Ji Xiang was still frightened, and the rooster crowed loudly as if tearing her apart. Subconsciously patted her chest, and Xi Po brought a cup of hot tea here.

After that, I heard Xi Po say:

"The bride will serve tea, and she will honor her mother-in-law in the future, and give birth to a noble son early."

After listening to those auspicious words, Ji Xiang knelt on the futon in front of him according to Xi Po's guidance.

"Mother, drink tea."

Wang took a sip of tea and forced a bracelet.

Ji Xiang didn't know jade, but he could see that the table was not in good condition.

This family is also about poor.

Xi Po shouted that it was time to enter the house, and led the man to a side room in the back room.

There is a happy word pasted outside, and a red silk cloth is hung, and the Xi Po does not forget to give a few words when she leads people.

A table was set up outside, and Xi Po hurried to eat meat, so she left the people and walked away.

Ji Xiang entered the dim room and lifted the curtain, for a moment, she felt that what she had thought before was too good.

There are many kinds of poor, but this one is at the bottom of the line.

The walls are rough yellow mud thatch, low beds, and a table with missing legs with two cups and a teapot on it.

The person who was standing there suddenly remembered the Chen family's ten taels of silver, and then looked at this impoverished home, the Wang family was a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and the coffin was used to buy a daughter-in-law.

The stunned person lifted the corner of his skirt and was confused for a while.

It took a long time for her to shake her head, as if she had come to her senses. Actually, this is not bad, at least the house is a house, there is no tile to cover the head, and there is no rain.

The sick ghost is twenty years old this year, and his ability can be regarded as the number one in Yun'an Village, but last year he went up to the mountain to hunt and injured his roots, and as soon as the cold winter came, he couldn't afford to be sick.

Until the beginning of this year, a Taoist priest came here and said that he wanted to marry a lady to suppress the fierceness in his body, and it would be good to be happy with people.

When picking up this memory, Ji Xiang didn't know what to think.

After all, because of the words of this Taoist priest, he forced the original to death.

Ji Xiang sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but be curious when he looked at the bulging hill bag on the other side of the bed.

In the memory of the original owner, the faces with Chen Jie'an can be counted on one hand. Every time we meet, we also glance at it in a hurry, and I can't see it clearly at all. But as soon as she flipped out the memory of this cheap match, it was a bunch of beautiful words.

The original owner probably used what he had learned all his life to praise him.

In addition to curiosity, Ji Xiang also kept rummaging through all the memories that were beneficial to her.

The original owner is not very powerful, she has been beaten and insulted by the Lin family since she was a child, and her temperament is raised with inferiority and cowardice, and she will not take the initiative to speak when she sees people, and in addition to those foul words in her head, she has all kinds of work experience.

"Ahem......"

There was a cough on the other side of the bed.

After thinking about it for a while, I knew that it was my sick ghost who woke up.

Ji Xiang hurriedly picked up the red curtain and wanted to put it back, but he was in a hurry for a while, and a low voice came from there.

"Can you help me...... Ahem, pour a glass of water...... cough cough cough ......"

Xu hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, Chen Jiean's throat was extremely itchy, and after a sentence of explanation, he kept coughing.

Ji Xiang was stunned, remembering that he had stomped his feet and shook his head and squeezed his eyebrows before, did he see it all. Hearing that the cough was serious, she didn't care about being embarrassed, so she smiled lightly, poured a cup of tea and brought it to the bedside.

"Xianggong? The tea is still warm and can be pressed. ”

Chen Xie An woke up as soon as she came in, took a sip of tea, and really got better. Looking at Ji Xiang again, there was a little surprise in his eyes.

Ji Xiang is from the head of the village, and he has seen him a few times when he came back from the county seat before. But every time I see him, I quickly bow my head. After a few times, he didn't look down on the little girl.

Look at it now, her eyes are shining, like starlight. The originally plain face also looks good because of this.

"I'm sorry."

Ji Xiang is still surprised here, this husband is too good-looking, although his eyebrows and eyes are haggard and lose a little brilliance, but from a distance, the facial features and the mandible carved by the knife are the classical beautiful boys in his previous life.

Ji Xiang put down the teacup, this bed has been around for a long time, and it creaks when he moves slightly.

"Xianggong, it's useless to just say I'm sorry, just treat me well in the future." Ji Xiang understands that he is cheap and fair, and he has to marry a wife when he is dying, this is not delaying other girls. Since he said this, it means that this man's heart is warm.

The original owner's original family is not very good, and if he stays for a few more years, the end will not be better than now. It's just that the original owner didn't figure it out, and he met a selfish person like the Lin family again.

I feel sorry for the original owner who died, and I feel like I have a foreign object in my eyes. She blinked, like a hare caught by Chen Jie'an a few years ago.

"Well, I'll do my best."

Chen Xie An nodded seriously, he had heard about her, but he had not intervened once. Now, this is his wife, and as long as he is alive, let her be well for a long time.

Ji Xiang seemed to have received some promise, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.

The skin that has been working all year round and the vicissitudes of life looks a lot brighter under the aura of those eyes, and Chen Jie'an's heart is hot.

"Xiang'er, can I call you that?"