An Zeqing has always been smart, looking at Su Jiu'er's unhappy appearance, knowing that Su Jiu'er didn't want to see him, he looked up at Zhao hesitantly, "Auntie, I'm not hungry, I want to go back to ......"

It is also strange to say, the Zhao family has always felt that even if Su Jiu'er and An Zeqing are not husband and wife, the relationship between these two people will not be so cold.

"Sit down and eat!" Zhao shouted loudly, staring at An Zeqing with a serious face, "Don't move, your body can't stand the toss." ”

An Zeqing really didn't dare to move casually, the wound on his waist was faintly painful, and it hurt so much that he didn't sleep all night last night.

Zhao brought a bowl of soup to Su Jiu'er and warned, "Be honest. ”

Su Jiu'er lowered her eyes slightly, stirred the soup in the bowl with chopsticks, and looked at the heat in the bowl attentively.

While eating, Aunt Wang from the village came over to convey the words of the village chief to Zhao and Su Jiu'er, saying that the two of them did not need to go to the ancestral hall to help today, and they would cultivate at home today.

Even if the village chief didn't say it, the Zhao family wanted to ask for leave for himself and Su Jiu'er, Su Jiu'er was so frightened and needed to rest well, and An Zeqing was not in good health, and his family also needed someone to take care of him.

Zhao followed Aunt Wang with a few polite words, and then sent Aunt Wang away.

After eating, Su Jiu'er got up and walked towards the former boudoir.

This time, she brought a sewing basket and happened to pass the time doing needlework here.

An Zeqing glanced at Su Jiu'er's boudoir, lowered his eyes slightly, and covered the injury under his eyes.

Zhao was smart, and immediately understood what An Zeqing was thinking, and hurriedly said, "Zeqing, I heard that you saved Jiu'er this time, I really thank you, but Jiu'er fainted at that time, I don't know, I'll tell him later." ”

"Auntie, no need." The thin lips hooked a lonely smile, and An Zeqing said softly, "It's just a gesture." ”

Zhao smiled bitterly, remembering that Village Chief Zhao said that An Zeqing, who was injured by Wang's own hands, had already scolded Wang's crazy woman over and over again.

After eating, Su Mu helped An Zeqing into his bedroom to rest, and then ran towards the private school.

Zhao washed the dishes, shook the water in his hand vigorously, and then pushed the door into Su Jiu'er's boudoir.

"Wine." Seeing Su Jiu'er bowing his head to do embroidery work, Zhao sat next to Su Jiu'er, and said helplessly, "Did you quarrel with Zeqing?" ”

Su Jiu'er's attention moved from the embroidery to Zhao's body, smiled lightly, and pretended not to know anything, "Mother, what are you talking about, what do I have to quarrel with him?" ”

"Don't pretend to be garlic with me." Zhao's voice became serious, and he asked in a low voice, "Let's not talk about what the Wang family did, but Zeqing's kid is a good boy, this time it's because of you that you were injured, why can't you say a word to him properly?" ”

"Say what?" Su Jiu'er raised her eyebrows and asked innocently, "Ask him when he will die, and I will burn some paper money for him?" ”

Su Jiu'er's words made Zhao's eyes tremble, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say a word.

"Mother, you dissipate your anger and drink a glass of water." Su Jiu'er kindly reminded.

"Wine." Zhao Shi breathed a long sigh of relief, calmed down the turbulent heart, and said to Su Jiu'er seriously, "Mother knows that you may not be married to him, so you ......"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Su Jiu'er immediately interrupted Zhao's words, his expression became serious, and his eyebrows twisted into a ball, "I don't have anything to do with him, if you let Xianggong hear this, he will definitely feel uncomfortable." ”

Without waiting for Zhao to speak, Su Jiu'er put down the embroidery work in her hand, remembered what Gu Feng said last night, her eyes flashed with confusion, and she said to herself, "I always feel that Xianggong seems to have something to hide from me!" ”

"Zeqing ......"

"Mother," Su Jiu'er asked Zhao absentmindedly, and asked with a serious face, "Do you think Xianggong is good to me?" ”

Zhao was so blocked by Su Jiu'er that he lost his temper, and nodded helplessly, "I can't bear to let you get up early, it's not good for you?" ”

Su Jiu'er put the embroidery work directly into the sewing basket and said thoughtfully, "Then the Xiang Guild thinks I regret marrying him?" ”

"Do you regret marrying him?" Zhao muttered in his mouth, remembering that when Su Jiu'er first got married, all she was reading in her mouth all day long was "Xianggong Xianggong", sneering, "I wish I had been pestering him all day long." ”

Should she do something to convince Gu Feng that she really wants to marry him, so that the relationship between their husband and wife will be better.

Su Jiu'er thought so, completely ignoring the Zhao family who was sitting on the side.

There was a sudden heart-piercing pain on his arm, Su Jiu'er's little face frowned, turned her head to look at Zhao, and asked in wonder, "Mother, what are you pinching me for, it hurts!" ”

"There's something I want to ask you." Zhao said with a cold face.

"What's the matter?"

"Why do you keep currying favor with Gu Feng?"

Su Jiu'er's heart "chuckled", and vigilance suddenly rose in her heart, could it be that the Zhao family found something?

But Su Jiu'er quickly calmed down, how could the Zhao family know what happened to her in her last life, and hurriedly shook her head, "Mother, what did you say?" ”

"Others don't know, I'm your mother, I don't know what kind of person you are?" Zhao's face darkened, and his vicious gaze stared at Su Jiu'er's face.

In the past, every time the Zhao family wanted to ask Su Jiu'er about this, as soon as Su Jiu'er avoided the conversation, she forgot about it.

"How did I teach you before, don't laugh at every turn, you will be regarded as a frivolous person by others." Zhao's vicious gaze swept over Su Jiu'er's face, "On weekdays, you sit and stand, even if you are your husband, you can't stick to his body all day long, what do you do on weekdays?" ”

Su Jiu'er lowered her eyes, sat pitifully in place, didn't say a word, but felt that what Zhao Zhao said was very right, but this smile also had to divide people.

If you don't talk to him like Gu Feng, he won't talk for a day, Su Jiu'er thinks that if she was the gentle and reticent character before, it is estimated that she and Gu Feng may not have a round room!

Zhao said this, and he didn't get angry, "The two of you are in the village, and you are still holding his arm, have you seen a few little ladies in our village holding their husbands outside?" ”

Su Jiu'er lowered her head and silently picked up the needlework again and continued to work.

"You look so frivolous!" As soon as Zhao Shi remembered that Su Jiu'er was holding Gu Feng's arm, what he knew was that he understood that the couple had a good relationship, and he didn't know that he thought Su Jiu'er was a woman in the dust, "Mother taught you to abide by etiquette before, why did you forget it all!" ”

"Mother, I see." Su Jiu'er absentmindedly perfunctory Zhao.

Seeing Su Jiu'er's appearance, Zhao was so angry that he got up and walked towards the door.

Holding the door frame with his hand, Zhao glanced back at Su Jiu'er, and said with a serious face, "I don't want to say anything about you, don't be so fierce to Zeqing's kid in the future, his thoughts on you, even if you can't accept it, don't be so bad!" ”

After Zhao finished speaking, he threw up his sleeves and left.

Su Jiu'er dropped a needle on the embroidery, thinking about what Zhao said, and her lips trembled with anger.

Bad?

It's impossible to say who is abusing whose feelings!

Originally, Su Jiu'er thought that the sad things in the past were hidden in the depths of her heart, and she uncovered the scars little by little, and the bloody facts were placed in front of her, and she couldn't help but hate An Zeqing.

"Ahem!"

Su Jiu'er's throat hurt uncomfortably, she couldn't help coughing twice, and sniffed hard, and her blocked nose made her realize that she seemed to be cold.

Raising the back of his hand and touching his forehead, Su Jiu'er didn't feel the heat, so he continued to work on his hands.

When Zhao came to call her for dinner at noon, Su Jiu'er only felt that her eyes hurt so badly that she couldn't open them.

Su Jiu'er walked to the stone table and sat down with frivolous steps, looking at the meals on the table, they were all the meals that An Zeqing liked to eat on weekdays, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Su Jiu'er's brows frowned unhappily, glanced at the Zhao family beside him, sighed, and slowly put the chopsticks in his hand on the bowl.

Since a long time ago, Su Jiu'er felt that An Zeqing might be the child of the Zhao family, and she and Su Mu might have picked it up.

Because as long as An Zeqing is here, every time he eats, he will follow An Zeqing's appetite.

"What's wrong?" Zhao listened to the sound of Su Jiu'er dropping his chopsticks and looked at her with a confused face.

"I'm not hungry." Su Jiu'er said, slowly got up, and walked towards his boudoir.

Zhao looked at An Zeqing and Su Mu with a smile, and comforted him gently, "You two eat first, and I'll go see her." ”

As soon as Zhao entered Su Jiu'er's boudoir, he saw Su Jiu'er sitting on the edge of the bed doing embroidery, and hurriedly snatched the things from Su Jiu'er's hand and put them in the sewing basket on the side, and coaxed softly, "Obedient, go out to eat with me." ”

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat," Su Jiu'er lowered her head and said silently, "Mother, go eat, I'm really not hungry." ”

Zhao has always known that Su Jiu'er is relatively tough, and she also knows that Su Jiu'er can't get used to An Zeqing, so she feels that it is necessary to slowly untie Su Jiu'er's knot now.

"Jiu'er, can you tell your mother why you don't like him?"

Su Jiu'er raised her eyes and glanced at Zhao, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Mother, I didn't." ”

"You are my daughter, I grew up with me, can you hide it from me if you are careful?" Zhao asked calmly, she knew that in this case, she could only follow Su Jiu'er.

Su Jiu'er lowered her eyes slightly, took the embroidery again, and embroidered silently, "I'm really just a little uncomfortable, and I don't really want to eat." ”

Hearing Su Jiu'er say that he was uncomfortable, Zhao hurriedly reached out to touch Su Jiu'er's forehead, and was so shocked that he hurriedly retracted his hand.

"So hot?" Zhao's face was pale, and he didn't care about asking, so he hurriedly put the embroidery in Su Jiu'er's hand into the sewing basket, "What else is the embroidery work, you quickly lie down and rest, and I'll go to Lang Zhong to show you." ”

Su Jiu'er obediently took off her shoes and lay on the bed, letting Zhao help her cover the quilt.

Zhao hurriedly went out, glanced at An Zeqing and Su Mu at the stone table, and said in a low voice, "You two eat first, the wine is a little burning, I'll ask Lang Zhong to take a look at her." ”

Warm sunlight poured in through the cracks in the old window coffin, and fell on Su Jiu'er's face, as if coated with a layer of golden light.

When she didn't lie down, Su Jiu'er didn't feel so uncomfortable, but now she only felt chills all over her body.

An Zeqing had no appetite, and when he heard that Su Jiu'er was infected with typhoid fever, he hesitantly stood up on the table.

"Brother Zeqing." Su Mu looked at An Zeqing's movements, hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, and supported An Zeqing's elbow, "Mother said, don't let you move." ”

"It's out of the way." An Zeqing barely showed a tired smile, staring at Su Jiu'er's boudoir with burning eyes, "I want to see how she is." ”

Su Mu subconsciously shook his head and reminded in a low voice, "My sister is already married to my brother-in-law.......