Of course, the authors would not write like this, they would not describe that when Miaoyu was playing the piano, she suddenly ate too much roast venison, she couldn't hold it back, she was on fire, she was cold, her tongue was blistering, her breath was bad, she was going to have diarrhea, and she had a series of farts......

If it is written like this, it is a Sichuan dialect drama, the story of raking ears, and it is muddy. Readers, cover your eyes and run away in a hurry—because that's who we really are.

No one wants to appreciate their own flaws and ugliness to the fullest.

Therefore, the author always misleads people, so that the infatuated men and women always think that the ideal partner does not eat the fireworks of the world before marriage, and is otherworldly, and the stomach is filled with Linzhi fairy grass instead of grains.

Until now, Feng Miaolian didn't know that her stomach was not filled with Linzhi Fairy Grass, so she shouldn't stay with a man who only admired Linzhi Fairy Grass.

The important thing is that the man saw that you had a yellow face and thin muscles, and you didn't wipe off the screech of your eyes in the morning...... I still don't feel disgusted with you, and I don't feel how ugly and unbearable you are......

A woman, to find such a man, in this life, can be regarded as a businessman.

By the time she came to her senses, it was too late.

She was stunned, walking all the way, all the way in a daze.

Ye Jia didn't say anything, silently looking at her increasingly pale face and slender hands and feet in the cold winter. Her emaciation hasn't improved much since childbirth, but she often claims that her inner body has healed and she is moving forward with great triumph.

She suddenly turned around, and he couldn't hold his feet and almost hit her. She laughed and saw Ye Jia carrying countless large bags and thick cotton jackets, just like a northern peasant.

"Ye Jia, I bet that even if the psychic Taoist is standing in front of you, he won't recognize you......"

He smiled, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

She couldn't help but be stunned: he was smiling so beautifully. This is the difference between a man and a woman, and in time he will be truly fully recovered, and he will soon regain his appearance, and, as the years go by, he will become more and more mature and proud, and have a taste; Also at the age of forty, he will reach the pinnacle of his life, and he will become the feeling of father, brother and lover that countless girls dream of...... But what about her???

She was embarrassed.

The remnants of flowers and willows, the years are ruthless.

"Miao Lian...... What are you thinking? ”

She suddenly stretched her feet and ran a few feet away, before she turned around and panted and beckoned: "Ye Jia...... You're chasing me...... Hahaha......"

……

The flush on her face is like the sunset, on this day, Ye Jia has been staring at her, but she feels that this woman is unprecedentedly beautiful - removing all the heavy makeup and light makeup, only like the grace and style of an ordinary woman, faint, tired, between the eyebrows and eyes, infinitely attracted......

He shouldered his shoulders and strode back with her.

While passing through the jungle, I saw a wild hare. It probes its brain, doesn't eat much in winter, and is already very thin. Ye Jia picked up a branch to make a flying mark, threw it, and the rabbit fell down in response, not dead, only injured his leg, and could not run.

Feng Miaolian ran over to pick it up, and the rabbit was in her arms, but she had no ability to escape.

He was slowly regaining his strength—even if he couldn't get back to when he was completely healthy, as long as he recovered seventy or eighty percent, it would be enough to support his wife with his strength.

She was elated and held up the rabbit: "Ye Jia, we can eat roast rabbit meat tonight." ”

He smiled.

She also laughed: "Ha, Ye Jia, are you thinking, if it was in Beiwudang in the early years, I would definitely hold the rabbits and say how pitiful, this guy, I have to cure them...... Hahaha, before, I treated small animals, small rabbits, small birds...... However, it was pretended, in order to show a kind and gentle character among many famous ladies...... Hahaha, actually, in my heart, I wish I wanted to roast the rabbit more...... Hee-hee, I'll bake ...... tonight."

He nodded: "Okay, I'll bake it for you." ”

She hugged the rabbit tightly for fear it would escape.

"Yega, do you know about Rutiha?"

"Ruthiha??"

"Heh, it's the monk who punched the town of Kansai...... He was drunk and meaty, and the Buddha kept it in his heart, and he went to steal other people's dog meat every day to eat......"

"Such a monk?"

"No, he's very nice. He's the only man I like in my Water Margin...... Only he looked like a man, punching the town of Guanxi to save Jin Cuilian, punching the little bully Zhou Tong to save Miss Liu, and burning the clay pot temple to save the women who were kidnapped...... Unlike Lin Chong, he couldn't even protect his own mother, and was almost raped by Gao Yanei, he didn't dare to take revenge, and finally he was sent to Cangzhou, and he was only ...... for the rest of his life."

He was used to her strange rhetoric.

She often said something that no one could understand, and Ye Jia thought that it was a drama that she didn't know where to look, so she didn't think it was surprising.

All the way, all the way.

The harvest of this day was actually good, and I saw a wandering muntjac again. The muntjac is very thin, if it is caught in summer and autumn, it will be at least more than thirty pounds fat. When it comes to the cold winter, not only do people lose weight, but even the fat of animals is absorbed in winter.

She quietly, with a dazzling smile: "Ye Jia, grab this muntjac...... We can eat meat for days...... like a vixen who incessantly instigates a good husband into a murderer.

A pointed branch was thrown out, and the muntjac fell.

Miao Lian ran over happily and stretched out her hand, but she couldn't lift the muntjac. Ye Jia stepped forward and picked up the muntjac with one hand.

She sighed: "Alas, people say that women in troubled times are really useless, maybe it makes sense." When encountering this kind of hard work, ten yellow flower girls are not as good as one dung picker......"

Ye Jia smiled.

She Yanran: "Ye Jia, I'm not talking about you, you're not a dung picker." ”

He smiled, but his brow tightened quietly, because the weight of the muntjac strained his scar, and the blood flowed profusely. Fortunately, she was dressed thickly in winter, and she didn't notice it at all.

It was the feeling of coming home, and along the way, I was so happy. Catch up with a man, come back, make a fire and cook. He carried all the heavy things, and she was only responsible for following him empty-handed.

How good it is, this is the main reason why a woman wants to get married.

There were no palace maids, no eunuchs, no guards - but there was that man, a lifetime of long work. She always giggles when she thinks of what she is proud of.

In her life, she never imagined that she would have such a scene with Tuoba Hong - it is hard to imagine that an emperor would help a woman carry those bits and pieces.

...