Wei Luo was a boring gourd. When he was in a good mood, he didn’t talk much. If he deliberately didn’t want to talk, others would never try to talk to him.
In those ten years, because of Wei Luo’s bad temper, Yin Hui often sulked. He slept soundly, and she opened her eyes under the quilt to guess what he was thinking.
Fortunately, she would never be such a fool again.
When Wei Luo ignored her, Yin Hui turned over, wrapped herself in a quilt and fell asleep by herself.
At some point, Yin Hui suddenly woke up.
Her body didn’t feel right.
Looking outside, it was pitch dark. Yin Hui hesitated for a moment, sat up quietly, and then climbed down from the foot of the bed.
When her eyes got used to the darkness, she found a red stain on the bed and went to the washroom.
Turning on the light there, Yin Hui checked her trousers, and sure enough, she had menstruation.
Yin Hui returned to the room with the lamp in one hand and opened a wardrobe door with the other.
Although her movements were light, she still made a sound.
“What are you doing?” A man’s indifferent voice came from the tent, and Yin Hui said helplessly, “I got my menstruation, I’ll change my pants.”
When she got into the bed again and grabbed the quilt, she found Wei Luo turned over.
Yin Hui tentatively asked, “Third Lord?”
Wei Hao hummed impatiently.
Yin Hui said, “My menstruation is here, you should take care of it these few days.”
Wei Luo was silent.
He originally planned to hang her out for a while to let her reflect on the past, but he didn’t expect to bump into her menstrual affairs. So if he didn’t come over in the next six or seven days, she probably wouldn’t realize that he was actually being cold on purpose.
In a bad mood, Wei Luo couldn’t fall asleep again, and lay down until dawn, and got up immediately.
When he came to the backyard for breakfast, he found only the wet nurse and Xiao Heng were there.
Although he came there just for Xiao Heng, Wei Luo frowned when he didn’t see his wife.
Yinzhan walked in front of him with her head down and explained softly, “I report to the third master, Madam is not feeling well, so she won’t eat this morning.”
Every time her madam had abdominal pain on the first day of menstruation, she had endured it, but that morning she probably couldn’t hold it anymore.
Wei Luo didn’t take it seriously. Seeing his son eating happily, he actually ate half a bowl of pumpkin puree. After eating, Wei Luo began to tease his son, and then went to the study room.
Yin Hui wasn’t even in the mood to tease her son, she lay on the bed, too lazy to move.
“Madam, have some brown sugar and white fungus soup, add something to your stomach,” Yinzhan came in with the soup, saw the master’s pale and weak face, and got very distressed. The third master was not good. She said that the lady was not feeling well, but the third master didn’t come in and have a look, and didn’t show mercy to her at all.
“You feed me,” Yin Hui said weakly.
Jinzhan came over, supported her on the soft pillow, sat next to her and fed her mouthful.
After eating the warm soup, Yin Hui felt better. Then, she simply rinsed her mouth and lay down again.
Wei Luo was still on vacation, Wei Ying was so clever, she would never come to disturb their long-lost reunion. Xu Qingwan and others would not come and walk around. So she could rest in bed with peace of mind.
Ji Xianxian was still in confinement. Although she felt a lot of discomfort after giving birth, some news from the maid made her very happy.
“The eldest son was usually calm and dignified, and he didn’t care about other women. The concubines around him are also arranged by Mrs. Xu. I thought he really didn’t care about beauty and ugliness. He went to the capital with Madam Xu and even brought back a singer. I guess that singer must be very beautiful, so beautiful that he won’t even give face to Madam Xu.” The servant girl laughed and said, “How could there be a man who doesn’t like beauties? Yes, it was said that Liu Xiahui was decent even when a girl sat in his arms. According to me, he didn’t mess up because the beauty sitting was not beautiful enough.” (A story about courtesy of a man toward a woman)
Ji Xianxian laughed at the beginning, but she suddenly thought of someone and asked, “The third master didn’t bring a singer back, but didn’t sleep with any singer in the capital?”
The servant girl nodded, “That’s true. I heard from the main room that eight singers were rewarded in the palace, and the third master gave them all to the eldest son.”
Ji Xianxian gritted her teeth,”This third master, is it true that he is not close to women, or does he really like his wife?”
The servant girl guessed, “It should be the former, the third master was like a piece of ice. Anyway, I can’t imagine who he would warm up to.”
Ji Xianxian thought of Wen Ruyue.
She often mentioned the childhood sweetheart to provoke Yin Hui. In fact, she knew that Wei Luo also looked cold in front of Wen Ruyue. At most, if Wen Ruyue asked him for help, Wei Luo would help, as he was more like a good cousin.
Even a childhood sweetheart couldn’t get Wei Luo’s gentleness, so what could Madam Yin do?
It was her good luck that let her marry the third master.
At noon, Wei Luo didn’t see Yin Hui either. He looked at the servant girl, but she still said that she was unwell and was asleep.
She never had a period like that before, could it be that she caught a cold the previous night?
Before lunch was served, Wei Luo went to the inner room.
The room was quiet, and Wei Luo stood beside the bed, separated by a layer of tulle curtains, and saw her lying on her side. Her black hair was disheveled, revealing half of her pale face. Her brows were also frowned, as if with discomfort she was suffering from.
After watching for a while, Wei Luo quietly backed out.
After lunch, he hugged Xiao Heng and sat under the eaves to bask in the sun. The early winter sun was warm but not hot.