After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife married the living devil

Lin Yanyu closed her eyes and lay on the soft mattress, lazily stroking her bulging belly, and lamented: "I feel so full. I should have known not to eat so many dumplings."

It’s all because the dumplings made in the kitchen are so delicious. They are round and plump, with thin skin and big fillings. The delicious gravy explodes in your mouth when you bite into it.

Before she realized anything, she was already full.

Li Yanqi sighed, leaned over from behind her, put his slender hands on her bloated abdomen, and gently massaged her to help her digest the food.

"Ermu is the reincarnation of a starving ghost, and you are the reincarnation of a kitten. He ate five and a half bowls and still felt it was not enough."

Lin Yanyu was a little embarrassed by what she said. Feeling the gentle and comfortable force on her abdomen, she couldn't help but hum a few times. Afraid that Li Yanqi would laugh at her, she asked in a concealed manner: "Ermu and Xigui, they seem... different from ordinary people. How did you get to know them?"

The big palm that was rubbing the abdomen paused, and the people behind him fell silent.

The wick exploded with a snap, a sound that was doubly obvious in the quiet night.

Lin Yanyu felt the atmosphere become stagnant. She raised her curled eyelashes and glanced behind her.

There was confusion in her dark eyes, and she forced a smile and said, "What's wrong? Is there something you can't say? If it's inconvenient to say it, forget it. I'm just asking casually."

Li Yanqi lay down, held her in his arms, and patted her back soothingly, "There's nothing you can't say."

He sighed and said, "Do you know why Xigui is so thin?"

Lin Yanyu raised her dark and beautiful eyes and blinked: "I don't know."

She recalled: "It seems that the thin ghost has always been like this. When I first saw him, I was still very scared. I had never seen anyone as thin as him."

Li Yanqi patted her on the back and said slowly, "That's because you haven't seen him when he first came to Yunlong Town... I don't know if you have heard of boy blood."

Lin Yanyu's face turned pale, as if she had thought of something and had a bad feeling: "It is said that boy's blood can strengthen yang and sperm, and prolong life... Are we going to drink boy's blood directly?"

Li Yanqi sneered, stroked her back with his big hand, and said, "If it's just like this, it would be great."

"But the real boy's blood is to select a boy with a very yang fate, and feed him with soup medicine every day. He is not allowed to eat any food other than the soup medicine. After 49 days, you can drink the boy's blood or eat the boy."

"!"

Lin Yanyu's bright eyes were covered with a layer of mist, "So, little ghost?"

"The ghost endured the pain of taking medicine and bleeding for three years. Before he was to be eaten, he took advantage of the time when the cook who dismembered him went to the toilet to escape, and ended up in Yunlong Town."

"His spleen and stomach had been completely destroyed by those unknown medicines. When I picked him up, I was curious about how a skeleton could be alive. At that time, the little ghost told me that he used to be fat. I found it hard to imagine."

The tears in Lin Yanyu's eyes fell like pearls on Li Yanqi's wheat-colored chest.

She choked up and said, "It's too cruel! If the little ghost hadn't escaped, would it have been eaten by someone? Who would be so cruel?"

Li Yanqi wiped away the tears that overflowed from her eyes with her thumb and said, "Xigui didn't reveal it. He didn't want to say it, and I didn't force him. His health is much better now after these years of recuperation."

He hugged the girl in his arms tighter, patting her gently with his big hands in a soothing manner, "Okay, stop crying, you are the one who needs to listen, and you are the one crying like a buffalo, so don't listen to Ermu's affairs, or you will flood your home."

Lin Yanyu raised her head unconvinced, her eyelashes wet, and said in a muffled voice: "You are the water buffalo, I want to listen!"

Li Yanqi rubbed her head helplessly when he saw that she was a wimp and had a strong addiction to food.

"You, Ermu's story is much simpler. When Ermu was a child, his brain was damaged. Because he was young at the time, his family couldn't see it. But when he grew older, his family found out and took him to a mass grave and abandoned him. If you want to survive in a place like a mass grave..."

Li Yanqi paused, then continued, "His IQ remains at the level of a three-year-old, and a three-year-old's world is all about food, and because..."

"So, if you give him a handful of soil, he can eat it. Therefore, normal food is like a delicacy to him."

Seeing her eyes were red and about to shed tears, Li Yanqi immediately shouted, "That's right!"

Lin Yanyu was immersed in sadness when she was suddenly startled. Tears were still welling up in her eyes. She asked stupidly, "What?"

"Did Dong Beicheng's wife offend you at Yingkeju today?"

Li Yanqi lowered his thick black eyebrows, staring at the top of the bed curtain with unfriendly eyes, and his slender fingers gently patted the girl in his arms.

Lin Yanyu really forgot about the sad things. She said with wet eyelashes: "Yes, I met her when I was buying rice wine. We had a little quarrel."

Li Yanqi: "It seems that I have given them too much face recently."

"What do you want to do?"

Lin Yanyu suddenly turned over to look at his face, and said a little uneasily: "You don't have to do anything to Madam Dong Er. She didn't get a good word from me today, but I made her leave crying. Alas, she is also a very pitiful woman after all, but..."

She was a little confused: "Do you know Mrs. Dong Er?"

*

Mrs. Dong’s real name was Wang Ruixia. She was the second daughter of a wealthy businessman in Hua County, Qingzhou, and her family was quite wealthy.

In order to get close to Dong Xicheng, the then magistrate of Hua County, her father married her to Dong Beicheng, a frivolous man.

Dong Beicheng was attracted to her for two days at first, but then he simply gave up on her and spent his time fooling around with wives of decent families, concubines of wealthy families, and prostitutes.

He only stayed at home two or three times a month, but now Wang Ruixia would rather Dong Beicheng stayed outside all the time, and it would be best if he didn't come back for a day...

"Wang Ruixia! Wang Ruixia!"

Wang Ruixia, who was sitting in the main hall, was suddenly startled. Her body trembled like a dead leaf in the autumn wind, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably, making a "clack" sound.

Dong Beicheng was staggering towards the hall, holding a beautiful prostitute in his arms.

He stood still in the hall, swaying, pointing at Wang Ruixia and said, "Hey, my dear little Fengqin, do you see that? This, this is my wooden woman, Wang Ruixia! Haha, I'm not lying to you, she's really like a dead pig in bed!"

"You are still knowledgeable and sensible." Dong Beicheng lifted Xiao Fengqin's chin, kissed her bright red lips, and laughed: "I brought you back to teach her how to serve me. Come..."

Dong Beicheng reached out to pull Xiao Fengqin's outer skirt. Wang Ruixia stood up with chattering teeth and wanted to leave the main hall.

"Did the master let you go?"

Dong Beicheng grabbed her hair and said, "Look at me!"

Tears rolled down Wang Ruixia's cheeks as she remembered her mother telling her, "All men are the same."

But she wanted to tell her mother: No! It's not true at all!

The top singer that Dong Beicheng had been drooling over was brought to Li Yanqi's lips, but he didn't even look at her.

She also asked her to see him choosing jewelry for his wife behind the beaded curtain, so tall, handsome, gentle and focused.

It was obviously her who first picked out the red-gold lotus hairpin...

Why?

Why is Li Yanqi's wife so lucky?