Even if Gu Zheng tried his best to hide himself, as a pillow person, Mo Xiaohe could still detect his abnormality, she was afraid that he would be cranky alone, in order to adjust the atmosphere, when talking about trivial things at home, some of them were memories of the predecessor and did not belong to her at all.

The predecessor was not very squeamish when he was a child, and his eldest brother Mo Huaiyuan was together, going up the mountain to hunt birds, fishing in the river, and his father Mo Jingshan was in the town, while studying, he found a private school to be a teacher, and earned himself money for scientific examinations.

The girls and boys in Mojia Village have a good childhood, Mo Xiaohe has only one brother, she is the eldest in the family, and she is very favored by her father, so her temper is a little arrogant and domineering.

"When I was seven or eight years old, my father's classmate brought his daughter to the house."

I don't know if it's the obsession of the predecessor, Mo Xiaohe is quite impressed by this, that little girl is about the same age as her, called Qing Niang, white and clean, wearing a floral dress, after arriving in the village, it immediately attracted the attention of the girl boys.

Qingniang's family is a scholarly family, her father is Xiucai, her grandfather is Xiucai, it seems that her great-grandfather is also Xiucai, she has a family background than the Zhuang family, she is literate and has a very high vision, and she is very polite when she sees Mo Xiaohe, but in a place where adults can't see, she looks at Mo Xiaohe with sarcastic eyes, and spits out three words coolly, "Hillbilly!" ”

"I ran to my mother's dresser and looked in the mirror, and then I cried."

The past is like a movie, replaying in Mo Xiaohe's mind, sometimes she can't tell the difference, and always thinks that the person who has this experience is herself and not her predecessor.

Among the little girls in the village, Mo Xiaohe is considered to be clean, but she runs crazy all day long, and there will inevitably be stains on her clothes, and she was ridiculed by Qing Niang, saying that she was a dirt bun.

Gu Zheng listened patiently, a miniature version of her own lady appeared in her mind, she climbed on the stool aggrievedly, looked at the bronze mirror, and then cried out with a "wow", with a aggrieved face and a red nose.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, and there was a touch of warmth in his eyes, waiting for the next step.

"Your lady and I are a flower in Mojia Village, when have I been insulted like this?"

Mo Xiaohe patted her chest and tilted her head, like a proud hen, her father is a scholar, and he is very respected in the village, and there are not many literate people in the village, as long as his father comes home, someone will come to the door, begging for help to read and write letters, and send some food.

After Qing Niang left, Mo Xiaohe pulled her mother Li to make a big fuss, she felt that she was ridiculed, and her self-esteem was hurt a lot, and the boys in the village who were willing to listen to the command behind her ass all threw themselves into Qing Niang's camp, that was because she didn't have a good-looking skirt.

"Qing Niang only stayed in the village for one afternoon, and those who were not determined turned against her!"

When it comes to trivial matters in childhood, Mo Xiaohe puffed out her face, she remembers very clearly that Qing Niang is not as good as her, with a small nose and small eyes, and she is barely beautiful.

"Oh? So how can you lose? ”

Gu Zheng shook the rain on his body, only to feel that the boulder blocked in his chest was smashed in an instant, he took a deep breath and teased his own lady.

"Lose? Is she worthy of it? ”

Mo Xiaohe was indignant, her nostrils were facing the sky, she rolled her eyes, she was still small, but her mind was very heavy, she was jealous, she tossed and turned for several nights, and finally made a comparison, she always ran outside, her skin was not as white as Qing Niang, her clothes were not as delicate as Qing Niang, and she was illiterate, which always made people feel rude.

I have to say that my predecessor was good at summarizing when she was very young, but she was too late and overkill, so that for fear that others would say that she was a hillbilly, she studied poetry and songs all day long, secretly looked at the script, and was very yearning for the wind and snow, thinking that this was everyone's beautiful style.

"There is no shortage of silver, no worries about food, no worries about clothing, and you can only play the piano and embroider in the backyard!"

If Mo Xiaohe is really a daughter of a high family, it is understandable to develop a high temperament, but in the village, they are all croppers, and they can't understand her poems at all, she is equivalent to playing the piano to the cow.

These are all in the past tense, in the face of her husband, Mo Xiaohe is not afraid of being embarrassed, she has blackened herself, her predecessor does not understand current affairs, she can't read the Four Books and Five Classics, she doesn't know what to think, she thinks she is very talented, and she is simply a mystery of self-confidence.

Gu Zheng couldn't help it, pinched his lady's little face, slippery, his heart suddenly brightened, no matter what happened in the past, now that the hardships are coming, he has to take good care of the lady and look forward to the arrival of a new life.

Seeing that Gu Zheng's mood was improving, Mo Xiaohe held his cheeks with his hands and hummed a small tune, he had never experienced it before, it turned out that this was the feeling of "he is good and I am good".

"Then what happened to Qing Niang?"

The carriage drove on the green brick road in the town, the horse's hooves stepped on the low-lying place, splashing one after another, and in the alley not far ahead, Zhang Bo leaned out most of his body, as if he saw the carriage, and was waving in their direction.

"She always advertises herself as a young lady from a scholarly family, superior to others, but in fact, her family has been a talent for generations."

The predecessor gritted his teeth and competed, and he really studied hard for a few years, and when he felt that he had achieved a little and wanted to find a place in Qing Niang, he heard his father Mo Jingshan say that Qing Niang and his family went south, and it is said that they went to Dawu Kyoto.

"What a scholarly door, it just makes people laugh off their big teeth!"

The resentment of the predecessor is very deep, Mo Xiaohe is a person who hates inconsistencies and likes to pretend, and has no good impression of Qing Niang, so he is particularly ruthless in and out of words, "I think it is more appropriate to change the name to Xiucai, her grandfather and great-grandfather took the exam, and they all got gray hair, my father said that Qing Niang's father's greatest wish is not to have a son inherit the incense, but to raise people in the examination and complete the long-cherished wish of his ancestors!" ”

In the first month, the continuous rainy days make people feel depressed, the number of pedestrians in the town has dropped sharply, there is no work everywhere, food prices have skyrocketed, and the life of the people has become more and more difficult.

Uncle Zhang was very glad that there was a lot of food at home, he was old, he ate less rice, and secretly halved the portion, Uncle Zhang thought he was doing a concealment, only two meals, and Gu Zheng saw it, thinking that he was infected with a cold and had a bad appetite, so he insisted on finding him a Langzhong doctor.

Uncle Zhang's heart was warm, if he didn't care about him, how could he find out? He suffered a lot when he was young, but he didn't expect to be so blessed when he was old.

Mo Xiaohe wanted to go to Mojia Village, the house left by her father, thinking about it, or returning to the town, she had just comforted her husband, and her anxiety was gone.

"Uncle Zhang, it's cold, let's hurry home!"

The carriage couldn't get into the alley, Gu Zheng wanted to make a detour, Mo Xiaohe hurriedly got off the carriage, played an oil-paper umbrella, and followed Uncle Zhang to his home.

Uncle Zhang took the small burden in Mo Xiaohe's hand, and reminded her all the way to avoid the hollows, at home, Aunt Zhang made hot noodle soup, and specially added fried red pepper segments, which tasted spicy, and there were fried diced chicken in it.

Mo Xiaohe had a big appetite, and after eating a whole big bowl, the fried chili peppers had a peppery smell, and she even drank the soup completely, sweating on her forehead, and her body began to heat up.

After the meal, Gu Zheng and the second elder talked about the current situation, once the two countries go to war, the town will inevitably suffer first, he wants to take Mo Xiaohe to Kyoto, hoping that the second elder can go with him.

"Alas......"

Zhang Bo let out a heavy sigh, the last time the war started, it was more than 20 years ago, at the city gate, there were corpses all over the field, blood flowed like a river, and the most miserable were the people.

As a Dayue person, Uncle Zhang has a sense of honor, in their hearts, the queen mother Mo Yan is the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, if you want to go to war, it must be the monarch of the Great Wu who is unwilling to bow down to the ministers, for his own selfish interests, take the lead in provoking the contradictions between the two countries.

"It's going to change, where is the pure land, I won't leave with you Aunt Zhang, we will stay in the town to watch the house."

Uncle Zhang has never been to the capital of Dawu, he selfishly wants to find a place closer to Da Yue, and they are not young, they have a disease and a disaster, seek medical advice, plus the water and soil are not adapted, it is very fatal, dragging down everyone's schedule.

Aunt Zhang nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, Da Chun can still take care of it." ”

Li He's blacksmith shop changed hands, and after the other party took over, he didn't find a suitable person to take care of the treasury for the time being, but he happened to see that Feng Dachun was silent, knew the current affairs, and didn't have much to do, so he let him stay temporarily.

The second elder was resolute, Gu Zheng didn't persuade again, if there was really a war, the border city would be chaotic, he thought about making arrangements as much as possible before leaving.

Before the unitary hour, the sky was already so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, and the small towns in the border cities were immersed in the rain, and there were very few people lighting oil lamps as far as the eye could see.

The house was damp and the water vapor was heavy, Gu Zheng burned two charcoal basins, smoked the bedding, and didn't dry it until it was dry, then he brought water between the stoves and helped his wife to wash in the clean room.

Mo Xiaohe was drenched in a little rain and didn't take a bath, she always felt uncomfortable up and down, Gu Zheng took a change of clothes for her, and helped her sit in the bathtub.

The white mist in the bath tub was filled, staining Mo Xiaohe's cheeks into a charming pink, her eyes were moist, and she looked at Gu Zheng shyly, making his throat tight, and finding that his body had reacted, he took a step back.

Although he felt that his self-control was amazing, in front of Mo Xiaohe, he was not sure at all, what if he couldn't control it and turned into a beast and injured her?

Thinking of this, Gu Zheng lowered his eyes, tried his best to suppress the flame in his eyes, and didn't dare to look at the spring light in front of him anymore, he followed the advice given by Lao Langzhong, counted the days, and found that it was still a long time.

Mo Xiaohe didn't notice it at all, she only exposed a small part of her chest, and her whole body was sitting in the bathtub, although she had been married for a long time, and she had many skin-to-skin kisses with Gu Zheng, she was still very shy in the face of him.

Thinking back then, when a man was unmarried and a woman was unmarried, Mo Xiaohe ate Gu Zheng's tofu, which was handy, who expected to move the real thing, in bed, she couldn't form an army, Gu Zheng gave her a hug, which made her soften, and after several teasings, Mo Xiaohe was delirious and could only be at her mercy.

After each time, she was very annoyed that she had lost the initiative, and secretly hated that she was not productive.

is also a picture of the Spring Palace, Gu Zheng only needs to look at it and is self-taught, and she always wants to show herself, but it is always self-defeating.

Mo Xiaohe puffed the water in the bathtub with his hand, squinting at Gu Zheng, his face was resolute and angular, he lowered his head, and the outline of his face was buried in the shadows, which seemed even deeper.

"Oops!"

Thinking of the teasing in the carriage, Mo Xiaohe's old face turned red again, and she suddenly remembered that her cousin Mo Daya had made a contribution and gave her a copy of the Mo family's ancestral spring palace map, which had tips on having sex during pregnancy.

She blinked, stood up, pretended to slip under her feet, and exclaimed.

Although Gu Zheng lowered his eyes, he kept paying attention to the movement here, and when Mo Xiaohe shouted out, in less than a breath, he flew to the bathtub and hugged her.

The bath bucket shook, and the water in it overflowed, soaking Gu Zheng's clothes, and the husband and wife were tightly together, without a single gap, making his body stiff, and he didn't move for a while.

"Don't make a fuss."

opened his mouth, Gu Zheng took a long time to find his voice, and he always reminded himself that he couldn't do anything to hurt his own lady.

"Husband......

Gu Zheng's voice was sexy and hoarse, Mo Xiaohe replied delicately, she naughtily blew in his ear, and said temptingly, "The Mo family has an ancestral booklet, in fact, there are ways in the early stages of pregnancy, do you want to?" ”

Gu Zheng couldn't speak, he felt that there was a fire in his body, it was burning, it was getting more and more intense, and there was an uncontrollable trend, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and the tip of his nose, and he said in a low voice for a long time, "Lady, you are playing with fire!" ”