The color has quietly fallen, the old locust tree in the courtyard dragged the lonely figure to watch the house, the moon disappeared, the night sky was as black as ink, and the cold drizzle was drifting, it was a night that made people anxious to go home.

The curtain in the house hummed a little song and gently patted the sleeping daughter, listening to the movement of the courtyard from time to time, the husband went out early in the morning and has not returned yet, which really made him a little relieved, although she did not experience the assassination in Yangzhou, but when she saw the iron sheet clothing sewn by Li Jingyan, it still made her tremble, the sharp long sword had pierced the armor, and the heart guard on the back cut a big hole, only half an inch to pierce the flesh.

She looked back at the leak of the pot on the table, the hour had come to two o'clock, and at this time in the past, her husband had already had dinner, teasing her daughter, even if she couldn't come back for entertainment, she would send someone back to say hello first, but now there was no news.

Is it possible that he will be angry when he is pushed outside to sleep? ’

Curtain Er sighed slightly, she knew that her husband would definitely be dissatisfied, she was really cold to him these days, the main reason was Li Jingyan's entry, although she could accept Li Jingyan in her heart, but Li Qing was not in Chang'an these days, the marriage of the two Li Xiang has become the biggest wine condiment for the citizens of Chang'an, the dignified Tang County Lord actually succumbed to a small woman in the market, almost everyone is accusing this woman who does not know the height of the sky, strong social pressure, humble background makes Curtain Er lose her smile, She felt that she really occupied the magpie's nest, and she didn't regret marrying Li Qing, but who would have thought that the small shopkeeper of an ice drink shop would become the household servant of the Tang Dynasty in just a few years.

Time passed little by little, and the hour had come to three o'clock, and her husband was still nowhere to be seen, and the curtain gradually began to become anxious.

She summoned the nurse, handed her sleeping daughter to her, and put on a dress to wait outside the house.

But as soon as she was at the door, she heard the slight sound of horses' hooves outside, followed by the creaking of the wheels stopping, and then heard Wu Xingsu's low advice, "Slow down!" Slow down! ”

The curtain was startled, and walked quickly to the door, only to see two personal soldiers supporting her husband on the left and right, and then looking at Li Qing, he was full of alcohol, his steps were staggering, he was squinting and smiling, muttering a few words from time to time, and I didn't know what he was talking about.

Seeing his wife come out, Wu Xingsu hurriedly explained: "The governor only drank a pot of wine and got drunk like this, and we didn't expect it." ”

"It's not your fault, it could be that he's in a bad mood." Curtain helped her husband and comforted the soldiers a few words, in her impression that Li Qing was drunk, it seemed that only when Wang Bing was drunk in Yibin County.

Li Qing leaned against his wife's petite body, he seemed to know that his wife was supporting him, his mouth apologized again and again, almost pressing his whole body weight on her, his mind had completely relaxed, and he entered a semi-sleep state, and when the curtain struggled to help her husband into the inner room, he fell headlong on the bed and lost consciousness.

The curtain looked at her husband who was asleep, touched his stubble face lovingly, shook his head with a smile, and removed his shoes and socks for him, wiped his face and hands and feet clean with hot water, and then it would be covered on him, and the curtain took her daughter to her side, at this time her left was within reach, and the right was her daughter who had recovered and slept sweetly, and the curtain finally settled down in the hollow, she gently stretched out her arms and hugged the two of them, and murmured and laughed: "Sleep!" My two big pigs and little piglets. ”

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At the same moment when the curtain was looking forward to her husband's home, on the other side of Chang'an, another man sat lonely on the back door steps of his house, holding half a piece of warm jasper, staring at it, tears kept flowing, and the drizzle in the sky drenched him like a chicken in soup, trembling all over, like a homeless flower.

He is the Dali Siqing of the Tang Empire, from Cui Qiao, a high-ranking official of the third grade, he is not homeless at the moment, but he does not want to return to the home full of violence and suffocating him.

For a man, the importance of marriage is self-evident, although the essence of marriage lies in the door, but in fact it is not entirely so, the door is more like a pair of shoes style, trendy, glamorous, can attract the attention of many people, attract the admiration of outsiders, talented women, natural beauty, but the comfort of this pair, only he himself knows, and the comfort of shoes is actually a woman's sex, marrying a gentle and considerate wife will be the luck of his life, on the contrary, if you marry a rough, arrogant woman, His life will be filled with remorse and helplessness.

Cui Qiao is the best footnote, he is a proud family, a Jinshi background, and his wife is the lord of the royal family, noble status, the combination of the two is the style of those shoes, flawless, his career has been greatly helped, all the way up, but in fact, his life was also ruined on this seemingly happy marriage.

This evening, he finally mustered up the courage to confide in his wife about the recent situation of the abandoned baby eighteen years ago, and he longed to be understood by his wife, even if it was just this once, he was also satisfied, but home

Then it set off, the violence did not need to be repeated, and his wife's yaksha-like face would forever dream of the rest of his life, and after a stormy beating, he, the dignified Sanpin Lord, was kicked out of the house like a dog.

Eighteen years ago, he retreated under the authority of his wife, and watched the woman he loved die of poverty and disease, and his flesh and blood were also wronged, and everyone accused her of being lowly and lowly, but she was her own daughter, and she had the responsibility to stand up and shout to the world, she had the blood of the Bolingcui clan, and she could not put on the hat of an illegitimate daughter, which required the cooperation of his wife, At least she needs to be silent.

At this moment, as long as he can recognize and return to the sect, no matter how much grievance he suffers and how much shame he encounters, he will admit it.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, there is no one on the street, Cui Qiao's legs are drenched, shivering with cold, no one in the house dares to open the door and let him in, he also knows that the light in the bedroom has long been extinguished, and his wife sleeps like a sow, ignoring his pain at all.

He walked down the streets, dejectedly, against the walls, slowly, always with the same steps, the heels of the clogs beating against the stones, he walked in a circle, and after a while, he returned to his place, looked at the closed black gate, and sighed and continued the same route, as if he were a pendulum, completely immersed in this mechanical movement.

The day finally dawned, ushered in a gray dawn, the ground was muddy, it looked very desolate, in the house, Mrs. Cui lay on the wide bed and stretched for a long time, and patted her big mouth with her fat white hand, yawned deeply, rubbed her puffy thin fish eyes, and woke up.

She slept restlessly at night, and always kept dreaming, and her dreams were very broken, including when she was young, she shoved the head of a handsome young man into her skirt; has the extravagant pomp of her daughter's marriage, which makes the eyes of all relatives and friends full of envy; There is a child who has been transferred to Beijing for a long time, which is a depressing dream.

Mrs. Cui touched to the side, but she felt empty, and then remembered that her husband was kicked out of the house by herself last night, "Let him suffer and deserve it, who let him carry himself to raise a woman back then!" Mrs. Choi felt that she was a victim and her heart was full of grievances.

She closed her eyes, her mind still echoing what her husband had said last night: 'Do you remember that baby that was thrown away eighteen years ago?' She, she is the wife of Li Qing, the current household servant. ’

'Old killer! has concealed himself for so long, and his own daughter has only married a petty official, and his illegitimate daughter is already a third-grade fate! Mrs. Cui couldn't help but grit her teeth for a while, this is too unfair.

'Humph! I still want to recognize her as my own and let myself be my own by default, what good is this? Thinking of the word 'benefit', Mrs. Cui's mind began to become active, she was originally angry, after a night of spring dreams, the anger has passed, and she began to recover her true colors, and her heart is thinking about the benefits of recognizing this family, weighing its pros and cons.

The most important thing is that the little lady's husband is now the most favored household servant, according to the latest grapevine, the emperor actually gave him a paperweight that he had used for thirty years, in the eyes of an amateur political critic like Mrs. Cui, this kind of private reward can be more valuable than a bounty and a reward of silver, so far, only Li Linfu, Zhang Ling and other prime ministers have received similar glory, their husband is not even a door, and Li Qing is not yet thirty years old.

Mrs. Cui suddenly thought of her son, his political performance is mediocre, he has been under the examination every year, and he has been a small county lord for five years, and he doesn't know when he will come out, although his in-laws agree verbally, but it has been more than half a year, but there has been no movement, if he can be promoted by Li Qing and go to the Salt and Iron Division to be an official, it is a fat difference that everyone envies.

Mrs. Cui began to slowly realize that it was actually beneficial to recognize this family, she jumped up from the bed, and the big bed screamed in pain, and the abnormally fat body above almost crushed its vertebrae.

At this moment, I don't know where Cui Qiao got a broom, he was slowly sweeping the dirt on the steps of the gate, and from time to time he smiled kindly at the surprised neighbors around, "Hehe! Getting up early to sweep the floor is also a practice for your body! ”

He didn't notice that it was still drizzling, and that he was steaming all over his body.

At this time, the door of the mansion finally creaked open, and the harsh sound of opening the door in the past was even more beautiful than Xianle at this time, Cui Qiao threw away the broom and was about to go inside, but saw a maid come out of it, standing on the steps and gently saluting him, "Master, Madame, please!" ”