Daqing day and three years of wax moon, snow even under the sky, everywhere white expanse, Qinghe Cui's ancestral house in the inheritance of hundreds of years of old clock, emitting a melodious sound, a radius of dozens of miles, can be smelled, is the so-called bell Ding food home.

He Zhichun knelt in front of the window, decals yellow to the mirror. She looked like she was in her twenties, her complexion was transparent, and the pair of eyes under the eyebrows of the distant mountains were rare and clear.

She looked in the mirror and grinned, revealing a pair of deep pear vortices. Some are too undignified! He Zhichun sighed, pursed his lips and smiled slightly, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Lady, Jiulang likes the fairy bun the most, you might as well ......"

He Zhichun looked at the personal maid Qingmei behind him through the bronze mirror, and shook his head, "That's it." ”

Qingmei lowered her head sadly, every year, the New Year's Festival is the most embarrassing time for the lady. The people in the entire house were staring at this, speculating about Cui Jiulang's intentions.

This year, will he have a round of sex with his wife? It's already the tenth year.

He Zhichun knew what Qingmei was thinking when he saw it, and closed his eyes. This is something she can't understand.

She and Cui Jiu met in Baling and knew each other. Qinghe Cui's hairpin has been in the hairpin for a hundred years, how can she tolerate the daughter of a small official like her to enter the door as a sect wife. Cui Jiu tried his best to marry her.

But on the night of the candles in the cave room, until the red candle burned out, Cui Jiu did not have a round room with her, and the next day was not dawn, so he immediately set off to Chang'an non-stop.

If it's an ordinary little lady, I'm afraid I'll die of shame and indignation on the second day. But He Zhichun still lived well for ten years, she sat upright and did not make any mistakes, why should she seek death and life?

She felt that it was a virtue not to embarrass herself from the mistakes of others, and that it should be written into Women's Delhi.

"The bell rings, it's time for us to have dinner." He Zhichun stood up, straightened the silver and red treasure flower jacket on his body, Qingmei took off a shawl from the side and tied it for her, and stuffed a small hand stove with hollow lotus pattern flowers into her hand.

"It's snowing outside, so take care of your feet."

He Zhichun nodded, she had been in the Northland for ten years, and she still didn't like this cold day.

He Zhichun walked on the long wooden corridor, his skirt was swept lightly, and the ring around his waist jumped, but he did not make a strange jingling sound.

"My son, you are the least cold-tolerant, why don't you wear more? But don't you like the white fox skin that A-Niang gave you first? Jiulang brought a sable from Chang'an, and it won't be your father who has a new big worm......"

As soon as He Zhichun entered the house, Cui Jiulang's mother greeted her, touched her hand, and saw that she was slightly cold, and couldn't help but nag.

He Zhichun smiled and took her arm, "Everyone, my cage can't fit it." If it's not cold, it's just that there is a fish in the head, which is cooler. ”

It is no exaggeration to say that Cui Jiu's mother treats her three points better than her biological mother. If it weren't for her teaching and protecting. He Zhichun could only use the simplest and rude way of the Baling people to avoid being swallowed so that there were no bones left.

Cui Jiulang's mother Zheng Shi's eyes dimmed a little when she heard this, "Jiulang loves to eat the fish fillets you made the most." ”

Most people in the Northland don't like to eat fish, thinking that it has more spines and less meat, and one accidentally gets stuck with the thorns. But because Cui Jiu has stayed in Baling, he likes to eat fish the most.

He Zhichun's ten years have been so idle that he can even count how many persimmons have borne on the persimmon tree outside the window. It was not difficult for her to come up with a few ways to make fish for Cui Jiulang.

What's more, she already likes to cook, and eating fish can relieve homesickness.

He Zhichun said, looking towards Cui Jiu.

Daqing per capita food, is a family banquet, but also a long case for one person, full of plates and plates, Cui Jiuduan sat on the left, wearing a round-necked narrow-sleeved robe, he looked a little unsmiling, his brows were tightly locked, and there was a child about three years old sitting next to him.

He Zhichun only felt extremely cold for a moment, she paused, and asked softly, "Everyone, whose child is that?" ”

Zheng did not answer.

"Everyone, is that Cui Jiu's child?"

Zheng looked at her appearance, sighed, and was about to answer, when he saw Cui Jiu walking over with the child and calling, "Ah Qiao." ”

As he spoke, he touched the child's head, "This is your mother, call it mother." ”

He Zhichun stood stunned, and couldn't help but ridicule in his heart, she was still a virgin, and Cui Jiu let her be her mother, which was really a big joke.

If......

If it was He Zhichun back then, he would definitely slap him in the face and tell him to roll as far as he wanted.

She turned her head, looked at the sad eyes of the Zheng family on the side, and finally held back the anger in her heart, in the past ten years, it has not only been her, but also Cui Jiu.

In the past, Cui Jiu, who was so idle that he had to poke the sky into a hole, was known as a madman, was dead.

"Cui Jiu, don't deceive people too much." He Zhichun glanced at him coldly, shook off his robe, turned around and strode out.

Even the clay man also has a three-point temperament, she can understand that Cui Jiu can't be eliminated as a sect son, but did he ask her beforehand? When the concubine enters the door, where is the reason not to ask the master's mother?

Cui Jiu, and the Cui family, what do they think of her He Zhichun?

Although the He family is just a lonely boat in the eight-hundred-mile cave court compared to the Cui family, she used to be Daddy's palm treasure, if it weren't for Cui Jiu, why would she be so aggrieved for ten years.

What is the only one in this life, only A Qiao can be Cui Jiu's wife, Cui Jiu is a sharp sword, and A Qiao is Cui Jiu's sheath......

Cui Jiu is the biggest liar in the world, deceived her true heart, and then stepped it into the mud, crushed it, and jumped three times on it.

The more He Zhichun thought about it, the more angry he became, and walked quickly to the lake in the middle courtyard, there was a thick layer of ice on the lake, and there was only an ice hole in front of him that was full of cold air.

She walked over and sat down on a small stone bench beside the ice cave, where she used to fish in the summer shade and greenery. I don't know how long she sat there, but suddenly she felt a gust of wind behind her, and a pair of big hands pushed her forward.

With a pop, she fell into the icy water. Bitterly cold! He Zhichun thought, she has always had no grudges with others, who had such a deep hatred with her, and wanted to kill her? Although she knew how to water, she couldn't resist the cold, and gradually sank.

Almost instantly, He Zhichun suddenly felt that all the water surrounding her was gone, and she opened her eyes to see that she was sitting on a big tree with a clay pot in her hand.

She was stunned, since she married Cui Jiu, she had never climbed a tree again, the family wife had to be elegant in every word and deed, how could she do such a rude thing? So, is she going back to her childhood?

She looked down, and sure enough, she was back when she was eight years old, and that year she heard the home remedies of the cow girl on the street corner, saying that the morning dew on the leaves boiled orange peel could cure Ah Mei Zhiqiu's cough, so she climbed up the tree early in the morning. The clay pot in her hand is still the one she often uses to insert gardenias.

When I was eight years old, I received morning dew! Isn't that the beginning of her relationship with Cui Jiu? She looked under the tree, and sure enough, she saw Cui Jiu, who was dressed in red and teasing the cat under the tree.

When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed.

He Zhichun thought about it, looked at the clay pot in his hand, and thought from his heart, if Cui Jiu was smashed on the head and the blood flowed, a person with a small belly and chicken intestines like him, he would never be happy with her again in this life, right?

So, she aimed at Cui Jiu and jumped from the tree without hesitation.