Jiang Lingran lay straight on the bed, staring intently at the big red hundred-son and thousand-grandson play tent above his head.

This account was hung up when she and Meng Zhipei got married, implying that they had a noble son and a prosperous person.

Until she gave birth to Yi'er, this account was always hanging.

Later, Yi'er was gone, and Xiang Zhu was afraid that she would be sad when she saw the tent, so she put it away and replaced it with a light pink embroidered red pomegranate tent.

Pomegranate has many seeds, which still means that the branches and leaves are scattered and the descendants are extended.

It stands to reason that she just lost her son, and she shouldn't use this kind of account, but the people of Pingsu Hou's Mansion are too thin, when the old Hou Ye and the old Hou wife have been married for many years and have nothing to do, they have been asking for medicine and worshipping God and Buddha for many years, and finally, at the age of twenty and two years old in the old Hou Lady, Meng Zhipei was born like a golden pimple.

After many years, until the death of the old marquis, the Hou Mansion did not add Ding.

It can be imagined that Mrs. Lao Hou and Meng Zhipei want to continue the urgency of the heir.

Meng Zhipei inherited the knight at the age of nine, and when he was ten years old, the old marquis began to choose a wife for him in the capital, and he was a marquis, and he grew up with a face carved in ice and jade and a gentle temperament like water, which is simply the template of the high-quality husband written in the book, so most of the women who are suitable for marriage in the capital have quietly admired him, but he has not looked down on any of them.

This delay reached the age of seventeen, and the anxious old lady Hou couldn't sleep all night, if it weren't for the distress of her son and the scruple of the mansion, the old lady would have wanted to drag one back to the church.

It wasn't until the sixth year of Tianhe, in mid-autumn September, at a flower banquet in the Rongguo Mansion that Meng Zhipei saw her for the first time with her grandmother at the banquet...

At the age of nineteen, he married her.

At the age of twenty-four, she killed him!

The poisoned tea, Meng Zhipei drank it, and she drank it too, but how did it become the current scene when she opened her eyes?

Jiang Lingran suddenly got up and opened the tent.

The inner room was as silent as night, the bright daylight piercing through the panes and leaving a long slanting shadow on the floor, and a thin and suitable incense permeated from the gilded amphora incense burner.

Affected by this tranquility, Jiang Lingran's drum-like heartbeat slowly calmed down, she got off the bed and walked outside, the elegant and warm furnishings, without the slightest messy and bloody.

She's not dead!?

Was she rescued? Who will save her in the Hou Mansion?

What about Meng Zhipei? I won't be rescued too!!

Thinking of this possibility, Jiang Lingran's heartstrings suddenly tightened, and she relaxed again when she thought about it.

Impossible, a knife in the front chest and a knife in the back of the heart are all fatal injuries, even if he can detoxify, he will never live!

There was a "squeak" and the door was pushed open.

Jiang Lingran didn't know who was outside the door, so he took a defensive step back, and saw a touch of warm green flash outside the door, accompanied by a shallow whisper: "... Hearing the sound, Mrs. Xu is woke up. As soon as the words fell, a man walked in.

This person is wearing an off-white fur-inlaid armor on the top, a warm green pleated skirt on the bottom, thin eyebrows and almond eyes, and it is actually a bamboo.

Jiang Lingran's eyes widened, and just wanted to ask her why she didn't leave, but she frowned, and she was anxious: "Why did you get up in your middle coat and don't wear shoes, how can you catch a cold?" With a "bang", he closed the door with his backhand, walked to Jiang Lingran in three steps and two steps, and pulled her to the inner room.

Jiang Lingran was difficult to come back to his senses in this strange scene, and he didn't have any superfluous reaction when he was pulled away by Xiang Zhu.

Xiang Zhu was very troubled by Jiang Lingran's behavior of not caring for herself, pressed her back to the couch, and brought the clothes that were baked on the stove, and waited for her to put them on. Although these two days are warmer than the previous days, it is only the first month of the new year, and it is not too much to say that the water has turned into ice! You dare to run out barefoot like this, you really think you are iron, not afraid of freezing! ”

Jiang Lingran is very familiar with this kind of fragmented thoughts in Xiangzhu's daily life, and she feels very cordial for a while, so she has no intention of arguing, but when she hears a word clearly, she can't keep calm, New Year?!

A mysterious and mysterious thought exploded in his brain, and the shocked Jiang Lingran shuddered.

Xiang Zhu saw her trembling, and saw that her eyes were straight and her face was pale, so he was even more anxious, and raised his voice to call: "Qingyu, come in." ”

A crisp voice outside the door belched and agreed, and the hurried footsteps approached, Jiang Lingran raised his eyes to look at the little girl who walked in - with a bright smile, vivid and lively, without the helplessness of crying in his memory, and the embarrassment of his face full of snot and tears.

Qingyu glanced at Jiang Lingran, then glanced at Xiangzhu, covered her lips and smiled: "Is Madam disobedient again?" Look at Sister Xiangzhu's stinky face. ”

Xiang Zhu's face was flat, and he reprimanded: "Don't be big or small, still think it's home?" If someone hears it, where can I put my wife's face? ”

Qingyu was busy making a teach, but secretly naughtily stuck out her tongue at Jiang Lingran.

Xiang Zhu didn't care about correcting Qingyu's problem, which couldn't be changed, and hurriedly said: "You go and tell the kitchen to boil a bowl of thick ginger soup." ”

Hearing this, Qingyu looked at Jiang Lingran: "Madame, is she uncomfortable?" ”

Xiang Zhu gently probed Jiang Lingran's forehead and said, "It seems to be a little cold, but it doesn't burn, drink a bowl of hot ginger soup to drive away the cold." ”

Qingyu looked at Jiang Lingran's expression, frowned, and said, "It's probably that I was frozen last night when I was waiting for the Hou Ye." "Hurry up and command.

Jiang Lingran's mind was buzzing, and she was waited by Xiangzhu to dress and wash her without possession, until she drank a bowl of ginger tea and flew out of the clouds, her thoughts slowly returned, she held the still warm tea bowl, and looked at the two people guarding in front of her.

It's so real!

It's all too real!

Don't believe the truth!

"Go and bring me the yellow calendar." She put down the tea bowl and said a little confused.

Xiang Zhu didn't think much about it, and asked in his mouth, "What date does Madame want to check?" He turned around and took it without stopping, and took it out for a moment and presented it to Jiang Lingran.

Seeing the "Tianhe Nine Year Calendar" written in thick ink on the book, Jiang Lingran's fingertips trembled, if I remember correctly, she and Meng Zhipei died together in the cold dew of the twelfth year of Tianhe.

Xiang Zhu saw that Jiang Lingran's mood was wrong, and frowned: "Madam, are you okay?" ”

Jiang Lingran shook his head, pretended to be calm and took the yellow calendar book, and opened it.

Every year I received a new yellow calendar book, Xiangzhu will mark the days that need to be remembered throughout the year, so as not to forget and lose the etiquette.

And every day that passes, Xiangzhu will draw a vertical path with a pen on the past day.

Jiang Lingran looked at the days when Dai Bi stroked, and the viscera that was ironed by the ginger soup suddenly became noisy.

It's not that she's not dead, but she's back!

In the ninth year of Tianhe, the sixth day of the second month - the third month of her marriage to Meng Zhipei!

Suddenly the scenes of the previous life came to mind, the disgusting and bloody past, and the unfinished mouthful of bloody blood when he was dying...