The Overlord Flower's Guide to Intercepting a Woman's Wife's Death and the Male Lead&

Zhou Bingheng lowered his head, gripping the enamel mug in both hands, and remained silent for a long time.

Su Xingmian tilted her head.

"elder brother?"

He raised his hand, pressed it against his face, and then put it down.

Why didn't you say so sooner?

Su Xingmian blinked.

"Grandma said that this card should not be revealed unless absolutely necessary."

She paused.

"It's not a last resort yet, I'm just letting you know in advance."

Zhou Bingheng stared at her for a long time.

Su Xingmian grabbed his sleeve and looked up.

"Brother, no matter what others say about me, you'll always be on my side, right?"

Zhou Bingheng's Adam's apple bobbed.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his strength so great that her ribs ached slightly.

"No matter who it is."

The voice was very low, vibrating out from the chest cavity.

Su Xingmian nestled in his arms, remaining motionless.

She revealed this card not for her own benefit.

It's to tell him not to shoulder the burden alone anymore.

After a few seconds of silence, she patted his back.

"Brother, you're squeezing me too tight."

Zhou Bingheng loosened it a little, then tightened it again.

"Let it hurt a little longer."

Su Xingmian couldn't break free.

The wind outside the window swept over the courtyard wall, and the rhododendron simsii plants in the flowerpots swayed slightly in the night, facing the house.

a long time.

Su Xingmian nestled in his arms, her voice soft and sticky.

"Brother, did He Yaozu say something about me?"

Zhou Bingheng stopped.

Su Xingmian raised her face.

"I guessed. You've been coming home so late these past few days, and you always smell like smoke. Today you even got into bed without taking off your coat."

She counted on her fingers.

"You spent a long time arguing with people at the regimental headquarters, didn't you? Because of my matter."

Zhou Bingheng neither admitted nor denied it.

Su Xingmian tugged at his collar.

"So, are the three words 'Su Yuanzhen' enough to shut them up?"

He looked down at her.

She was smiling at him, her smile curved and soft, radiating smugness.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

That's enough.

Su Xingmian relaxed.

That's enough.

She shrank back into his arms, her demonic power slowly flowing over his chest, melting away the last bit of stiffness in his shoulders, neck, and back.

Zhou Bingheng's breathing gradually subsided, and he finally relaxed.

Su Xingmian placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart rate gradually return to normal.

He wasn't asleep.

"Mianmian."

"Um?"

"He Yaozu gave us some information, one of which is related to you."

Su Xingmian's ears perked up.

"He mentioned that you sabotaged the radio in the stone chamber. I covered it up for you, but in the reports..."

He paused for a moment.

Your name will not appear. No credit will be given to you.

Su Xingmian remained silent.

She didn't care about that; she was only doing it for the sake of merit.

The merits have already been credited to my account.

"I don't need your name to appear in any files."

He placed his hand on the back of her head, his voice very soft.

"But what you did, I will let those who need to know know. In another way."

Su Xingmian rubbed her face against his chest.

"Brother, what about your achievements? Liang Jin has already been promoted to regimental commander."

The credit can go to the old fox; the higher the old fox's rank, the better he can protect her.

"I'm different from him. I was promoted to regimental political commissar at the age of 28, which was already considered an exceptional promotion."

"You deserve the most credit for this arrest of He Yaozu. I benefited from Mianmian's influence and accumulated core political and military merits."

The unexpected implication is that he is too young to be promoted and needs to continue accumulating experience.

He kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Su Xingmian smiled, her eyes crinkling. "I'm not wronged!"

"Brother, can I focus on growing vegetables starting tomorrow?"

Zhou Bingheng chuckled softly.

"OK."

Su Xingmian felt her ears burning when she saw him smile.

When this person smiles, their eyes are so bright, just like the stars they saw on those nights when they bloomed alone.

She leaned in and, following her heart, kissed his eyes.

"Brother, your eyes hold the stars."

Zhou Bingheng's smile was still on his lips when he confiscated it.

He kissed her eyes.

Then it slid from the eyes to the bridge of the nose, and then to the lips.

lingering and wandering.

The stroke begins on the lips, moves towards the temples, and then to the ears.

"Is it a star in the sky, or... Mianmian?"

The sound, mixed with breath, entered the ear canal.

It made her tremble all over.

With a loud bang.

Su Xingmian's body temperature soared.

The floral fragrance seeped out from under the skin, so strong that it filled the entire room.

The indoor light went completely dark, and the sound of panting continued.

a long time.

"Brother, your ears will bloom."

……

The vegetable seedlings have sprouted for nine days.

The spinach had unfurled its third true leaf, its color a deep, oily sheen, and its leaf flesh thicker than any spinach Su Xingmian had ever seen in the south.

But what surprised her the most was not the spinach.

It's sand onion.

Those few inconspicuous clumps of sand onions in the corner have been sprouting like crazy these past few days.

The tallest one is over a hand's breadth above the ground, with a thick stem. If you pinch it with your fingernail, sap will gush out, emitting a spicy aroma.

Su Xingmian placed her palm on the ground, extending her demonic power downwards.

The taproot of the sand onion penetrates the hard crust of the salt and alkali, firmly gripping the underground water veins, and absorbs three times the water of spinach.

This thing is naturally a species of the Gobi Desert.

Ma Chunlan arrived at some unknown time, squatting beside another row of spinach seedlings, thinning out the plants with a small shovel in her hand, keeping quiet and not saying a word.

Ever since that bet, she's come every day, but she doesn't say much.

She did whatever Su Xingmian asked her to do, occasionally offering a professional opinion, her tone so polite it was almost unrecognizable.

"Comrade Su, something's not right with your sand onions."

Ma Chunlan straightened up and pointed to the corner with a shovel.

Su Xingmian walked over.

Ma Chunlan dug up the soil at the bottom and took a look, then frowned.

"I've been growing vegetables for ten years and I've seen plenty of wild onions, but none of them grow this fast."

"Nine days, a hand's breadth tall, with lush green stems; a normal wild onion would be lucky to grow three centimeters in the same amount of time."

Su Xingmian squatted down and listened attentively.

Ma Chunlan broke off a small piece of wild onion tip and smelled it under her nose.

"The taste is wrong too."

After hesitating for a moment, she put the piece of wild onion tip in her mouth and chewed it.

He chewed twice and then stopped.

"this……"

Su Xingmian tilted her head.

Ma Chunlan stuffed the remaining half into her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and only spoke after she finished chewing, her voice a little weak.

"Fresh. The spiciness is followed by sweetness, and the aftertaste has a milky aroma."

He paused for three seconds, then looked down at the clump of sand onions.

"...I've lived for thirty-eight years, and this is the first time I've ever tasted sweet wild onions."

Su Xingmian smiled.

The water that the sand onion draws from the underground water veins is filtered through the soil by her magical powers, reducing its salinity and alkalinity, and actually increasing its mineral content.

With the addition of the daily infusion of plant life, the things that grow there taste on a completely different level from ordinary food.

"Sister Ma, could you help me cut some today? I want to try making a dish with it."

Without saying a word, Ma Chunlan squatted down and started cutting, her movements were very swift.

Zhang Cuihua happened to be carrying a basket of eggs from the other end of the alley and called out from afar.

"Hey girl! My husband found some wild eggs while he was patrolling yesterday. They're not big, but they're really fresh!"

Su Xingmian took the basket.

Six wild eggs, their shells covered in mud, small in size, yet heavy in the hand.

"Sister-in-law Cuihua, come to my house for lunch."

Zhang Cuihua's eyes lit up.

"What are you doing?"

Su Xingmian shook the bunch of wild onions in her hand.

"Stir-fried eggs with sand onions".