[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

Those deep star eyes were as far away as possible from her, grabbing her sight forcefully, as if trying to scare away her entire mind.

Ding Minjun was a little overwhelmed, his eyes dodged away, he lowered his head and unconsciously rubbed the carvings on the bronze mirror with his fingertips, but the seductive blush spread from the base of his ears to his delicate neck.She didn't dare to look at Yang Er in order to hide her flustered and chaotic heartbeat, but she heard him repeat in a low voice on purpose in her ear: "How is it, do you like it?"

The warm breath was on the extremely sensitive earlobe at this time, and she was trembling all over as if she had been scalded. Reflexively, she raised her hand to cover her ear, stood up abruptly and opened the distance, stumbling and talking incoherently: " you you……"

Yang Er straightened up unhurriedly, knowing that it is not appropriate to tease too much now, otherwise it would not be very beautiful if people run away, so he stopped when he saw it, and mentioned another matter: "Ten days later It's the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, and there will be a lantern festival in the city, how about we take Yue'er to relax?"

Ding Minjun has been confused by what he said one after another, the heat that was easily provoked just now is still on his face, and the chaotic heartbeat has not yet calmed down, she just wants to leave this person and calm down alone, so she doesn't care After he said something, he just nodded indiscriminately, and unconsciously grabbed the double-sided bird plum blossom wooden comb and returned to his back room as if fleeing.

After deciding to stay here temporarily, Yang Er built a new bamboo house next to her thatched hut, repaired the outer fence and raised it by a row. Now Shen Yue is in the bamboo house he lives in.

Ding Minjun sat down in his room, and after confirming that he was the only one left, he slumped down as if his bones had been taken out, and lay down on the table, pressing his slightly cool fingertips against his hot cheeks. All the revolving scenes in my mind were Yang Er's face.The indifferent, arrogant, and playful appearance when we first met, and now the careful, gentle, and... bewildered appearance... are all of him.

Ding Minjun, oh Ding Minjun...

She was suddenly a little annoyed at herself for not being able to live up to her expectations. How could someone mess up her heartstrings so easily, even though she had only known her for more than a month!

However, there seems to be a weak voice retorting in the back of my mind: But, in the past month, the two of you have been facing each other day and night, and practicing together, you have long been intimate...

Another voice retorted weakly: This, this is just practicing...

But he gave her a mirror and a comb... Would an ordinary man give these two things away casually?What's more, he even asked her to go to the Lantern Festival on the seventh day of July...

That's the seventh day of July...

For a moment, her head was about to be crushed by too chaotic thoughts, Ding Minjun buried her flushed face in her arms and did not lift it up for a long time, no matter how much she tried to make excuses, the excitement in her heart became more and more obvious But he couldn't suppress it.

When she finally sorted out her mood and walked out as if nothing had happened, she saw Yang Er with his sleeves rolled up, squatting in the yard in disgrace, tinkering with a stove made of stones, his white shirt was smeared A few pieces of black ash, a dead leaf stained on the high ponytail, the whole yard was billowing with smoke, but there was no fire.

Ding Minjun: "..."

She was silent for a moment, holding back her laughter and asked softly, "May I ask what are you doing?"

Yang Er didn't even have time to look up at her. He grabbed a handful of dead leaves and threw them into the stove. He continued to stir the wooden stick in his hand, which was used as a fire stick, and said calmly, "Can't you see it? Make a fire and decoct the medicine."

"Cough, is it?" Ding Minjun coughed lightly, curled his lips and said unceremoniously: "I thought you were burning the house."

Hearing this, Yang Er paused for a while, then struck twice, but still only saw smoke but not fire.He suddenly threw down the fire stick in his hand, stood up and brushed the black ash off his clothes, turned around and said nonchalantly, "Forget it, this firewood is too wet to start a fire."

"..."

"Pfft." After all, Ding Minjun couldn't hold back his laughter. Before he became angry, he picked up the fire stick he had just thrown down, squatted down and said, "This is not how fire is made, you have to watch it."

She used a fire stick to smash some gaps between the firewood stuffed inside, then threw some dead leaves into the fire, puffed up her cheeks and blew lightly, after a while, sparks appeared in the billowing smoke, and she threw it again A handful of dead leaves fueled the fire, which ignited the previously stuffed branches.

After successfully lighting the fire, she looked at a brand new medicine urn beside her, which she presumably bought when Yang Er went to the city.She opened the lid and looked inside, and found that the medicinal materials had been soaked in water, so she directly took it and put it on the stove.After doing all this, she stood up, slightly raised her eyebrows at Yang Erliu who was standing beside her, and teased, "Look, it's very simple."

"Tsk." Yang Er was speechless slightly, but unexpectedly quite generously agreed: "Well, you did a good job."

His attitude surprised Ding Minjun a little. If she had choked him like this in the past, he would have blocked her even more speechless in another way, but today...?

"Oh, um..."

She responded indiscriminately, looked away a little uncomfortably, and suddenly didn't know what to say next, so she squatted back in front of the stove, turned her back to Yang Er and stopped talking, but pricked up her ears, not knowing what to say next. I want to hear what he has to say.

Yang Er didn't say anything, just stared at her back silently for a long time.The straight and undisguised gaze gave her the illusion that she would almost be burned.She clenched the cattail fan tightly in her hand, her heart was hoisted high, thumping, and just when she was about to stand up uncontrollably, her eyes, which had been there for a long time, suddenly moved away without warning, and the rustling of footsteps behind her , he had already walked into the house without saying a word, leaving Ding Minjun alone in the yard, after his violent heartbeat subsided, he suddenly felt a little bit lost.

She didn't notice that at this moment, an inconspicuous sparrow flapped its wings and landed on the window lattice.After a while, Yang Er walked out quickly, as if there was something urgent, he only told her "I can't come back today due to something" and then left in a hurry. After being overwhelmed, he forced himself to stop, watching his back getting further and further away until he disappeared into the dense forest, then turned around and walked back to the stove step by step.

The medicine juice in the purple sand medicine urn has been boiled, making the sound of gurgling water, and the lid on the ground is constantly beating.She hastily covered her palms with her sleeves, carefully lifted the lid, and fanned away the turbulent heat, and she could vaguely see the medicine dregs churning up and down inside.She pursed her lips and pondered for a moment, thinking that adding more water would probably finish the frying.