And the husband and wife have been respectful and affectionate since they got married, even if they have no heirs for many years, the second brother has not accepted the side concubine, this is not because the princess's sister-in-law's father is the secretary of the Ministry of Industry can be explained, and the second brother's love for his sister-in-law is more!

But what about my husband! Thinking of the gradually bloated body and the cowardly appearance in front of him, Yu Wenyi's sad tears rolled.

Why is his husband not as heroic and brave as his second brother!

blamed his father, in order to stabilize the situation and appease the hearts of the border soldiers, he married himself to the son of General Zhenyuan, but this son did not even inherit his father's heroic appearance.

Nest at home all day long and don't learn anything, only know how to study cooking, mix with a group of maids, feed yourself white and fat, this twenty-five is not enough, but the weight is on top of the two second brothers.

The more I thought about the resentment in Yu Wenyi's heart just now, it slowly turned into hatred!

"Humph!"

"I must make my own decisions about my own destiny! I can't be submissive like that."

Yu Wenyi thought secretly, and there was a row of tooth marks on her soft red lips that had not faded for a long time!

King Yi's expedition was silent, just like he was flat when he lost power. It is said that he went out of the city during the fifth watch, and it was not yet dawn in winter, and even the people in the morning market had not yet gone out, so they left quietly.

The day King Yi went out on the expedition happened to be Jinyu on duty, and when Jinyu came back to talk to Qianqian about this, it was the morning of the second day, and Jinyu could not go to the palace today to rest.

Today is not very important for Jinyu, but it is an important day for Su Wenxi and the entire Sumen.

I should have gone out, but there have been too many things recently, and there are always people following behind me, so in order to avoid unnecessary disturbances, I simply stayed in the room to accompany Qianqian.

When Qianqian heard what Jin Yu said, she just said in a very light tone: "Then only if His Royal Highness King Zhu Yi is victorious and captures the bandit leader and comes back, can Long Yan be happy." ”

Jinyu felt like she had been poured a mouthful of cold white water out of thin air, watching Qianqian's pair of plain hands wandering around the dresser, and she didn't have half of her attachment to the pearl hairpin she sent.

Qianqian only wore a half-old tooth-colored skirt today, with a few juice-green magnolias scattered on it, which was very plain. Qianqian's hair bun is towering but does not have a trace of gold and jade decoration, but a hibiscus flower made of plain brocade is obliquely placed between the buns.

Even the makeup is just a little rouge after even the face, which makes people look a little complex.

Jin Yu muttered secretly in her heart: What's wrong with her today, although she is not a good Jinyu person, she will not dress up so elegantly on weekdays.

"I'm going to go out in a while, you can stay in the house!" Qianqian didn't turn her head, and responded to Jinyu with an indifferent back.

Outside, the cold wind hunts the lead clouds low, and the first snowstorm of the winter is brewing.

"You're going out?" Jin Yu asked in a daze, followed two steps but stopped one step behind Qianqian, "The murderer of the recent bandits, I'll accompany you!" ”

"Even if you run into a bandit, what can you do?"

It happened that Rue Xiang came back and said: "The master is out!" ”

Qianqian nodded sideways slightly, and Jinyu saw that her eyes were slightly red, as if she hadn't slept well last night, and it seemed like tears. And Rue Xiang was carrying a bamboo basket in her hand, covering it with a cloth and not knowing what was inside!

Jin Yu stepped forward in a panic and said: "I'm a man, if I run into a bandit, I can also block the flesh of my body!" ”

Qianqian didn't seem to have any intention of arguing with Jinyu at all, her slender eyebrows furrowed and said lightly: "Okay! But don't feel embarrassed yourself! ”

Only then did Jin Yu put her mind at ease, and her eyes fell on the bamboo basket in Ruxiang's hand: "What is this?" Where are you going? ”

"If you want to come, you can follow, don't ask so much!" Qianqian drank softly, but her voice was soft, and she turned her head and said to Ruxiang: "Are the carriages ready?" ”

Rue Xiang nodded cautiously in response before holding Qianqian and slowly going out, Jin Yu followed behind, looked up at the increasingly heavy sky in all directions, turned around and went back to the room to get an umbrella before following out.

Changfeng hunting, Qianqian's teeth-colored long skirt looked plain white under the skylight, and her robe flew like a lonely white crane.

Jinyu's heart moved: she wasn't going to do that!

The carriage rolled away, and I didn't know how far it had gone along the way, and the three of them were silent in the car, angry and a little embarrassed. Qianqian has been lowering her eyes, and her beautiful neck is curved in a soft arc, as if she is thinking. The carriage was bumpy in the middle, and when Qianqian looked up, Jinyu saw a bright shout in her eyes, which was a thin tear.

Jin Yu wanted to say something but didn't know where to start, just waited silently until the carriage stopped, and the accompanying house slave reported: "Miss has arrived!" ”

When I got off the carriage, there was a patch of green overhead, and under my feet was a continuous withered yellow, and the withered yellow and the verdant began to fade from the side to the distance and finally intertwined.

Jinyu seemed to feel familiar, and only woke up from searching through distant memories that this was a bamboo forest on the outskirts of the city.

Once upon a time, when he was a young man, he often brought his friends here to cook wine and chant poetry, including the Seven Princes, Qianqian, and even King Yi. The laughter of the past seems to be still in my ears, but in the blink of an eye, it is the desolation of things and people who have nowhere to talk.

This place is quiet, although there is a good scenery, but it is by no means a place where a rich lady like Qianqian can come alone.

Jinyu's mouth hadn't opened yet, but she saw Rue Xiang shaking her head at herself, with a helpless expression.

And Qianqian had already stepped on the withered bamboo leaves all over the ground and went straight away, although the ground was covered with dead leaves and there was no way to find it, but she was already very familiar with this place.

The bamboo forest is like the rolling waves of the sea, dense and dense one after another, more like a human voice with endless grievances whispering in the ear. Qianqian's back was far away, the flying robe carried an endless loss and desolation, and the hidden pain in the depths of her memory finally turned into thousands of needles pierced into Jinyu's heart.

The lead clouds above her head were blown away by the wind, and the miserable white sky slanted down from the clouds, and Jin Yu's heart seemed to be suddenly snowy, barren and desolate.

For so many years, he only thought that the massacre of that night more than ten years ago had only left a wound that could never heal for herself, the only person who survived in the world, who would have thought that the wound that could not be healed would also remain in her heart.

This weak girl not only chooses to remember the person she loves deeply, but also chooses to mourn every year.

In fact, she can forget that she can find a good person to get married and have children, and live a rich and warm life. In the case that she could not make any changes to things in her own strength, she chose to remember, and with her weak strength she chose to persevere.

The framing of Zhuo Yinfeng and the preservation of King Yi's self-preservation were hateful, but the most hateful and painful thing was the forgetting brought about by time. How many people, even Zhuo Yinfeng himself, probably have forgotten how his Hubu Shangshu came from!

The wind blows the slender green bamboo, there is always a withering under the prosperity without wind and frost falling one after another, falling on the shoulder is a heavy pain, falling on the heart of the long-lasting wound, only clenched fists tightly can use the pain of fingernails into the flesh to balance the pain in the heart.