Miaomiao's mother died early, and Shen's father had not remarried at that time, and Miaomiao was still the pearl of her Shen Mansion.

It's just that one day, Father Shen pulled Miaomiao in front of him, and inexplicably stroked her heart and talked to her: "Miaomiao, my father came to introduce you to someone, and she will treat you well in the future as her own, okay?" Although the little doll at that time couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, it became more and more cold in the bottom of her heart when she understood it.

How can anyone in the world be nice to someone who has nothing to do with him?

Later, she married the thirteenth prince who was the most powerless and powerless in the whole court and the opposition, and the woman trembled with laughter when she heard this, and the corners of her lips curved like a stealing cat. Behind Father Shen, he pointed at Miaomiao's eyes and mocked word by word: "No matter what the eldest girl says, she is also married to the emperor's relatives, and the daughter who marries out is even more spilled water, please don't forget her mother's family in the future." ”

On the day she lost power, she was tied under a locust tree in the yard and her clothes were untidy.

The woman hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled wildly, and the woman casually picked up a piece of wood from the ground, gritted her teeth: "Finally, today should let me vent my evil anger-" The stick fell on her, and she couldn't even escape, and for a while she could only hear her screams in the yard, which was heartbreaking, and miserable!

At that time, she was only sixteen.

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Speaking of this again, Wen Gongzi saw Miao Miao dressed up on the street, and was about to call her loudly, but saw her in a hurry, which was very good.

Wen Yan had a bad premonition in her heart, so she simply followed Miaomiao secretly to see what she was going to do.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and walked to the river outside the city.

Wen Yan was stunned, what are you doing here? Unexpectedly, he was so stunned that he lost people. Isn't it Miaomiao who found out about stalking her by herself? Wen Yan was unwilling to look for it, and suddenly a voice came from a distance, shouting with the fishy smell of the evening breeze: "Shopkeeper Shen, these little fish have been loaded for you, remember to bring them back to Qin Chu'er when the time comes." ”

Wen Yan's eyes widened: Ahhhh What's the situation, it's a man's voice-!

Before he could react, he saw his little wife, who had been thinking about him all the way, jumped up happily, with a childish smile on his face that he had never seen before, and ran forward, Qin Chu also moved his round body to chase after him. Wen Yan's gaze moved forward a little further, and he saw a tall and rough man carrying a basket of fish in his hand, smiling honestly and looking at Miaomiao, the picture was surprisingly harmonious and wonderful.

His mind was as exquisite as Wen Yan, and his mind was blank for a while.

Xiao Qing'er called out from afar, causing the woman to look back: "Shopkeeper!" Shopkeeper, it turns out that you are really here, really teach me and my uncle to find it! ”

Therefore, when a handsome boy who thinks too much and feels that the top of his head is green, and he is so tired that he is out of breath, reluctantly sits in the Cheng family's small shop on the shore of Luhu Lake, the only thing he can do is to stare at the Cheng butcher who is smiling enthusiastically, staring, staring hard.

"I have admired the name of Prince Wen for a long time, and I am fortunate to meet you today, please have a meal." The butcher smiled and pushed a bowl of rice towards Wen Yan, touching the back of his head with some restraint.

How did things get to this point?!

Wen Yan looked at the white rice in front of him helplessly, and his heart was full of mixed tastes.

Looking at the little woman beside her, she looked easy-going, as if she was dining at home--you can see that she is very familiar with the man called Cheng Butcher.

Wen Yan was silent, watched the changes, took a bite of the fragrant and soft rice, and suddenly felt a little sour. But seeing that the butcher picked up the rice bowl, he raised his head and drank the rice porridge inside; When he lowered his head, he found that a few drops of porridge had been spilled on the placket of his clothes, so he lifted the placket of his clothes, stretched out his tongue and licked the drops of porridge into his mouth. Smacking his tongue, he raised his eyes and looked at Miaomiao, "Shopkeeper Shen tried to see a certain grilled fish, the heat is just right today, the outside is scorched and the inside is tender, it's really delicious, right, Wen Wengongzi, please"

There were a few more black lines in front of Wen Yan's forehead, and there were enough to cook a pot of noodles.