Although it was a matter of the previous life, the incense in this life is still remembered clearly, Liang Bozhao is holding a single knife in one hand, his eyes are gloomy to the extreme, and he stands there silently, like a demon, which is simply chilling.

The third son's legs and stomach couldn't stop softening, and he could barely stand still, Ning Xiang didn't know where she got the courage, and at the moment when Liang Bozhao raised the machete and slashed at the third son, she actually threw herself down in front of her lover, wanting to block the blow for him.

"Kill us!" She shuddered and spat out the words.

Liang Bozhao looked at her for a long time, and finally, the man picked up the single knife without saying a word, turned around and walked out of the room.

Ning Xiang got a book of harmony.

It was written by Liang Bozhao himself, Ning Xiang never knew that he could write, although she had never studied, but she also felt that those words were like iron and silver hooks, vigorous and powerful, not at all like they came from the hands of a rural villager.

The second Dong family is not light-hearted, and bluntly disagrees with this daughter, and Liang Bozhao left Luokou Village alone not long after writing and leaving the book, no one knows where he went, he is like a gust of wind, unknown and adrift.

Later, Ning Xiang finally married to Zhangfu as she wished, but she was only a concubine, and the third son had already had a wife. At the beginning, the third prince was quite good to Ning Xiang, but after a long time, his amorous nature was exposed. Not to mention the groups of wives and concubines in the house, he also raised a few foreign houses, as for Rouge Lane, Yihong Courtyard, and the pink confidants in Wanhua Building, I don't know how many.

Ning Xiang was born poor and lowly, and she was remarried by a Jiao husband, and her days in Zhangfu can be imagined. The mistress was jealous of her beauty and bullied her everywhere, and the aunt saw that she was weak and stumbling everywhere, and later, even the servant woman and mother dared to give her a face. What Ning Xiang relied on was just a little love from the third son, and the third prince had already abandoned her after he got her body, so he couldn't care about her life or death.

Ning Xiang is not unremorseful, until she gets older, she gradually sees the third prince clearly, and knows that he is just a greedy wine-luster child, who only hates that he was young and couldn't withstand his temptation, so that he fell into such a situation.

As the days passed, she thought of Liang Bozhao more and more. Thinking about it, although Liang Bozhao has a dull temperament, he is really good at treating himself, since marrying him, the dirty work at home is tiring, he has never let her touch his hands, and what is delicious is all left to her. Although he did not have a field, he had an inexhaustible strength, and after he got married, he went out to work, and all the money he got was given to her, and she went to buy what she liked, and never said a word.

Whenever I think of this, Ning Xiang hates it.

Hates herself for being obsessed, hates herself for having eyes and no beads, in Zhang's mansion, she doesn't know how many times she has cried, but she can't cry back to a Liang Bozhao.

If she can do it again, she will definitely live a good life with him, and she will not be tempted by the third prince again, if she can do it again, how good it would be!

Countless times, Ning Xiang has thought like this, but now that she has really been reborn, back to when she first married Liang Bozhao, she was at a loss, in this world, can there really be such a ridiculous thing? Will the dead really live again?

She pinched her arm hard, and the real pain came to her, making her want to cry.

She hugged herself tightly, hot tears poured out of her eyes, but she didn't have time to wipe them, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, like two little spring peaches.