All the arrangements seemed to be providential.

Wen Wanyi's eyes were sluggishly crooked on the kang, and she saw that Fragrance instructed the little girls to pack up her clothes, this is to leave the ancestral family, she has no strength to grit her teeth, hatred is engraved in her heart, God let this person have a good treasure is to create a catastrophe for her, if there is no good treasure, how can she insist on taking advantage of the grandfather's absence to marry in a hurry, and there will be no humiliation today.

So in the final analysis, the good treasure is providence, a calamity, hatred, and a thorn in the flesh.

"Miss, it's all done."

Fragrant choked, Wen Wanyi's wife doesn't count, and her room will no longer exist, and she is not so reluctant to leave her grandfather, but she feels that life is like a boat floating on the crest of the waves, up and down, and she can't bear it.

"Help me up."

Wen Wanyi raised her arms, and then fell softly, feeling that even breathing was unbearable.

Fragrance came over and carried her off the kang, paced a few steps on the ground, and saw that the big bags and small bags were piled up in front of her, Wen Wanyi didn't know where the strength came from, she suddenly rushed over, pulled with both hands, and all the big bags and small bags fell to the ground, and then she gritted her teeth fiercely, and the corners of her mouth were oozing blood.

The girls in the room have ancestral families and Wen families, and they are all silent.

The curtain was raised, and he walked into Zu Gongluo, seeing the atmosphere in the room, he already understood what was going on, so he stepped forward to pick up a burden on the ground and put it on the jade case, thinking about whether he should comfort Wen Wanyi, and it would be too ruthless to ignore it. Just as he was hesitating, Wen Wanyi had already fallen into his arms, crying silently: "Gongluo, don't drive me away." ”

People are not plants. Zu Gongluo patted Wen Wanyi's back gently: "Wan'er, if you want to live here, no one will drive you away, but you can no longer call yourself the wife of my Zu Gongluo." ”

Wen Wanyi looked up at him, tears rippling: "If I can't marry you, what if I live in Qionglou Yuyu." ”

Grandpa sighed slightly: "Why can't we be like before, I call you Sister Wan'er." You call me Brother Gonglu. ”

Wen Wanyi suddenly pushed him hard, causing herself to pull herself out of his arms, and said sadly: "I wanted to marry you when I was very young. I finally looked forward to growing up and could marry you, but you empathized and said goodbye. ”

Grandpa knew a little that she was insinuating Shanbao again, so he brushed his face: "As early as last spring, I discussed with my father to withdraw from the marriage, and it was also the marriage that my father and Uncle Wen set for you and me. I don't know. If you are blindly entangled, you will be tired of yourself and others, why bother, you take care, I will let the fierce son send you back. ”

After saying that, he walked to the door.

Wen Wanyi pounced on him, threw herself into the air, fell to the ground, and then struggled to crawl. When I climbed to the door, I saw that my grandfather had already strode away. She grabbed what she threw like crazy, smashed everything in the house, and finally collapsed on the kang from exhaustion.

Fragrance was no longer surprised, hugged Wen Wanyi, who was panting tiredly, and cried: "Miss, don't be like this, this family can't accommodate our girls, let's go, you are a dignified wooden gang girl Shaodong, beautiful and beautiful, rich and rich, and I am worried that I can't find a good man to love." ”

It is rare, Wen Wanyi did not shout that she was not a grandfather and would not marry, but smiled coldly, as cold as the cold of the three winters, and the bottom of her eyes was even colder as if frozen, the hatred of her teeth, painful heart, word by word, gritted her teeth and spit out: "Zu Gongluo how ruthless he is, more than 20 years of feelings, I thought that I could exchange it for the second half of my life, he said that he would abandon it like a shoe, I was tired of being entangled for so long, so I simply fulfilled him, from now on, I am not the female Shaodong of the Wood Gang, I am the big boss of the Wood Gang, from now on, I am slightly incompatible with my grandfather, Don't share the sky with Shanbao! ”

After she finished speaking, she spit out a mouthful of blood on the ground, and the blue brick ground was like a flower blooming on the other side, so hurtful, people are in the red dust, and the heart is on the other side.

Zu Gong can be better, the Tao is ruthless, but it is not without a little love, but it can't rise to the love of men and women.

At nightfall, Mengzi came back from outside and reported to him: "Miss Wen went back, Young Master Wen didn't say anything, Young Grandma Wen said something very unpleasant, what an abandoned woman, what a cousin's wife, Miss Wen was so angry that she vomited blood again." ”

Zu Gongluo frowned slightly, clamped his two fingers, cut off the excessively long wick, and said: "You go to the good girl and ask her if she has a good way to regulate her body, if she has, you can send it to Wan'er when you go back." ”

Mengzi hesitated a little: "I don't know if the good girl is willing or not." ”

Zu Gong smiled slightly: "That's Shanbao, not Wen Wanyi." ”

The implication is that although they are both beautiful and intelligent, they are two people with different temperaments.

Mengzi bowed down and answered, and then went to Baoxia.

Shanbao is fiddling with the wooden hairpin under the lamp, treasured for a long time has not been worn, and now take it out, the heart is full of emotion, the floor bronze mirror is inserted in the bun, the left and right photos, trance back to the day of Changqing Mountain, his slender fingers slowly spread out, the palm of his hand is a wooden hairpin, thinking about what kind of feeling he should have when he carved a knife, I hope that your heart is like my heart.

I was reluctant to wear it, so I took it down again and put it in the brocade bag around my waist.

Ah Ke came in and reported: "Grandma, the fierce son is here." ”

Although this title Shanbao is extremely annoying, she can't help it, in the ancestral family, she is such an embarrassing identity, her feelings are suddenly low, and she nodded and motioned for Ah Ke to lure Mengzi in.

After Mengzi came in, he first looked at Jin Se, who was waiting to sew and mend his clothes, and then said to Shanbao: "Master Hou asked if you have a good way to condition your body." ”

Li Qingzhao lowered his head and nibbled on a peach, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "What's wrong with Gongluo?" ”

Mengzi didn't know how to answer.

Shanbao understood it and was a little helpless: "Miss Wen's illness has been going on for a long time, and it is not impossible if you want to recuperate, dare to ask Master Hou if you can make Miss Wen change her mind, otherwise, she will not be able to return to heaven after eating the elixir." ”

The fierce son sighed.

Li Qingzhao heard that his grandfather was asking for a prescription for Wen Wanyi, and said angrily: "Master Hou is very affectionate, since this is the case, why separate." ”

Shanbao picked up a peach from the glass plate on the kang table and stuffed it into her hand, and said: "I can't say that, there is no love between husband and wife and friends, not to mention how many years they have known each other, just like practitioners, they are used to smelling chickens and dancing, if they don't practice for a day, they seem to be missing something, they are uncomfortable, Hou Ye and Miss Wen have known each other for so long, and Miss Wen will definitely not be able to bear it if they are separated suddenly, unless they practice the Huaihua Treasure Book, they are ruthless to themselves and even more ruthless to others." ”

Li Qingzhao listened to what she said and didn't understand it very well, so he asked, "What about practicing the Huaihua Treasure Book?" ”

Shanbao said: "If you practice this skill, you need to lead the knife from the palace." ”

Li Qingzhao still didn't understand: "What does it mean to draw a knife from the palace?" ”

Shanbao looked at Mengzi and was inconvenient to answer, so he could only say: "Let's listen to the next decomposition." (To be continued.) )

ps: Thank you "Wanying" for giving away a monthly pass, I am so happy!