Yes, who doesn't have children or daughters? Who's not living next door? That's not enough to criticize, but I don't think there's something right!

Although there is an eaves to shelter from the wind and rain, Jiang Yao always has to leave, and she can't keep bothering the village chief's family.

In her previous life, she was the daughter of Bofu Wenchang, and her status sounded extremely noble in this small village, but compared with the truly noble King Xiangjun, she was just from a small family in Kyoto.

In order to marry the king of Xiangjun, from the age of fifteen to the eve of her marriage, she studied hard day and night, from knitting to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and finally got the approval of His Majesty.

Everyone in Kyoto knows that the king of Xiangjun has a deep love for the girl in Wenchangbo's mansion, and Jiang Yao has never doubted it, how can she pay so hard, but she will not end up dying well!

All the things in her previous life were only a day and night away for her, and she still had a piercing pain when she recalled it.

"Yao'er! Yao'er! What happened to you? ”

Jiang Yao came back to her senses and found that the tears in the corners of her eyes had stained her sleeves, and the person who loved her the most in the world was looking at her anxiously.

She wiped her tears, sniffed hard and said, "It's okay...... but I think of the future, I'm afraid that I will wronged my mother......

Jiang touched her head and hugged the person in his arms, "Silly child, it was my mother who wronged you." ”

"How can there be grievances, Yao'er is doing well, and it will be better in the future." As she spoke, she raised the handkerchief she was embroidering in her hand, revealing a bright smile, as long as she left the blood-sucking home, everything would be fine.

Yes, it will be better, it is said that the past is like a cloud of smoke, but the skills she learned are really still with her.

This long-lost double-sided embroidered handkerchief will definitely be sold for a good price when it is taken to the colorful embroidery pavilion in the town.

Jiang's eyes were stained with sorrow, and after hesitation, he couldn't help but ask, "Yao'er, who did you learn the needle technique of this veil from?" ”

Jiang Yao's subordinates paused slightly, at this time, she even embroidered mandarin ducks like wild ducks, let alone such an exquisite double-sided embroidery?

"Uh......" Jiang Yao looked at Jiang in embarrassment.

Jiang was even more suspicious, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were almost twisted.

"Uh...... This morning I went up the mountain, the road was too slippery and accidentally fell unconscious, and I saw an immortal embroidered in a dream.

Isn't all the previous life just a dream? When you have a dream, you will open your eyes for five years!

Jiang was skeptical, and her daughter had never left her side for all these years, so she could only reluctantly believe it.

There are still a lot of good people in the village, a few days of heavy snow, the mother and daughter all rely on the villagers to get by, even the bedding on the kang is taken by Aunt Zhang from her own house, although this dilapidated house has three sides of the leakage, but the mother and daughter's hearts are warm.

In the evening, the bolt picked up firewood as usual, Jiang Yao waited under the eaves, looked at the people, and the smile on his lips bloomed like a flower in the sunset.

She shook the handkerchief in her hand, her big eyes narrowed into a slit, and she beckoned, "Brother Bolt, are you here?!" ”

The bolt looked at the woman under the eaves in a daze, and the joy in his heart came from the river to the sea.

"What are you doing stupidly? Come on in! Jiang Yao saw that it stopped in the snow and hurriedly greeted.

He hadn't read much, he couldn't find words of praise, he just felt that such a woman standing under the eaves, dressed in a patched coarse cotton coat, could give a golden glow to the dilapidated hut.