Cui Jiu touched the cat, his little face was red, and suddenly the little cat screamed, and he couldn't even care about the little fish in the plate, so he exploded and jumped away quickly.

Cui Jiu felt a strong wind on his head, and the secret path was not good, but it was too late. A clay pot fell from the sky and smashed on his head with a thud, and suddenly the sky spun around, and his eyes were full of stars.

Which slut dares to plot so-and-so! I think he Cui Jiu fought all over the Qinghe River and swept Chang'an, but in Baling, a southern barbarian land, the boat capsized in the gutter.

If you don't die, you must ...... Before he could finish thinking about it, he felt a figure weigh heavily on his stomach, almost pressing out all his bitter bile. Immediately fainted.

He Zhichun was also uncomfortable, it wasn't that she was stupid, she didn't know how to throw the clay pot down and smash Cui Jiu's head. But what about after smashing your head?

After the founding of Daqing, Baling County was changed to Yuezhou. Her father is one of the six military officers of Yuezhou, in charge of taxes and warehouses in the state, and is known as He Sicang.

And Cui Jiu caused a monstrous disaster in Chang'an City, so he came to Yuezhou to avoid trouble, and the top of this Yuezhou Thorn History-He Sicang was his little uncle.

She smashed Cui Jiu, her father wants to eat hanging, since this is the case, she can only make a bitter meat plan, anyway, it is rainy in spring and summer in Yuezhou, she said that she accidentally slipped off the tree...... It's just that it just happened to slip on Cui Jiu.

He Zhichun thought about it, limped up from Cui Jiu, and jumped too hard to break his foot and neck. She turned her legs, and for a while, she didn't see Cui Jiu wake up, so she panicked.

Cui Jiu's delicate body is expensive, shouldn't he be so can't help but smash it, and she was stoned to death all of a sudden, right?

She thought tremblingly and stretched her hand under Cui Jiu's nose slightly, fortunately, there was still gas!

But I saw that Cui Jiu, who was originally motionless, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and took a bite at He Zhichun's hand!

"Ahh Cui Jiu, let go of your mouth! He Zhichun was so painful that tears were about to come out.

Cui Jiu opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then touched his head, his hands were bright red, and his eyes suddenly sharpened, "How did you know my name?" Who are you sending to kill me? It's really stupid, I actually sent a little lady who weighed as much as a thousand pounds to crush me to death! ”

He Zhichun felt that her hand didn't hurt all of a sudden, she just wanted to slap Cui Jiudi's stinky mouth fiercely, who do you say weighs as much as a thousand catties?

"I just accidentally fell from a tree, I didn't mean to hit you, I will come to the door another day to apologize. And you, a little Langjun spoke disrespectfully to the little lady who met for the first time, and Cui Yuanjun should not have taught you like this. ”

Cui Jiu snorted coldly and suddenly came back to his senses, "You're Ah Qiao, aren't you?" ”

As he spoke, he looked He Zhichun up and down, "Country girl, where is it pretty?" ”

He Zhichun was stunned, it turned out that Cui Jiu already knew her milk name Ah Qiao at this time.

In her previous life, she really slipped her foot, fell from a tree, and narrowly hit Cui Jiu, although Cui Jiu was frightened, she was not injured. Later, Daddy led her to the door to apologize, and then they became acquainted with each other.

Seeing that He Zhichun was stunned, Cui Jiu glanced at her with disdain, "Why don't you send someone to see Lang Zhong soon, I have a terrible headache." ”

He Zhichun was in a trance, and wanted to reach out to rub the acupoint on his head, but his hand had already touched his head, and then he came back to his senses, she was no longer his wife.

Cui Jiu obviously hadn't been touched by the little lady, and he blushed a little for a while, and stammered, "You...... What do you do? Men and women don't kiss, and the Southern Barbarians just don't know how to be polite. ”

He Zhichun suddenly took his hand back and said angrily: "If you don't speak, no one treats you as a dumb person." By the way, my aunt told me that if your head is injured and left with a scar, that piece will not grow hair in the future! ”

Can't grow hair? Cui Jiu was stunned by this imagination, so that he looked like Pan An, from now on with a bald head, how can he marry a little girl, won't he want to become a monk in the future?

He Zhichun saw that his face was no longer red, only anger remained, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. From now on, Cui Lang is a passerby, and it couldn't be better.

They are already different, so why be reluctant.

Thinking about it, she quickly stood up, limped to the corner gate, and shouted, "Brother, come quickly, someone is injured." ”

After a while, a young man wearing a royal blue embroidered bamboo robe ran out, casually put the book in his hand on the big bluestone next to him, and said anxiously, "Ah Qiao, why is it injured, his hands are full of blood." You are a girl, if you hurt your hand, how will you embroider in the future, and do you want to get married? ”

Cui Jiu, who was outside the corner gate, heard this, couldn't help but look inside, and turned his face away, but he bit his hand, and it was obviously his blood on it, so where could he not get married? Besides, Ah Qiao is only eight years old, how annoying it should be, her brother is anxious to marry her.

He Zhichun shook his head, pointed at Cui Jiu and said, "It's not me, it's Cui Yuanjun's nephew, I accidentally fell from the tree and hit him, brother, send him to the hospital quickly." ”

He Zhiyi was startled when he saw Cui Jiu's appearance, quickly picked him up on his back, and ran to the nearest medical hall.

He Zhichun looked at their distant figures, let out a long breath, snapped, and closed the door.

Smelling the fragrance of gardenias in the courtyard, He Zhichun couldn't help but redden, took one out with his hand, sniffed it, stuck it on his head obliquely, turned around and picked up the book He Zhiyi put on the big bluestone, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Before He Zhichun's father was in high school, the He family was destitute.

His grandfather was originally a person from Jingzhou on the other side of the river, a famine, crossed the river to Yuezhou, and took root here, first as an apprentice in the shop, and later settled in the village near Yuezhou Mansion and landed a land, married a wife Xu, and gave birth to three sons and a daughter.

He Zhichun's father, He Yu Xinger. Grandpa He had enough of the loss of being illiterate, so he smashed the pot and sold iron for his son to go to a private school. Uncle He didn't have enough money at that time, so he was delayed, but when he arrived here with He Yu, the year got better.

It was also because he had this fate that he went all the way to the rank of scholar and became a rare scholar in this Yuezhou Mansion. It's no wonder that Cui Jiuxiao is a southern barbarian, the people of Yuezhou are fierce, and they roll up their sleeves and beat each other when they don't agree, but there are not many scholars, as for the champion, I haven't seen one in 800 years.

After He Yu passed the exam, he married Zhao, the daughter of the enlightenment teacher, and Zhao got a daughter and two boys, the eldest daughter He Zhishi, Dalang He Zhishu, and Erlang He Zhili.

Zhao died of blood when he gave birth to He Zhili, and He Yu soon remarried Wang. This Wang family was originally a maid of all families, and she had a very good set of governance, and gave He Yu a second mother He Zhile, and a third lang He Zhiyi. Then there are He Zhichun and He Zhiqiu sisters, they are twins.

When He Yu was in the Ming Mansion, he also learned a handful of red sleeves to add incense, accepted a good concubine Liu, and gave birth to a son, He Zhizhang, who is now only three years old.

He Zhichun walked, and before he entered the house, he heard He Zhiqiu in the house coughing again. She has suffered from qi disease since she was a child, and she has been with medicine jars all year round, but He Zhichun, who was born from one child, is as strong as a calf.

As soon as she entered the door, He Zhiqiu stopped the embroidery needle in her hand, "Sister, why are you climbing a tree again?" The spring shirt that I just made was torn again, and my mother scolded you carefully. ”

He Zhichun looked at her mouth and kept chattering, tears almost fell, He Zhiqiu in the previous life died early before he got married.