Wu Nuandong really treats Luo Yuhan very well, she is trying to gradually transform her emotions from love between men and women into family affection, so that Luo Yuhan, her, and Cheng Zijing are the best. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It was impossible for her to ignore Luo Yu's cold-blooded and cold feelings, so she could only change her mind.

After a few years or more than ten years, won't all vigorous love be sublimated into family affection?

She couldn't bear him to be hurt, she couldn't bear him to be lonely, she couldn't bear him to be lonely, when she remembered the snowy night when she was chasing the rebels, the two of them huddled in the tent erected by Pu Ye, Luo Yuhan stayed up all night to warm her stupidly, Wu Nuandong's heart was still throbbing, so she couldn't lie to herself, and treated him as cold and alienated as a stranger.

She always remembered that on that day that year, the dignified and mighty man knelt on one knee and looked at her with evil eyes stubbornly and solemnly, and said stupidly with a handsome face, "The reason why I show myself to be a child, I only hope that my wife will not be ridiculed because of me, only that my wife will be my only woman in this life, and only that my wife will ...... It's you! ’

Wu Nuandong actually knew that Luo Yuhan would do what he said, and in this life, he would rather be alone than marry again.

Yes, it is another marriage. In Luo Yuhan's heart, the day Wu Nuandong set up a tomb for him was the moment when the two got married, and since he was already married, how could he look at other women.

That tombstone made Wu Nuandong suffer for a long time, but it could make Luo Yuhan persistent for a lifetime.

In this love, everyone has received the same joy, sorrow and melancholy, and no one owes anyone.

Stove deliveries are usually held at dusk and nightfall.

The samurai ladies drank in the backyard and played the 'killing game' they had improved on the boat. The men first went to the stove room, set up a table, and offered incense to the king of the stove in the shrine on the wall of the stove, and offered sacrifices such as Kanto sugar, sugar melon, stove fruit, and pig's head made in the early morning. Then the warrior men came out of the stove room, took bamboo strips and began to weave them.

Cheng Zijing made it up twice, looked up at Wu Nuandong in the pavilion holding a crystal cup with his chin on his chin and sipping it shallowly, smiled shallowly, and then lowered his head to weave it, his movements were slower than that of Wu Shanyou, a little baby.

"These women aren't afraid to get drunk either!" Wu Xia Zhi shook his head, the smell of wine had already hooked their gluttony, and his eyes glanced at the pavilion with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred. He didn't dare to drink more in the imperial capital, for fear that the wine would make a mistake, and he was happy to return to Hezhou, but when it came to the end of the year, it was the time when men were busy, and there were not many opportunities to drink.

The old man patted his strong shoulder, "Don't be distracted, take a good sacrifice!" ”

Wu Xia Zhi wiped his face and quickly pulled himself back from the atmosphere of wine.

Feng Yan'er drank all the wine in the glass and burped, causing Zhou to chuckle twice, "It's not good for you, the county magistrate, to get drunk and faint first." ”

"It's delicious, it's delicious! I always feel that the wine at home is better than that sold in drinking shops. She drank fruit wine, mainly sweet and sour, and the alcohol content was not high, but she couldn't stand it from drinking cup by cup.

Wu Nuandong glanced at her a few times, "It's useless, I'll give you a few altars when I go back." ”

"What I brought back was brought back, and now I drink it in my stomach, it's different. Besides, you don't know how many sisters and sisters I have in my family, and they all have to rob me. Feng Yan'er was already drunk, holding the wine bottle and refusing to let go, she staggered up and wanted to find Wu Xingzhou.

Zhao hurriedly hugged her, pressed her back to her seat, and said softly: "Silly girl, as the saying goes: men don't worship the moon, women don't sacrifice to the stove, what are you going to do!" ”

Feng Yan'er smirked twice, lying on the table as if she was asleep, but fortunately, although she was a talker, she was still good at drinking, except for her love of wandering, there was nothing else wrong with her. Zhou and Chen Huan looked after her left and right, but there was no joke.

The game couldn't be played, and a few samurai women stayed in the gazebo and chatted.

"Why don't men worship the moon and women don't sacrifice to the stove?" Wu Nuandong drank red wine, his face was dyed wine red, and his eyes were still clear.

Qian said: "Chang'e runs to the moon, since then the moon resident moon god is Chang'e, if a man bows, it will make people feel ill-intentioned, is to the beautiful Chang'e courtesy, so on the night of August 15, men are not allowed to bow." In the same way, legend has it that the king of the stove, dressed in red, looks like a beauty. In short, the appearance is handsome, and the worship of women is contrary to the principle that men and women do not kiss. Therefore, men do not worship the moon and women do not sacrifice to the stove, which has the meaning of avoiding suspicion. ”

"Isn't there still a Grandma Stove King by Grandpa Zaojun's side?" Tan's books are not fake, and he is really not clear about this kind of market customs. It was also the first time she had heard of the reason for this.

"So you should avoid it in front of Grandma Stove King." Zhao smiled all over his face, revealing a look that all women knew.

Women's desire for monopoly is not less than that of men, and sometimes it is even greater, so it is not difficult to understand.

While the women were chatting, the samurai man had already prepared the paper horses and the forage to feed the animals, and got up and returned to the stove.

After a while, there was a burst of sweet taste of maltose in the stove room, and Qian whispered: "This is saccharified, applied around the stove king's mouth, and used to sweeten his mouth." ”

Sure enough, the old man's confident voice came from the stove room, "Please say more if you have good words, and please don't say anything if you have bad words." Then the old man took down the idol in the shrine, invited him out in a dignified manner, and put it in the courtyard where the paper horses and forage were piled up, and set it on fire.

The courtyard was lit by fire, and the small kitchens of other courtyards were also faintly visible.

The warrior man bowed around the fire, and the old man prayed: "This year is the twenty-third again, and I will send the stove king to the west sky." There are strong horses and forage, and the road is safe and windy. The sugar melon offered is sweet and sweet, please say good words to the Jade Emperor. ”

Qian lowered his voice, "In the years of civil strife, there were beggars dressed up in disguise, singing the song of sending the stove from house to house, and dancing the dance of sending the stove, called 'sending the stove god', in exchange for food. At that time, Nuan Nuan was not born yet, so you never met. ”

Tan Shi took a sip of wine and whispered: "I have seen beggars wearing colorful clothes with messy cloth, singing and dancing, very lively, but at that time, I was young, and I didn't notice why the beggars who sang the song of sending the stove were only men. ”

Tan never talked about her family background, only knew that she was a Damen lady who escaped to Pingji Town with the help of her brother Tan Tu. Hearing this, Qian said with a smile: "Ling'er is from Fangzhou!" It's as if only the beggars there wear colorful clothes. ”

Tan's jaw, "It's over there, not far from Qinzhou." ”

No matter how much Qian didn't ask, anyway, she liked this daughter-in-law, and her son also liked this daughter-in-law, so it was enough. Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and there is no need to pick up the eight generations of people's ancestors to trust them. After a few years of getting along, it is enough for them to understand what kind of woman Tan Ling is. What happened to her family had little to do with the samurai family.

"You haven't heard the story between Grandpa Stove and Grandma Stove King, have you?" Qian took a sip of fruit wine to moisten his throat, saw a few small ones nodding in unison, and continued: "I'll tell you about it today." ”

Tan Ling quietly breathed a sigh of relief, her smile became thicker and thicker, she was grateful for her mother-in-law's trust and touched her mother-in-law's thoughtfulness, and glanced at Wu Xingyi, who was still focusing on the sacrificial stove not far away, her eyes were full of tenderness, and her face was full of happiness. (To be continued.) )