High-class Spring Joy

Qinghe never imagined that one day she would be taught how to get married by such a young child.

Is he still a little boy?

Qinghe was dumbfounded. Hearing this argument from the child was no less than hearing a three-year-old child say that he wanted to find a husband.

She paused for a moment, then reached out and touched her forehead with the back of her hand, then touched Fei Sheng's forehead next to her. "Almost there. I don't have a fever, I'm not sick. Am I just frozen silly?"

Fei Sheng, observing her behavior and words, showed a hint of helplessness for the first time: "I know you think I'm too young to say such things, but I want to say that these principles aren't complicated, and I don't need to be very old to understand them. I don't have many brothers, but I do have several sisters, cousins, and so on. They're all much older than me. When they were choosing husbands, I often went along to watch. I've seen so much of it that I don't need to specifically learn these principles. The important thing now is, is your fiancé reliable? If he really is, why would he let you get pregnant out of wedlock? This is bad for a woman's reputation... Even if the people of Northern Xinjiang are open-minded, it's still not a good thing for a woman. For example, I've heard that your country values ​​a woman's reputation even more and has stricter standards for women. If that person treats you badly, why don't you dump him and choose someone better?"

What Fei Sheng said makes a lot of sense, and it is very clear. It doesn't sound like something a child of a few years old would say.

Qinghe thought for a moment, and the first thing she blurted out was, "How old are you?"

Fei Sheng looked at her as if she were a fool: "This isn't important, it won't affect anything. Now tell me, is your fiancé reliable or not? If he is, why would he let you endure such a huge public opinion all by yourself?"

Fei Sheng's speech became more and more mature. If Qing He initially thought Fei Sheng was a child pretending to be an adult, now it was as if a seventeen or eighteen-year-old was standing in front of her and talking to her.

Qinghe opened her mouth, but since she didn't know much about fiancés, she couldn't say whether he was reliable or not. She asked in surprise, "Why do you think I'm pregnant out of wedlock?"

"...I'm not stupid." Fei Sheng's face grew increasingly helpless, as if he hadn't expected to hear such a idiotic question from Qing He: "Don't treat me like some kind of clueless child. You said you're going to be a mother, but you also said you have a fiancé, and you're not that old, so you can't be already married. That means it hasn't been clarified yet, but you're going to be a mother. Unmarried pregnancy is the only possibility left. Do I need to guess anything more? A slightly better outcome is that you're still pregnant and haven't given birth yet. The worst outcome is that you gave birth to the child, but you and your fiancé haven't gotten married yet. Of course, there's also the possibility that the child in your womb isn't your fiancé's, but your fiancé still agreed to marry you. If that's the case, then I'll think more highly of him."

Qinghe was completely shocked. This child was becoming more and more mature in his speech, and he was very organized in his speech. In just a few words, he could analyze things that she had never seen before so clearly and thoroughly.

Qinghe was shocked for a long time but could only slowly accept it. She smiled and shook her head: "Alright, don't worry about me anymore. You're just a kid. Hurry up and think about whether you've decided on that direction. I don't have the extra energy to take you anywhere else. As for the reward, don't worry about marriage. Just think about how to give me more money. I'm a bit materialistic and like money."

Seeing that Qinghe didn't intend to say much, and even seemed to be avoiding the matter, Feisheng didn't force her to give a reason. Instead, he took out a few pieces of dried meat from his pocket and handed them to Qinghe.

"Eat up, we'll get going after we finish, otherwise I'm afraid you'll faint from hunger on the way."

As he spoke, Fei Sheng gave most of the dried meat to Qing He, keeping only two pieces for himself, which he put into his mouth and chewed in small bites.

Fei Sheng was indeed not from their country. It seems Fei Sheng was right. Their country is very good at surviving in such extremely cold weather, so everyone stuffs some dried meat into their clothes to save their lives when they go on long trips.

The dried meat is sun-dried and then deep-fried, making it very filling. The cotton-padded jackets they wear when going out are specially made with unusual materials. Fei Sheng said that if this dried meat is placed in their specially made clothes, it can be stored for up to half a month.

When Fei Sheng was alone in that pit, he would only eat half a piece to stave off hunger when he was starving.

Even when Fei Sheng gave Qing He a share of the money that day and night, he only gave Qing He two or three pieces.

Qinghe saw the seven or eight pieces of dried meat in front of him and looked at him: "Are you not going to eat this? Are you just going to die today?"

"It's at most thirty miles from here to the Devil City. If we keep going, we can get there during the day. Besides, I don't need to walk, and I'm too tired to walk anyway. Two pieces are enough for me. Here, have them all. Eat some if you're hungry. I've observed your appetite; you eat very little. I've also heard that women in your country generally don't eat much. If it were a girl from our country, this amount of dried meat wouldn't be enough. So eat one piece if you're hungry. You won't finish it all in one meal anyway."

As Fei Sheng spoke, every word he uttered was supported by a logical and well-founded analysis.

Qinghe shook her head inwardly, thinking to herself, "This child is really something else, almost too clever for his own good."

Qinghe ate a few pieces of dried meat, regained some strength, and drank some snow water. After that, she set off again with Feisheng.

The wind and snow gradually subsided today, and Qinghe faced less resistance when carrying Feisheng on the road. Qinghe's physical strength was not as good as before, and Feisheng, out of consideration for him, would not let Qinghe carry him all the time. Only a few times were he carried on Qinghe's back. Most of the time, he lay on the snow like a plank, and Qinghe would pull him forward by his collar. It was easy to slide on the snow and did not require much effort, unless they encountered an uphill slope.

Fei Sheng was happy to be used as a seesaw for skiing.

Sure enough, they came to an uphill slope. After Qinghe used all her strength to pull Feisheng up, they finally stood at the top of the slope and saw the city gate of Qinghe City not far away.

At this moment, the sun on the horizon was already tinged with orange and was gradually setting. Perhaps in another hour or so it would be completely close to the horizon. But the moment Qinghe saw the walls of the Devil City, the sun in her heart rose rapidly.

It's like a person in the abyss suddenly seeing a glimmer of certainty in the aimless darkness.

Qinghe was a little tired. She sat on the hilltop looking at the city walls of the Devil City not far away. For some reason, she suddenly felt tears welling up in her eyes. Finally... finally, she saw hope.

After persisting for so long, Qinghe finally saw something familiar to her, even though she hadn't entered the Devil City with the princess at that time.

For some reason, Qinghe felt a strange sense of security as she looked at the lip-wiping figure not far away, as if everything would be safe once she entered the city. This eerie feeling was something Qinghe couldn't explain where it came from, and it was quite inexplicable.

But intuition can save your life in many situations. In such a harsh environment, Qinghe also chose to trust her intuition.

The orange sun shone on Qinghe's face, illuminating her delicate yet pale features. She was truly pale and truly disheveled, after all, she had dragged Feisheng, such a big child, all the way from such a far place.

In addition, Qinghe's body is already heavy. If she were at her physical peak, she wouldn't need to do this, but this is a special case.

Fei Sheng, being such a clever child, naturally knew that when he saw the orange sunlight shining on Qing He's face, and the crystal tear glistening with a different kind of light, Fei Sheng silently looked at Qing He for a moment, and then took out the leather bag that he had been holding in his arms.

This leather bag was the one Qinghe had taken off her cotton-padded coat. Qinghe had used this leather bag to fill Feisheng's bag with saline solution.

Now it was Fei Sheng's turn. He held up a bag of snow water and handed it to Qing He, who was standing next to him: "Have some water. We should arrive in about an hour."

Qinghe didn't stand on ceremony with him at this moment, after all, the child hadn't really moved much. However, when she saw Feisheng take the bag out of his arms and chest, she couldn't help but feel a little touched.

Qinghe drank several large mouthfuls of water, and now she had even more energy to drink. She wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth, rested for a while, and then dragged Feisheng along to continue on her way, full of energy.

The closer we got to the Devil City, the longer time passed and the darker it became. In places like this, the days are actually longer than in other places; otherwise, it would have been dark by now.

As darkness fell, Qinghe's vision became increasingly blurry. So when she saw several moving 'stones' suddenly appear in front of her, she froze, unable to react for a moment.

He fainted and fell into a deep nightmare.

The red candles cast a warm glow, and beneath layers of crimson gauze curtains, one could vaguely see the sensual scene of a man and woman entwined in passion.

"Snap!" The last piece of gauze clothing on Qinghe's body was torn off by the man in front of her, revealing her voluptuous and alluring figure.

"Who...are you?!" Qinghe bit her lip, trying to escape, but she couldn't get away from the man's hold.

"Little Sparrow can only be mine." The man laughed, his unusually handsome and rugged face filled with lust, his lips biting Qinghe's flawless body.

"You...you let go!" Qinghe refused, and a strange sensation suddenly came from the Bodhi seed on her chest. She couldn't help but moan.

As if encouraged, the man's rough, calloused hands slid down her shoulders, across her full breasts and slender waist, as if with magic, stirring up a strong, indescribable urge within Qinghe.

Qinghe could no longer bear it and tried to escape, but the man's advances became increasingly aggressive, licking and teasing her until she quickly lost her senses.

"Madam, Madam!"

The maid Cuizhi shook her for a moment, and Qinghe woke up from her dream, only to find that she had had that dream again.

"I've been waking up like this every time for the past few months. I should call the doctor from the prefecture to come and take a look!" Cuizhi advised.

Qinghe didn't know whether she had contracted a strange illness or was possessed by an evil spirit. More than three months after marrying into the Dingyuan Marquis's mansion, she dreamed almost every day of being intimate with the same strange man.

Not only that, after each erotic dream, her whole body would be flushed pink, and her magnificent breasts would overflow with milk, as if she had just had a very satisfying sexual encounter.

She was already married, but the person in her spring dreams was not her husband!

Such dissolute and unchaste behavior terrified Qinghe, who dared not mention it to anyone, yet secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Her clothes were already soaked with breast milk. A cool breeze blew in through the window, and Qinghe woke up. "Cuizhi, prepare some clothes. I should go and brew medicine for my husband."

The Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion was a large house with eight courtyards and eight gates. When Qinghe finished preparing the medicine and arrived at the Second Young Master's residence, it was already sunset.

The study's doors were tightly shut, and Qinghe was stopped outside by the guards at the entrance, while her medicine was taken away by someone else.

"Husband, it's time to take your medicine." Qinghe knelt down as if she knew the way well.

"Get out! Take your filthy things and get out! Go back and tell her that I will never touch a lowly servant like you in my entire life!" The second young master angrily threw the bowls and plates out, smashing them all over Qinghe.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of men and women moaning and panting came from the study, the scene inside was self-evident.

"Madam is so concerned about the Second Young Master, personally preparing medicine for him every day. But the Second Young Master not only doesn't appreciate it, he only listens to that vixen Hongxiu. I really feel sorry for you!" Cuizhi said, feeling indignant on her behalf.

Qinghe stood up, holding back her tears, and interrupted Cuizhi: "Let's go. My husband is right."

The Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion in the Great Qi Dynasty has two sons. One is the Marquis of Dingyuan, who has fought countless battles, and the other is the second son who has become the top scholar in the imperial examination. By all accounts, they are outstanding individuals. The old lady of the mansion must be enjoying her old age in peace and comfort.

Unfortunately, Marquis Dingyuan was away on campaigns for many years, and his murderous aura had killed six newlywed wives. This second young master had been unable to walk properly since childhood and was physically weak, so he probably couldn't have sex either. As a result, the old lady worried about the lack of an heir for the Marquis's family every day.

Qinghe was a bed slave that the old lady of the Marquis's mansion bought from a brothel. She was still a virgin and had been raised with secret medicine since childhood. She was given the title of lady so that the Marquis's mansion's offspring could be legitimate, but in reality, no one took her seriously.

Not long after Qinghe returned, the old lady summoned her to the main hall, saying that the Marquis of Dingyuan, who had been fighting on the frontier for three years, had finally returned. The old lady asked her to go and meet him so that he would leave an impression.

Before Qinghe even entered the lobby, she heard a cheerful male voice chatting and laughing with the old lady.

She was slightly taken aback; that voice... was at least seven-tenths similar to the man in her dream.

She boldly walked up, and upon seeing the man's face clearly in the hall, Qinghe froze on the spot, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.