In the golden autumn season, the shouts of people in the wheat field come and go.

Not far from the rear of Xiaohe Village is the Dong family's few acres of thin fields, a few years ago the second elder was reclaimed by the second elder, saying that it was to grow some melons, fruits and vegetables to eat, although the family has Wei Qilang on the top, not bad for a few dollars, but the second elder felt that no matter whether it was reason or emotion, he could not rely on his son-in-law to live like this, so he still reclaimed the field and planted some food.

All the slides on the edge of the ridge were planted with sunflowers, and the remaining piece of triangular self-reserved land was planted by Dong's father with some barley, and in the autumn, this barley can be used to make wine.

The wine made from barley is fragrant and sweet, and it is the only one in Xiaohe Village, a broken place.

At this time, on the wheat field, Wei Shichiro was holding a wheat shovel in his hand, crushing the wheat one by one, and the golden grains of wheat fell off the wheat stalks with his movements.

Dong's father's body is getting worse and worse, and Dong's mother has been unable to do work in recent years, and when it comes to rainy weather, the bones all over her body are in unbearable pain, so all the work that needs to be taken care of inside and outside the house falls on Wei Qilang's body, and the third brother Dong Yun left home in his early years, and he hasn't come back for several years.

Dong's father felt sorry for his son-in-law and couldn't do heavy work, so he wanted to share some work for him, so he sat on the side of the field, held an old dustpan in his hand, dusted the wheat grains that Wei Qilang had beaten again, and then put them into a bag on the side and tied them up.

In the afternoon, in the distance, Dong Ru walked over with a small basket.

As the sun set, a golden halo shone on the body of Wei Shichiro in the field, he was lowering his head, patting the wheat under his hands, and wearing a short-sleeved thin shirt, wide and loose, so from the placket was looming, revealing some strong muscles, in the sun, the texture looked a little darker than in previous years, but it was more delicate.

And he only wore a cloth towel around his waist, the tail of the cloth towel hung down, and floated softly with his movements, and the sunlight cast his figure on the ground long and far, looking at it from afar, like a quiet and rustic rural picture in the twilight.

Dong Ru looked at it from a distance, his heart softened, his red lips smiled before he spoke, revealing two small tiger teeth, walking under his feet, but his eyes were tightly glued to him, and he pinched the basket in his hand tighter, and quickly trotted over.

There were still a few steps to go, so she couldn't help but shout at him, and at the same time took out the things in the basket one by one and put them next to Dong's father, but she ran over and took out the handkerchief she was carrying to wipe his sweat.

Wei Qilang had already seen her, although he had kept his head down, but the vigilance he had cultivated all year round had already penetrated into his bone marrow, no matter where he went, he always had a twelve-minded mind, so he knew what changes had happened in the surrounding environment. As soon as Dong Ru came over, he knew, but he didn't look up.

At this moment, as soon as she called him, he raised his head and answered, with a sweaty face and a faint smile, he put down the wheat shovel, bent down slightly so that she could, looked at her to wipe her sweat, and gently reproached: "You are just sick, you are not staying at home, what are you doing here?" ”

Dong Ru's body was cold, but when she was in autumn, she was sick, Wei Qilang had a black face, and she was conditioned for a few days, and it was only now that she was good.

Just enough, she couldn't wait to rush over, as soon as she heard him say, her little face was slightly red, her eyes looked at him lightly, her black pupils were sparkling and shining, and she looked like a little daughter's delicate appearance.

Wipe the sweat stains on his face, she smiled softly, took the handkerchief but pulled off his thin shirt with one hand, put one hand into it, and wiped the sweat stains on his body again.

Her movements were natural, and she was also in a good posture when she stood in front of him, and Wei Qilang looked at her lightly, with pity in his eyes, but he didn't move, and let her wipe it.

"I'm worried that you're hungry, so I steamed some minced buns for you and your dad to bring over." She pursed her lips and smiled, as she spoke, but her hands slowly went deeper, wiping the sweat off his lower back.

That little hand was disobedient like a little caterpillar, squirming his furry body and drilling deep into his heart, with a little bit of harassment, but it made Wei Qilang a little unbearable, but at this moment, in broad daylight, there were people in the venue elsewhere, not to mention that there was a father sitting next to him, even if he was hot, he had to endure it.

Hurriedly grabbed her hand and held it in his hand, only to breathe a sigh of relief, and then glared at her faintly, "You're not wiping my sweat, you deliberately punished me for not telling you about your sister?" ”

"Sometimes it's good to talk to you, and sometimes it's stressful." Dong Ru's little Jiujiu was exposed, and her face turned red all of a sudden, she thought about what she didn't hide easily, or Wei Qilang had strong insight, and she could easily know what she was thinking, so sometimes, Dong Ru felt a little suffocated.

But she sometimes has a sloppy temperament towards Shichiro, and she doesn't give up, and when she hears him take the initiative to talk about it, her eyes light up, and she thought there was a play, so she hurriedly asked softly: "Just tell me, Shichiro... Good no good. ”

She wiped his sweat really didn't have a good heart, two days ago she remembered that when she was in the capital, she asked Qilang how he married her in the first place, he didn't say it at the time, just a word, and now he remembered this matter, so he asked him again, but Wei Qilang still didn't say anything, and sent her away in a few words, and she was uncomfortable with the stump in her heart, so she asked him the reason again and again.

However, Qilang just didn't say it, and said that it was all in the past, and there was no need to hold on to it, which made Dong Ru leave a shadow in her heart, the more she didn't say it, the more she wanted to know. Because as soon as she remembered that Wei Qilang had married her for other reasons, she felt uncomfortable, as if her value was to be married for a purpose.

Wei Qilang looked at her, and saw that her eyes were shining at herself, beautiful and frowning, her small mouth was also pink and tender, and her little head was raised with a look of expectation and some pleading.

Wei Qilang sighed in his heart, but changed the topic, rubbed her cheeks, and said in a deep voice: "I have only met your sister once, where do you know if she is good or not, if you want to ask me, I really don't know." ”

Wei Qilang said, and sighed secretly, but this was against his will, Dong Yue died in his hands, how about her, he couldn't be clearer, but he would never tell Ah Ru the truth, so he had to use words to appease her.

It was a deep winter, snowy night, and it was the middle of the night the next day when his marriage contract was announced.

The power of the Wei family has reached its peak, there is the queen of the mother of the world, and there is the Zhongshu order that is in charge of the power of the entire Chu State to divide the seven provinces, and the first assistant is appointed by the Su family who covers the sky with one hand, the emperor is afraid all day long, and he can't sleep at night, that is, he is ordered to marry the county lord of Yongping, the county lord of Yongping is not important, but the Xia family behind her is a rare force for the emperor.

With the Xia family, he can use it to divide the power in Zhongshuling's hands, and he can cultivate his own power to deal with and balance the Su family and the Wei family.

However, he didn't expect Wei Qilang to resist the order, since this person is not for his own use, then kill him, and the province has many long nights.

At that time, Wei Qilang was coming out of the palace and walking on the street, thinking about the words that he had just asked the emperor to withdraw the holy decree, his disrespect for the decree had already angered the emperor, and he was afraid that his life would not be guaranteed in a short time, but even so, he still did not regret resisting the decree.

If he did it again, he would still do it, and no one could force him to do what he didn't want to.

What's more, his mother gave everything, even her life, for the emperor who only had the throne in her heart, and he would not let his marriage be sacrificed to his desire for power.

Therefore, he quickened his pace, went out of the city without anything, and looked back at the dark imperial city behind him, his eyes were cold, presumably the emperor had sent a killer to hunt him down.

Wei Qilang's heart was a little desolate, he followed him for fourteen years, did countless things for him, but in the end, he couldn't withstand the imperial power, he killed if he wanted to, and human life was really lowly in his eyes.

Unable to go out of the city in a bright light, he hid all the way to the city gate, glanced at the city gate, and saw that nothing happened quietly, but his heart sank, and the pace under his feet slowed down a little, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the city gate hesitating but retreating.

Just as he was gradually retreating and hiding into the depths of an alley, suddenly a figure rushed behind him, he was faster than his brain, and when he heard the sound, his body immediately moved away a little from the ground, and at the same time, his palm flipped over, and a dagger fell out of his sleeve and held it in his hand.

The first strike is strong, the anger in Wei Qilang's eyes surged, and his eyes were full of fierce light, thinking that the killer sent by the emperor had arrived so soon, and when he saw the figure of the person, he stabbed the dagger.

The cold wind from the dagger blew away the man's face, blowing her scattered hair a little, and vaguely revealing a graceful and delicate face, but it was a woman.

Wei Qilang frowned, and when he was still an inch away from the figure, he suddenly paused, but held the dagger tightly in his hand and condescendingly faced her.

"Quick.. He didn't speak, but he heard the woman speak first, her voice was intermittent and weak, and her tone was low and weak, he listened to the doubts flashing in his eyes, but he didn't speak, and looked at the woman through the frost white all over the ground, and his eyes were fixed.