Mrs. Gu was born in a wealthy family, and she was also the only daughter of the family who was loved by thousands of people, and when she reached the age of marriage, the family did not fall in love with the status of the lord of Licheng, and sent people over with her eyes.

Mo Xiaohe thought so, although she didn't think Wang Ze was like a white-eyed wolf, but she had to listen to the words of her elders, she was now nearly five months pregnant, her body was heavy, and the most important thing was to raise the fetus with peace of mind first, just hoping that her relatives would get the news and not panic too much.

Murder and arson, she didn't think about it, for some people, she couldn't wait to get rid of it quickly, but in the end, she still didn't take that step, but that person didn't get a good end.

Qing Barley didn't talk much, and seemed to be a little afraid of Gu Zheng, they were under the same roof, and they didn't look up and see each other, which was indeed a little embarrassing. Mo Xiaohe is sandwiched in the middle, and he always keeps building his heart, and it is not a big deal in modern times, but his in-laws parted ways, and his mother-in-law found a little white face again.

Qingli is different from ordinary little white faces, not for Mrs. Gu's money, it can be seen that the two get along well in one place, removing the age gap, the two are very compatible together.

Mo Xiaohe compared his father-in-law who said everything in his heart and came to this conclusion.

Who stipulates that women will grow old alone in the backyard for the rest of their lives, there will always be someone who will stand up and fight against the injustice of fate, maybe it is not in accordance with the rules, it all depends on themselves, how happy they are, how they live.

Think about it, life in the world, just a few decades, a few decades later, turned into a handful of loess, by that time, it will be too late to regret it.

The two countries went to war, there was no tension in Kyoto, singing and dancing, the people seemed to be not worried, spending a lot of time all day to decorate their days exquisitely, raising flowers and grass, tinkering with rouge and gouache, even if it was a poor woman in the family, the wooden hairpin on her head was changed every few days.

Mo Xiaohe has always looked down on the aesthetics of the people of Dawu, but after walking around Kyoto, he found something desirable, no matter how difficult the days are, they always face life with a smile, plant flowers and grass in front of the door, and when they walk to the door, their mood will unconsciously improve.

"Just this steamed bun, pinch out the shape of a willow leaf, two pieces and one."

In this regard, Mama Yang is very disgusted, what you eat in your mouth, being full is the first place, who cares what shape it is! The steamed buns of willow leaves, the small ones are about the same as fists, two pennies! It's better to change two eggs.

"Just eat it as a snack, prices in Kyoto are always more expensive."

Mo Xiaohe had 10,000 taels of silver tickets on her body, she left 1,000 taels, and gave the rest to her mother-in-law, Mrs. Gu, she is not short of silver now, and after finding a place to settle down in the future, she will open a calligraphy and painting shop according to her own wishes.

Ordinary days always pass quickly, Mo Xiaohe occasionally wanders the street and goes to the barley grocery store to help, but she has a big belly, and she is offered up by Mama Yang like an ancestor, and from Mama Yang's words, she gets a gossip message.

After being abused and beaten last time, Qingli injured his body and was unable to do anything about sexual affairs, and Lang Zhong of the medical center said that he would not have an heir in his life. However, Qing Barley himself did not have a big reaction, and came out of the shadows in two or three days, living with Mrs. Gu wholeheartedly.

In the seventh month of the lunar calendar, Mo Xiaohe's belly is already as big as a ball, she is afraid of the sun, she hides in the room during the day, even if there is an ice basin, it doesn't help, the sweat droplets are whirling, she likes to be clean, and she has to bathe at least two or three times a day.

Gu Zheng was even more inseparable, and even went to the black market to deliver news at noon, just because at that time, she took a nap for an hour.

Lin Xiucai and Li Xiu finally arrived in Kyoto, the two rented a small courtyard in the downtown area, Lin Xiucai specially invited an old woman to take care of his wife, and always felt that it would be more secure to have an experienced person by his side.

Mo Xiaohe and his cousin and cousin do not live together, and occasionally correspond, Mo Xiaohe can't explain why he didn't invite the two of them, he can only tell half the truth, his mother-in-law escaped from Licheng, it is inconvenient to meet guests, as for the barley, she has not mentioned a word.

Although the secret can hide from Mo Daya and Li Xiu, it can't hide the well-informed Yingluo on the black market, someone paid a high price to buy Mrs. Gu on the black market, and after Yingluo learned about it, she came to the door the next day.

"Don't worry, the news has been hidden, I have specially ordered it."

Yingluo brought all kinds of gifts, fresh melons and fruits and preserved fruits every once in a while to chat with Mo Xiaohe. There is a way in the black market, and you can also get the dim sum in the palace, the mung bean cake is almost transparent, melts in the mouth, and the cake can be made into petals with preserved fruits, which really doesn't look like eating, but a work of art.

"That's good."

The family ugly was known to outsiders, Mo Xiaohe was a little embarrassed, but there were some things that she couldn't hide, so she could only choose to be honest. Moreover, she mentioned to her husband Gu Zheng behind her back that Yingluo is not a mouthy person.

Seven months pregnant, Er Zhuang turned his head in his stomach from time to time, and sometimes pushed her belly, Mo Xiaohe was miserable, and felt that Er Zhuang would definitely be a naughty boy in the future.

With Yingluo watching, Gu Zheng was very relieved, he was not embarrassed about being known by outsiders, and now he was immersed in the joy of being a father at that time, and he couldn't extricate himself and couldn't care about it.

"Sister Yingluo, how did you deal with the matter with the rabbit spirit in the end?"

Mo Xiaohe held a plate of melon seeds and chatted with Yingluo, Mrs. Gu's wedding yard has a special hall for entertaining guests, which is used to receive guests on weekdays.

This year, the weather is abnormal, the hot people will be out of breath, the supply of ice is tight, only the rich or the expensive can buy it, and the ordinary people have no share at all. Or Yingluo said the same, directly from the black market to find someone to deploy, this can make the inner room cool, Mo Xiaohe can sleep well at night.

"I quit my family, he took the initiative to propose, and my father and mother opened his mouth and felt that I had been wronged, so he compensated me a lot of things."

Speaking of Xu Yanhui, Yingluo's tone was light, and she hooked the corners of her mouth mockingly. It's not that she didn't have hope for him before, it's just that the two grew up together and know each other too well, especially the black history of climbing trees and catching birds when they were young, and the man was still peeing his pants at the age of five.

The reason why we can't be together is very funny, Xu Yanhui is afraid that they will quarrel in the future, and Yingluo will use these black histories to talk about things.

Later, when she died, she could see through a lot of things, and she was really insecure to find a husband who was more beautiful than herself, she was a bit deviant and liked to control everything in her hands.

At the mention of Xu Yanhui, Yingluo felt a little disappointed, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds, pretended not to care, and said, "Little lotus girl, your husband has a benefactor, you know, right?" ”

Of course you do!

Mo Xiaohe looked at Yingluo in surprise, wondering why the other party suddenly brought up this topic. In the previous paragraph, the husband had already recognized the benefactor and mentioned Xiang'er. When Xiang'er was killed, the benefactor was on his way to Kyoto, and it was impossible for him to be a murderer.

Speaking of Xiang'er, Mo Xiaohe's heart was blocked, until now, the wanted warrant of the Yamen has not been withdrawn, a few months have passed, there is no progress, the Yamen does not seem to investigate, the longer it drags on, the more difficult it is to find the murderer, and a lot of evidence has been destroyed.

"At that time, Wang Ze went to the black market to ask for medicine, I really didn't know about the son of his criminal department, his father spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, the backyard was a mess, his wife was framed by his father's concubine, and the heir was difficult, thanks to you for him, otherwise, he could be a father?"

Yingluo tapped Mo Xiaohe's forehead with her hand, such a big favor, she didn't go to someone for help, and waited for the news stupidly. She is in the black market and is well-informed, but the black market has the rules of the black market, and she does not interfere in the official affairs between the government and the government, and she can only help with ideas, and the rest can not help.

"This ......"

Mo Xiaohe was a little dizzy, her family population was relatively simple, and her father had never taken a concubine, so she couldn't figure out the relationship between the characters in the mansion, and her mind turned for a while before she realized that the concubine of Wu Jinshi, the murderer of his wife, who met on the official boat, was the sister of Wang Ze's father's concubine, this chaotic character relationship!

"That negative man who reads, I know, he asked someone to send news to the Shilang Mansion, and he wants to rely on this relationship to see if he can take advantage of the loopholes and wait for a shortage."

For Wu Jinshi, Yingluo sneered, people are not as good as heaven, the concubine in the Shilang Mansion has fallen out of favor, Wang Ze doesn't know what means he used, and found out that he has no heirs for a long time, it is the concubine's hands and feet, so the concubine was sent to Zhuangzi.

Seeing that the favored concubine has no value, Wu Jinshi, a smart person, naturally wants to go through other ways, and recently got close to the entourage of several high-ranking officials.

Don't underestimate the entourage, sometimes the role is not small, Wu Jinshi gave a few gifts, and easily entered the mansion of a certain adult, and became a doorman with peace of mind. But man's ambition has no end, and he will not be satisfied with what he has gained in the present. "Sister Yingluo, have you gone to treat your benefactor's leg?"

After a big circle, the topic was pulled back again. The benefactor's leg bone was broken and not connected, so he became lame, and there were several dark diseases on his leg. But he is quite stubborn, and would rather be a cripple than beg for help.

Mo Xiaohe mentioned this matter vaguely once, but Yingluo didn't take it to heart, and she couldn't force anything.

"Yes, I think he's good, so ......"

Yingluo only said half of it, and let Mo Xiaohe experience the rest. The thought of the man flushed her cheeks.

She is a disciple of the divine doctor, how many people hold a daughter in their hands and beg her to see a doctor, everything depends on her mood, Yingluo feels that studying medicine is to benefit the world, but she is not a savior, of course, she can only be saved by looking at people who are pleasing to the eye, as for the rest, life and death are fateful.

People are also strange, she suddenly found out in her conscience that she wanted to show her medical skills and treat his leg disease, but he refused, the more this happened, Yingluo had to take care of his legs, at least break it first, and then connect it.

She tied someone up, broke his leg bones, and saw that his face was distorted in pain, and she didn't say a word, and she didn't know why, Yingluo's heart was pounding, and she was conquered so easily.

"His human nature is worse than a stone in a pit."

Although Yingluo said this, there was a touch of sweetness on her face. He hates her, so she pesters him, anyway, she has a message channel and can always find him.

"Sister Yingluo, seeing that you are determined to succeed, I almost thought that you were the murderer of Xiang'er......"

Because she is too familiar, Mo Xiaohe has no taboos to joke, she knows that Yingluo will not mind at all, on the contrary, she will feel that the two sisters are very close.

Sure enough, Yingluo sneered after hearing this, "I would use such a clumsy method? A dose of poison guarantees that the yamen's work will not find out the cause of death, and it can be used so bloody? ”

Regarding the murderer, Yingluo sent someone to investigate and knew it, but she didn't mention it for the time being. Now Mo Xiaohe's body is heavy, depending on the situation, there is a possibility of premature birth, and in the last ten days, he must be prepared.

"However, he has had a lady, although he is not ladylike." After all, he is the benefactor of his husband, Mo Xiaohe is not good at slandering anything, but he has had such a past, and he is not a good match. Xu Tietou has similarities with his experience, but his cousin is not a yellow flower girl, so she is a good match, anyway, she feels that Yingluo is at a loss.

"What does it matter, anyway, that person is out of the wall, and now it can be regarded as self-inflicted."

Yingluo waved her hand, unconcerned. Seeing that she is about to reach her twentieth year, she once thought about not marrying in this life, but then she felt that for so many years, she was very lonely alone, and there was another reason, she had a strange temperament, and there were too few people who could look at her.

Since you have a heartbeat, it's better to hold it in your hands and live a good life.

This book was first published by Lewen, please do not reprint!