"Now that it's July, he can't come out of your body. I'll rip him out for you tonight and help you finish the last scene. She smiled, the pear vortex shallow. She said, "Do it."

The red candle is flickering, and the painting screen is cold. Warm night jade tent, cool tonight.

She moved the small lotus steps, and chuckled lightly under the Su brocade handkerchief.

The slender and weak arm rested on the pointed and bulging belly. She said, "Sister Hui, I advise you, let's drink it anyway." Xianggong, it's also for your body's sake. ”

He turned his head when he heard the voice, but his gaze was more focused and gentle. He said, "Jia'er, why are you here?" Go back and rest, but don't let our children see anything unclean. ”

Miss Jia'er stepped forward and grabbed his arm delicately.

She stuck out her tongue mischievously. Gently shaking his arm, tilting his head sideways and coquettishly said, "Who let our children miss you again, what else can I do?" It's all because you're so likable,"

"Even our unborn children prefer you as a father. Alas, I didn't want to come to you, and he kicked me! ”

He put down the decoction and pampered his ear to her belly.

"Really? Listen, good son, Daddy has come to see you. ”

Ruan Huiniang's face turned gray in an instant. She bit her silver teeth, but accidentally bit her tender red lips.

Tears the size of soybeans rushed out of my eyes impatiently. She gritted her teeth and resolutely did not let herself make a little noise.

"Sister, you have to relax. From now on, my child will be yours. Brother Zhiyuan and I won't let you be lonely under your knees,"

Miss Jia'er said sweetly, her face showing innocent dimples.

He bowed his head approvingly, looking into Miss Jia'er's gaze. It's like soaking in a thick, crystalline honeypot.

"Huiniang, Jia'er won't fight with you or anything. You see, although Jia'er is young, she is so sensible and caring. You...... You are much older than her, you will not be unreasonable and disappoint your husband! ”

He said, his voice cool.

Hui Niang stared blankly, as if she had met him for the first time.

Just, she and him.

No more, I was excited.

No more, a shy blush.

The chest was empty.

Like who inadvertently smashed a hole there. But for no reason, a cold wind blew, freezing her whole body stiff and hard.

When Hui Niang came back to her senses, he had already walked up to her with a warm decoction.

Like the year she got married, she accidentally contracted a cold. In front of the soup bowl, he frowned and refused to swallow.

At that time, he took the bowl of soup and medicine and walked to her bedside.

took a sip of honey and a mouthful of medicinal soup, and patiently coaxed her to finish the medicinal juice.

This time, he was still holding the potion, standing patiently in front of her.

He said: "Huiniang, don't be afraid, you will get better soon, feed you medicine for your husband,"

Her eyes were wide open, and tears were pouring down.

Lying weakly on the mandarin duck pillow, she leaned down and twitched low.

He patted her on the back, his gaze gentle as water. Like a crying child, his movements are skillful and forbearing.

For a long time, he said.

"The soup is going to be cold, Hui Niang don't waste it,"

Hui Niang turned around, and she smashed the decoction in his hand.

"Brother Zhiyuan!" Jia'er exclaimed.

Shattered pieces of white porcelain dug into the crook of his broad arm. Bright red drops of blood flowed down his wrists and into his sleeves.

He smiled and said softly, "It's okay, just another bowl,"

Seven years of time, no pain or itching.

There is a bone-chilling chill in his gentleness.

Hui Niang took a few steps back, and found a pair of scissors out of nowhere.

She pressed against her snow-white neck and met his gentle, cool gaze.

Word by word, he threatened: "Lin, Zhi, Yuan, don't, force, me,"

"I, now, I'm dead, who, no, will, good, live."

Her gaze was cold, frightened to the extreme, and she was indifferent.

"Hmph, toast without eating and drinking,"

He flicked his sleeves and left with a grim face.

"Brother Zhiyuan, wait for me,"

Footsteps are messy.

Ear. His her. The voice is delicate.

Hui Niang collapsed to the ground, and the scissors hung weakly in Luo's skirt.

She gasped for air, as if she had just experienced a lengthy suffocation.

Tick-tock, water droplets keep falling. She gritted her silver teeth and pulled a fragment from her palm.

Tick-tock, the water droplets fall to the ground more fiercely. She leaned against the wall, struggling to hug herself in a circle.

For a day or two, the soup remains unchanged.

Eating and wearing, gradually unable to get on the table. After all, she was sent to the Lin family's remote courtyard.

I lowered my eyes,

He sighed imperceptibly.

The two thin lips opened lightly, "Hui Niang, wake up quickly,"

In a trance, she shifted her bulky figure. The dilated pupils gradually condensed a faint light.

On the pale and colorless face, a smile slowly appeared. She lowered her head, her hair in a bun, and her voice was thin and soft.

She said, "I'm sorry to surprise Childe,"

"It's okay, Hui Niang doesn't have to mind,"

I looked sideways at her, feeling a little depressed. Those pale and feeble words were finally swallowed back into his stomach silently.

The brocade bag around his waist was removed, revealing the colorful stones.

"I don't know Hui Niang, but I can know their origins,"

"This ...... These, are...... Where did it come from?"

Hui Niang watched in horror, and she involuntarily stepped back. It's as if what is piled up in front of you is not a brilliant gemstone. It's a bunch of demon skeletons that can suddenly pounce and eat human flesh.

"Big ...... Big Brother, Second ...... Second brother, third ...... The third brother ......, the fourth ...... The fourth brother ......, and the fifth ...... Fifth brother," she bit her lip, tears streaming down her face.

"Seventh Brother ......"

She said, her voice choked.

And so it was.

I looked at her sideways and moved my cool lips: "Hui Niang is really blessed, born in such a good family."

"I heard that she is only by Hui Niang's side, serving as a second-class maid for three years. Now, he has earned tens of thousands of family properties, and he is idle at home, so that his children and grandchildren can live for a long time. ”

Hui Niang turned her head, there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, and it seemed that for a while, she couldn't remember who that person was.

"Cuiping, Cuiping, you should remember. She's still your couple's matchmaker,"

Hui Niang blinked, and her eyes began to drift again.

Memories are pulled up.

Her face was shrouded in a soft light.

A faint smile floated.

She said: "I remember that summer, the lotus flowers in Xitang bloomed very red......

The encounter between Ruan Huiniang and Lin Zhiyuan is like a lingering and romantic drama of talented and beautiful women.

He picked up her hairpin and followed her closely.

The afternoon sun shone on his face, and also shone into the heart of the girl who was just beginning to fall in love.

He took her hairpin and said gently and elegantly, "Girl, your hairpin has fallen,"

Hui Niang stared at him blankly.

The heart was pounding, like a fawn crashing wildly.

Her ears turned red.

He pinned the hairpin to her hair. said: "The hairpin is matched with the beauty, the girl should not let it fall again,"

She was stunned, her heart seemed to be soaked in a honeypot.

Sweet, sweet.

Sweet, even the air is sweet.

Thinking like this, she fell headlong into the web of love he had weaved.

"The most beautiful age, the most beautiful encounter. It's a pity ......"

I pursed my lips and looked away from her.

She turned her back, and her voice sounded hollowly: "I know, gentle knife, gentle knife, knife is fatal."

……

Three months later, I was standing in her dilapidated bedroom.

Step by step, he walked towards her.

She lay quietly, on a hard-plank bed. The light plain gauze tent has faded its former color.

My face was calm and my voice was faint.

"It's been seven months, and now it's July, and you're destined to have no children, and he can't be born to you."

I held a bamboo knife and bent down slightly: "I'll rip it off for you and help you finish the last scene,"

She lifted her bony hand and touched her bulging abdomen with affection.

The voice was soft: "Then he...... His ending, will ...... How? ”

"I'll help him live, it's just that you can't wait for that day,"

She smiled, the pear vortex shallow.

"Let's do it,"

She said.