At night, it was drizzling outside the window.

Mo Xiaohe listened to the sound of the rain, staring at the cyan tent above his head without blinking, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep.

Not long ago, she was still sleeping on Simmons at home, holding her bear pillow, soft and very secure, somehow, just a sleep, dressed as an ancient peasant girl.

This body has the same name and surname as her, she is a talented girl, her family has a field, her father opened a private school, collected some money, and her family background is one of the best in the village.

"You girl, didn't my mother tell you, don't close the door at night!"

There was a knock on the door at the door, and the angry voice was mixed with concern, the person who came was Mo Xiaohe's mother-in-law, Li, who said it was cool and direct, and if it didn't sound good, it was a shrew, but there was a little benefit, and it was more reasonable.

Li is quite beautiful, when Mo Xiaohe's father went to the provincial capital to take the exam, there were only a few mothers left in the family to depend on each other, and they were often harassed by wild men passing by at night.

At first, the Li family wiped away tears all day long, there was no man in the family, he didn't do anything decently, and he had to be instructed by the villagers.

The people in the village envy the scholars, but they are also jealous, and they are not enough.

What kind of Li family does not abide by women's morals, and has a private meeting with wild men at night, this kind of gossip that catches the wind and shadows, the villagers can talk about it in private.

The name is the foundation of a woman's life, if the name is damaged, it can only be hanged with a rope, and there is no way to live.

After a long time, it is not a way, Li slowly changed his temperament, if he saw someone shouting outside the wall, he directly splashed a basin of cold water and scolded.

The night was quiet and could be heard by almost the entire village.

The people in the village came out to see the excitement, and just caught the wild man who escaped from the wolf, and since then, no one has come to the door with the intention of taking advantage.

I'm afraid that the Li family will shout out, be watched by others, and take advantage of it, and lose face.

In ten miles and eight villages, everyone looks up and doesn't look down to see, several brothers of the Li family's mother's family are darts in the dart game, they are all practicing families, and they come to the door, which is not easy to provoke.

"Xiaohe, are you asleep?"

Mo Xiaohe didn't answer, and the Li clan outside the door banged louder.

"Mother, I'll be asleep right away!"

Hurriedly agreed, Mo Xiaohe sighed, quickly put on his coat, opened the door, and dealt with a few words.

The Mo family is located on the hill in the village, and there is a cemetery on the hillside behind, and the night is gloomy.

What's even more terrifying is that there is a small village on the other side of the cemetery, and people often walk around on weekdays.

Especially on rainy days, when she opens the back window, she can always see a dark shadow, and she doesn't know if it's a psychological effect.

"How many times have I said it, don't turn on the lamp at night, it's a waste of lamp oil!"

Li carefully observed his daughter's expression, probed her forehead with his hand, and found that there was no fever, so he was relieved, said a few words, and returned to the upper room in his robe.

The courtyard of the Mo family is not small, there are three main rooms, and there are east and west wings, Mo Xiaohe is already fourteen, the eldest girl, and she lives in the west chamber.

There is a room in the east chamber that is the residence of the eldest brother Mo Huaiyuan, but the eldest brother has been studying in the county seat, and he only comes back once a month.

There is a utility room next to it for firewood, and between the main house and the east compartment is a stove made of wood and thatch.

There are a few jujube trees, grape shelves, a well, and a vegetable patch in the front yard.

The farmhouse is well organized by the capable mother Li and is very warm.

The rain lapped against the window lattice, and the moisture penetrated through the Korean paper and invaded the inner room.

Mo Xiaohe closed the door and extinguished the oil lamp, and the room was suddenly dark.

Finally groped her way to get into bed, during which she almost pressed the tent, and it took a long time for her to get used to the darkness of the inner room.

"Can I go back?"

There is nothing bad in modern times, there are cars for travel, women have a high status, self-reliance, she Mo Xiaohe is a liberal painter, and she lives a happy life.

She is not a brainless fan, but she also likes to watch the palace fighting dramas of the Qing Dynasty, and it is really interesting to watch those women intrigue for a common cucumber and show their abilities.

Luo Qi, the actor who just won the Oscar recently, is his fan, and she just grabbed the tickets for the meeting, and she doesn't know who to cheapen.

Lying on the bed in an indecent position, Mo Xiaohe especially wanted to cry.

This country is called Dawu, which is relatively rich, and so far, the country and the people are safe, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

The people of Dawu have an unusually persistent pursuit of beauty, and like to enjoy flowers, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry.

This is in Li's body, Mo Xiaohe has a deep understanding.

Li is just a village woman with a little ink in her stomach, and when she washes and cooks on weekdays, she can make up a few sentences to entertain herself.

The front yard of the village basically does not grow vegetables, it is used to raise flowers and plants, and in spring and summer, the whole village wafts a strong aroma.

Mo Xiaohe was very distressed, because she had been stung by bees many times when she was a child, and she had a shadow in her heart.

The owner of the body is also a miserable person, and she suffers the same thing.

Xiucai's father, Mo Jingshan, is a pedantic poor scholar, patriarchal, and has always looked down on women, thinking that women have long hair and short knowledge.

But the light ones are other people's daughters, and for their own daughters, it is very good.

For fear that Mo Xiaohe would be stung by a bee, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the flowers and plants in the front yard.

Although his father loves her, it involves issues of principle, so there is no discussion.

After the crossing, Mo Xiaohe never walked out of the door, just nested at home.

A few days ago, she didn't fit this body well enough, she had a high fever that didn't go away, she was groggy, and she had to drink several bowls of bitter medicine soup every day.

"Mo Xiaohe, if you don't marry a big man, your father will kick you out of the house!"

Dad Mo Jingshan was hard-hearted, and he had to let her get married.

Mo Xiaohe is only fourteen years old, she has not yet reached the end of her life, she has a bright appearance, there is a dazzling beauty, since the age of a few years, she has been firmly in the position of the village flower of ten miles and eight villages.

Beautiful, literate and hyphenated, his father is a cultural person, his status is high, and the family conditions are not bad, Mo Xiaohe is arrogant and vows to marry a beautiful man with literary style.

From then on, the red sleeves added fragrance, the husband and wife sang harmoniously, against the moon chanting poems, and the harmony and beauty, the husband sang and the wife lived a lifetime.

The predecessor was such an idea, and after she herself crossed over, the obsession in her head did not dissipate.

For a few days, Mo Xiaohe was very distressed, she closed her eyes, and a beautiful son appeared in her mind, with noble eyebrows, cold and picturesque, like the mountains and flowing water, like a fairy.

In my impression, this man is the eldest brother's classmate, the son of the county magistrate.

With Mo Xiaohe's status, at most she can be a concubine, or the kind that is not in the stream.

What's so good about a little white face?

It will be like a person all day long, vassalage and elegant, poor and sour and nagging, like a psychopath, can be eaten?

But you can't blame the predecessor, Da Wu's measurement of beautiful men is such a standard, some men who love beauty are still greased and powdered like women.

This world is really fantastic!

With Mo Xiaohe's aesthetics, she is the most disdainful of little white faces! This makes her easily reminiscent of a man who eats soft rice!

Only men with tall stature and broad shoulders have a sense of security, dark skin, look healthier, wild, with pectoral muscles, abdominal muscles, and mermaid line, it makes people drool, can't you stop it?

This kind of superb man, in Dawu, is an ugly monster that everyone despises, just because of his roughness, and there is no heavenly reason!

He fell overboard and was rescued by the "ugly" big hunter in the mountains, who was found by the gossip woman in the village, despite being careful enough.

Soon, rumors spread in the village that Mo Xiaohe was ruined by Orion, if he didn't marry the ugly monster Orion, there was only one way out!

She waited for her eldest brother to come home, and wanted to beg her eldest brother Mo Huaiyuan to be a middle-aged person, so that she could give the little white-faced son of the Zhixian family as a slave and a maid, just to be able to stay and fly.

As a result, Mo Huaiyuan didn't wait for her to come, so she died and her body and soul changed to a master.

Mo Xiaohe couldn't wait to shout, "I'm willing to marry!" ”

No one knows what the hunter is called, but he lives deep in the mountains and only occasionally walks around the village.

Because he was tall, his face was stern and indifferent, and he was silent, and the scar on his face was enough to scare the little baby, and the villagers were still very afraid of this kind of person with blood on his hands.

Mojia Village used to be a branch of the big clan, which was somewhat xenophobic.

In Mo Xiaohe's impression, he had only seen Orion once from afar.

The most impressive thing is that time when she washed clothes by the river, and went into the water to look for a beautiful flower gown, but inadvertently stepped into a big pit and almost drowned.

Orion passed by, and without saying a word, jumped into the water to save her, wrapped her in clothes, and carried her back.

"Where do you live? I'll send you back. ”

From beginning to end, Orion had only one word to her.

His voice was low and hoarse, but there was a hint of sexiness, which instantly made people burst with hormones.

He was just to save people, and he was completely unmoved by the beauty of his predecessor, took people to the courtyard, turned around and disappeared.

Mo Xiaohe analyzed, such a man will not die without saving, do good deeds without leaving a name, and his character is absolutely excellent.

Especially when he came out of the river, soaked with sackcloth, clinging to his body, outlining a tight muscle, his long black hair dripping down his cheeks......

Don't be in good shape!

Mo Xiaohe is really not a nymphomaniac, as a painter, she has also painted nude models, but it is inevitable that she will not be moved.

The ugly man that everyone ridicules, in her eyes, is the top storage zài!

What's so bad about marrying Orion?

Orion has the ability, there is game to eat all year round, she can't be hungry, and Orion lives by herself, without a father or mother, without having to serve a difficult mother-in-law, marrying the past, she is the master of the house!

In this closed feudal era, it is impossible to never marry.

Daddy won't let her stay at home and be an old girl.

Now that her reputation is damaged, who can she marry except for her life-saving benefactor?

It's the best thing to do.

The predecessor resisted, she wanted to die or live, but Mo Xiaohe was willing to do it, but she couldn't see Orion, and she really didn't know what to say.

And from the beginning of one crying, two troubles, and three hangings, to the current initiative, is this style of painting changing too fast?

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Open a new article, this is a warm pet article without discipline

Or the author's consistent style, slow heat, step by step, please support old readers and new readers, Mo Mo (* ̄3) (ε ̄*)

The heroine's surname is also Mo, but the author is really incompetent in naming it, I feel that this surname is simpler, bahaha