Ran Jia's little face tightened, and her eyes were red, "Why?" Can I marry you and stay in this boxy courtyard and not go anywhere? ”

Ying Jian clenched his fists, he forced himself not to think about her pitiful appearance, and not to be disturbed by her voice with a hint of grievance and crying, he said coldly: "There is a servant at home to buy for you, what do you need to go out for?" ”

"Ying Key, the master is as kind to me as a mountain, and I can't be an ungrateful person because of you."

"Ran Jia, since the moment you married me, you have no connection with the Hou Mansion. You should know that you have been given to me by your masters. Or, do you have any plans that you can't tell about your birthday to participate in Lord Hou's birthday? He sneered and took her into his arms, the tip of his nose almost against hers, and said word by word: "You regret it, accept your fate, you can only stay by my side for the rest of your life." If you are more well-behaved, I can still pity you, but if you are careful, then don't blame me for not piping on the jade. ”

As soon as he said that, as soon as he let go of his hand, Ran Jia fell to the ground in a dejected manner, she clasped the green bricks tightly, a sharp pain came from her nails, and a chill rose from her lower body, which made her a little dazed, and she only felt that she had a nightmare.

Although the former Ying Key did not smile or smile, he never forced her to do anything except for a heavy brocade box in her arms every time he went out on a mission. In four or five years, she had long since gone from being frightened to numb and accustomed to him, and even forgot that he was the chief of the guard of the Qinhou Mansion with many swords, and he dared to brave the rain and disregard his own life to resist marriage.

Lo and behold, all his patience had been drained by her hypocrisy, and all that was left was unwilling snatching and ridicule.

She bit her lower lip to keep herself from making a sound, and tears flowed down her slightly raised cheeks into her neck and then into her clothes, cold against her skin. This is her only unproductive catharsis, and it is the helplessness that can only maintain her ridiculous self-esteem.

Getting up from the ground, she washed her hands and face woodenly and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Ran Jia was really in no mood to cook, so he simply rolled out the noodles and made them into fried noodles, which was also convenient for him to eat.

After eating, there was a rough mother-in-law to clean up and wash, Ran Jia was depressed and didn't have a trace of sleep, so she simply sat in front of the window and embroidered yesterday's clothes with silver bamboo. She threw herself into it, and her depression gradually cleared a little. In the afternoon, she was even faster than usual, and she had already finished a cuff.

Looking at the quiet courtyard with only the sound of birds and birds under the eaves, Ran Jia's heart lost the slightest strength, just like a person who has been trudging in the desert to find a water source saw a lake and ran over with all his might, only to find that it was a steaming illusion, and he insisted on unloading it all, and could only lie on the ground and look at the blue sky with a rough breath, waiting for the coming of the established fate.

She went to the kitchen with a weak body, looked at the objects that had attracted her in the past, raised her hands heavily, searched for eggs and noodles, fried omelets, and wrapped them in shredded meat, shredded potatoes, shredded cabbage, and tender and refreshing cucumber strips stir-fried with sauce and green onions.

The cake is soft and chewy, the vegetables are salty and delicious, and the tomato and egg soup make people's stomachs rise with satisfaction and dispel some of the coldness.

At night, she buried her head in the ropes, with anger and boredom in her heart, and the movements at hand were much faster than in the past, and one after another beautiful and atmospheric circles with good meaning were lying in the basket. It was only after the third watch that she rubbed her sore shoulders, looked at the empty room, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

After she finished washing, she closed the doors and windows, took off her clothes and wrapped herself in the quilt and lay down.

The top of the dark bed tent was like a hidden beast with teeth and claws, and her eyes were wide and she still did not feel the slightest sleep, and her eyes were so sour that she could not squeeze out a single tear. She smiled self-deprecatingly, she still had too many extravagant expectations, otherwise how could there be such a big gap?

In the Qinhou Mansion, she is a celebrity in front of her master, but she has always known that she is a subordinate, and her life is tightly held in the hands of others. Maybe one day the master will be unhappy and give her away or give her a stick, and she will lose her fragrance and jade. At that time, Ran Jia just wanted to live peacefully until the end of her life.

Now, she eats, drinks, wears and wears no worries, and her life is worry-free, but she has more troubles than before, is she really idle?

Ran Jia took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, it's good to be alive, isn't it?

Listening to the woman in the room breathing slowly and long, a dark figure stepped into the moonlight, silently lifted the bed tent, took off her clothes, lifted the quilt, and lay down next to her.

Although it was already the middle of April, the night was still cold to the bone, and the woman was very afraid of the cold, so she subconsciously rushed to the heat source in her sleep, found a comfortable position and rubbed it contentedly, and continued to fall asleep.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, slightly surrounded her, his face was calm and tight, from the time he came back to this moment, a month had passed in a hurry, in a world full of darkness familiar and strange, everything was real and illusory. The feelings during this period added up to more than the rest of his life for twenty years, and he was reluctant to face his heart clearly, and he had no other way than to lock her up and make him even more disgusted with himself.

Loneliness is terrible, deeper into the marrow and soul than when he is blind, especially in the dead of night, when he paints his increasingly shallow face over and over again.

She is the poppy he has seen many people obsessed with, and once he is addicted, he can't break free.

"Ran Jia, what should I do with you?" He sighed softly.

I didn't cry much yesterday, but Ran Jia still felt an astringent feeling when she opened her eyes, she forced herself to bend the corners of her lips, looking at the morning sun that was radiating warmth, and at the locust tree that occupied most of the courtyard and stretched its branches arbitrarily. She combed herself into a complicated but beautiful flying bun, put on a pink jade head, and put on a lake blue embroidered floral embroidered stand-up collar skirt in the dowry, lightly swept the moth eyebrows and dotted the red lips, the corners of the lips in the mirror were full of smiles, and the fine points of light emanated from the eyes, covering the slender figure.

Sure enough, she was in a better mood and rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen.

Ying Jian had just finished exercising in the morning, took a cold shower, his hair was still wet, and he stood in the courtyard playing with the fourth-order Xuanfang in his hand. Hearing the sound of light footsteps, he passed by his side without a pause, and the movements in his hand accelerated, but in the time of three breaths, the Xuanfang in his hand returned to the appearance of six faces of the same color.

"Still angry?" He took a few steps to the kitchen, and when he felt the heat, he stopped, and said in a cold voice.

"No," she chuckled, as if nothing had happened to them.

For some reason, the fire in Ying Key's heart suddenly burned, and the Xuanfang he held in his hand behind his back instantly turned into powder, and was blown and sprinkled on the ground by the wind. He gritted his teeth to suppress the anger, and asked lightly, "Just want to go like that?" ”

"No," she boiled a thick corn soup, steamed mixed noodles and steamed buns, and soaked and drained the dried radish with soy sauce and chili peppers, and the steaming water spread a deep and shallow fog curtain between the two.

"I didn't go to the Qinhou Mansion yesterday afternoon," he rubbed his hands together, brushing away the sawdust from his palms, "It's not impossible if you want to help, but you have to promise me that you can only stay in the backyard to help, and you are not allowed to get close to the male guest!" ”

Ran Jia held the spoon tightly, her eyes were reddening again, the corners of her lips tried to rise and she smiled and said, "Are you okay today?" Why don't you let Xilai take you to Qinhou Mansion to push the masters after eating? We just got married, and there are a lot of things at home, and we can't leave for a while. ”

"Ran Jia, if you don't want to go, just go and tell your wife by yourself."

Shameless, Ran Jia waved her fist angrily at him, how can you be so capricious? Can she say it, doesn't she have to go to Qinhou Mansion to help according to his wishes?

He was the one who said he wouldn't let her go, he was the one who buttoned her the hat of climbing the dragon and the phoenix, and he was the one who didn't let her refuse!

"Well, let's eat," she made it clear that she didn't want to talk to him anymore, and ended the conversation directly.

After eating, Ran Jia went to make clothes again, and walked in with the book in his hand, "This book hasn't been finished the day before yesterday, let's continue today." ”

One didn't want to resist more, and the other deliberately acted as if it didn't happen, although the two of them had the same pattern as the day after they got married, but they lacked shyness and very shallow sweetness, even if the two were as intimate as ever at night, the invisible gap between them could not be crossed temporarily.

Ran Jia got up early today, put on a pink narrow-sleeved skirt after washing, simply brought a few headdresses, painted a light makeup, looked at herself with a good complexion, and covered up the bitterness in her eyes.

As soon as she got into the carriage, Ying Jian also came in wearing a cyan robe.

"I know more about the Hou Mansion, and I'm just going to arrange the patrol matters," he explained as he sat down and returned to his previous cold appearance in front of the people, exuding a burst of coldness, not like a groom official, but like a soldier who had just come down from the battlefield and was full of slaughter.

Ran Jia replied softly, and the two of them separated when they arrived at the Hou Mansion.

Lord Hou's birthday is a big event, and the mansion has already begun to prepare two months early, but there are still many things that have not been cleared up in front of him, and Mrs. Qinhou, who used to be dignified and methodical, is a little anxious. Ran Jia came for half an hour, and wave after wave of housekeepers and mothers-in-law entered and exited the courtyard, and she didn't even talk to her wife.

But after listening to her master, she had a clue after listening to it for a while, and joined in the busyness.

At the end of the day, she didn't care about eating and drinking, and when she got home and fell asleep tired, she still dug her up and fed her a bowl of porridge before letting her go to play chess with Zhou Gong.

As the days warmed up, the birds got up very early, but they cried out crisply as soon as the light came.

I could sleep again last night, and Ran Jia had something in her heart, so she opened her eyes with the sound of disturbing dreams.

She couldn't help but blush at Shang Yingkey's half-open chest.