Chapter 9 (1/2)

Her hair was dark and dense, reaching her waist. She pinched her hair to one side of her neck, and sat on her bed with her head slightly tilted. Her hair hung down, and she was combing it.

The girl was wearing a lilac-colored floral jacket and a pair of dark purple broad-leg pants. She straightened her waist and tilted her neck to avoid wetting her clothes. She did it subconsciously, but made Xue Tingxiang’s heart beat fast, as if the blood is about to run out of his vein.

No reasons, just because this gesture clearly showed her figure. The high chest and round hips with a slender waist… Xue Tingxiang had never seen this. A strange sense of heat rose inside his body.

But it was not unfamiliar to him. A picture of them kissing in bed surfaced in his head.

He didn’t like her in his dream, but it seemed reasonable to marry her.

This kind of feeling was rooted in his heart: She should be his wife.

Hidden in darkness, this kind of feelings were clouded by his awkwardness and ignorance. Especially after he went to the school, the fact that he had a child bride was laughed by his study mates.

But he liked her deeply in the heart, so that night, she tossed her well.

He was ignorant himself, and it was her first time. He felt bad when she was in pain. But he could not stop. She cried with tears and runny nose. That was the first time she was so weak in front of him, and since then he had fallen in love with this way of bullying her.

At that time he boarded at school and could only come back every ten days. Every time he came back, she was afraid of him and hid herself. But she had to let him get what he wanted. He liked it, but refused to admit it.

Looking back now, he was indeed a bastard.

Thinking of these messes, he suddenly said: “Let me wipe it for you.”

Zhao’er looked at him in surprise, and subconsciously refused: “No, I will do it by myself.” After these days’ teaching and correction, she had slowly learned not to refer to herself as sister.

Her words hadn’t completed, Xue Tingxiang had already taken the cloth towel and pulled her back in front of him. Zhao’er froze there and let him wipe her hair.

Frankly, Xue Tingxiang is still a little shorter than Zhao’er, so he had to kneel down to reach her. The two were so close that Xue Tingxiang felt that his blood was violent, but Zhao’er didn’t notice.

Sensed it may be too hard for him to keep stretching arms, Zhao’er said: “What if I lie on my stomach?”

She tried. Indeed it was more convenient for him, and neither of them was tired. What she didn’t know was that her body from behind was even more sultry, especially for a fledgling teenager.

Xue Tingxiang immediately regretted. He felt it was a kind of torture to keep himself from looking at her.

“Would you sit up?” He asked.

She didn’t answer.

She was asleep.

The girl seemed tired and slept soundly. She lay prone on top of long quilts, her thick long hair spread behind her, down to her waist. Her face was a little deformed against the quilt, but her pink lips curled up.

With a little water vapor on her face after bath, her full and delicate cheeks seemed young and tender at first glance. The pink lips were watery and attracting.

There was something clamoring in his heart. He unconsciously leaned on her. He leaned closer and closer, so close that he could feel her sweet smell.

Suddenly, she moved, and he quickly backed away, pretending nothing happened, and murmured how she fell asleep, but in fact he was watching her reaction nervously.

Fortunately, she moved a bit, and there was no sign of waking up, so he eased.

But the impulse in his heart was gone. He glanced at her several times, reached for a thin bedding, and covered on her, then continued wiping her wet hair.

Yuqing Village was originally a village built by a group of victims who fled during the war in the former dynasty.

At first it was not called Yuqing Village, but Zheng’s Village, because the whole village was under the surname of Zheng. Not many, just a dozen of them. Many years passed, there was a disaster here and the government arranged a group of refugees to settle here. These people are the ancestors of the Xue’s family.

There are not many people with the surname Zheng, and there are many people with the surname Xue. At first, the people with the surname Zheng dominated the village, but they turned against each other afterwards.

In Dachang Dynasty, a hundred household is set as one village. They will also elect their village head. Besides the village head, there were also some old men set as a committee to make decisions with the village head. They were called the Village Old.

Within the jurisdiction of Yuqing Village, everything in the village, such as arbitration of civil suits, arbitration of right and wrong, guidance of folk customs, persuasion of farmers, punishment, etc., as well as collection of taxes, military service were all co-chaired by the village head and Village Old.

The village head enjoys the highest right. Only the most noble and respectable person in the village can be a village head.

In fact, this kind of system is equivalent to one people managing one place.

There was a so called saying that imperial power does not go down to the county, the county is ruled by the clans, the clans have their own regulations, their regulations relies on ethics, and the ethic creates squires.

Over the years, the Xues and Zhengs seem to be harmonious, but they have always been in contention. What they are fighting for is the leading position in the village. Because a scholar of the village was from Xue’s family, several Xue’s people was elected as Village Old. Although this grew the power of Xue’s family, the village head was always under the surname of Zheng.

Now there are one village head and four Village Old in Yuqing Village, among which three of the four Village Old are from Xue’s family, so this is 2 VS 3. But the village head is from Zheng’s family, Xue’s family are still not in dominant position.

The clan leader Xue is confident that if there were another scholar in the clan, he will definitely overwhelm the Zheng’s family, so when he heard the rumors in the village these two days, he immediately went mad.

Grandpa Xue was called to the clan leader’s house when he was still working in the farm.

The clan leader’s face was as black as a pot. Grandpa Xue was confused: “Haizi, what was going on?” Actually, in terms of seniority, the clan leader is Grandpa Xue’s brother.

“You ask me? You don’t know the rumors?”

Well, he really doesn’t.

Seeing this, the clan leader told him the whole story with a black face.

Nobody knew how, the rumor of Xue’s family spread outside.

It all started when someone saw Xue Gouzi, the only son of Xue’s family’s second child, crying in front of his father’s grave.