hand and gestured: Sister Huiling, what's wrong with you? Did that bastard He Zhan bully you?

Song Huiling was listless and had no interest. He couldn't understand what Ah Mo was gesturing at, so he sighed slightly: "Ah Mo, you're disturbing me a little."

Amo:? ? ?

He is a mute, what's the noise?

Song Huiling tightly grasped the straps and walked slowly down the mountain step by step.

The two brothers of the Zheng family finally got married, and they also noticed that Song Huiling and He Zhan were having a conflict.

Zheng Quanchuan looked at his third brother, puzzled: "Weren't brother He and his sister-in-law fine just now? Why does his sister-in-law look so angry?"

Zheng Quanshui looked at Zheng Quanchuan with wide eyes, as if he had heard some nonsense: "How would I know if you ask me? My wife often gets angry with me for no reason. I don't even understand why my wife is angry, so how can I know why other people's wives are angry?"

A'Mo's face was gloomy. He Zhan, what a fool. Sister Hui Ling was so good to him, but he didn't cherish her and always made her angry. He will regret it when someone steals her away in the future!

When He Zhan came back from chopping the green bamboo, A'mo kicked He Zhan in the air without saying a word.

He Zhan dodged, holding two sections of green bamboo, and pierced through the air like a sharp sword, placing them on Ah Mo's left and right shoulders, clamping him tightly, making him unable to move: "You bastard, what are you crazy about?"

A'mo gestured with dissatisfaction: Why did you make Sister Huiling angry again?

He Zhan sneered, retracted the green bamboo, and raised the finger bitten by Song Huiling to Ah Mo: "Shouldn't I be the one who is angry?"

A'Mo was stunned, looking at the bleeding tooth marks, and suddenly he felt his fingers trembling. He gestured in confusion: Was this bitten by Sister Huiling?

He Zhan said expressionlessly: "Could it be that I went crazy and bit myself?"

A'mo pursed his lips and unconsciously slowed down his gestures: Nephew, thank you for your hard work.

The two brothers of the Zheng family came over and looked at He Zhan's bitten finger.

Zheng Quanshui looked horrified, pulling the corners of his mouth back hard until he couldn't pull any further, and said with sympathy: "This is much more severe than my wife's bite! Brother He, I'm afraid you will suffer even more in the future."

Zheng Quanchuan was curious: "Brother He, how did you offend your sister-in-law? How could she say such vicious things to you?"

He Zhan was also depressed. Could it be that he was not good enough to Song Huiling?

He pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "Maybe he still feels that I am not as good as that scholar."

"What scholar?" Zheng Quanshui asked.

"Nothing." He Zhan shook his head, unwilling to tell outsiders about Song Huiling's past. He sighed and said, "I mean, maybe I can do better."