Provincial she did it again, as soon as Yichun died, she was pregnant with a child in her belly, as long as she waited for her to give birth to a boy, and then blew the wind in her ears next to Su Ji's pillow, this wife's position is still worried? It's not even within reach!

She proudly put her hand on her flat lower abdomen, swallowing her anger for so long, her blessing was finally coming.

After Su Yuanyuan returned home, he was helped to the bed by Jiang Wenzheng to rest.

She hadn't closed her eyes last night, and now she was lying on the bed staring at the curtain on the bed.

Jiang Wenzheng went to the kitchen to make porridge for her to drink, and Qingyi also sent Jiang Zhiyi to the academy, and when he came back, he was also shocked to see Su Yuanyuan's situation.

After covering her with the quilt, he moved a small stool and guarded her bedside.

"Sister Yuanyuan, are you thirsty? I'll pour you water to drink. ”

He asked cautiously tentatively, but Su Yuanyuan only shook his head, still staring upward.

Qingyi has never seen Su Yuanyuan like this, the things he did before, the word death has long been unable to make any waves in his heart, and he has become familiar with Yichun in the store these days, but there is still no fluctuation in his heart when he heard the news that she is dying.

But Su Yuanyuan is different, Su Yuanyuan is not ordinary to him, just seeing Su Yuanyuan so depressed and decadent, he can't say uncomfortable in his heart.

Tired all night last night, and crying all night, Su Yuanyuan's eyes were so sore that he listened to the crisp birdsong outside the window and began to fight.

Seiichi slowed down and closed the window lattice, and the light in the room dimmed suddenly.

Su Yuanyuan couldn't support it anymore and fell asleep.

She didn't dream of Yichun, but of a very big tree full of small pink flowers.

There was a fat woman lying under the book, she approached curiously, and the woman also woke up leisurely.

The woman's cheeks were fat, and the fat on her face squeezed her eyes into two slits, and her skin was numb like a small toad in summer, covered with red pimples.

As soon as she saw Su Yuanyuan's face, she became hideous, and those fat hands were about to pinch Su Yuanyuan's neck.

She said as she ran, "Give me back my life!" Give me my life! ”

Su Yuanyuan gasped and woke up from her dream, she looked around in a panic, and then she realized that she was in her bedroom.

Jiang Wenzheng sat on the edge of the bed, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, and the porridge inside was still steaming faintly.

Her movements were not small, causing a loud noise, Jiang Wenzheng hurriedly put the porcelain bowl on the cabinet on the side, turned around and hugged Su Yuanyuan, whose eyes were full of horror.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, Yuanyuan is not afraid."

He coaxed Su Yuanyuan softly, and stroked her still trembling back with his big hand, which calmed Su Yuanyuan's nervous emotions.

Su Yuanyuan still had palpitations about the dream just now, his arms tightly wrapped around Jiang Wenzheng's waist and did not let go, and he lay on his chest with his eyebrows twisted slightly.

"Are you hungry after sleeping for so long?"

Su Yuanyuan nodded, she didn't know how long she had been asleep, anyway, now her stomach was starting to sour.

Jiang Wenzheng took the bowl of porridge and asked Su Yuanyuan to lean on the bed board behind him, he first scooped a spoonful and put it on his lips to feel the temperature, and then fed it to Su Yuanyuan when he felt that it was just right.

Jiang Wenzheng's cooking skills are not very good, but this white porridge is filled with diced apples and radish, which tastes sweet and sour, but it is very appetizing.

At this time, Qingyi pushed the door in, and the dazzling sunlight formed a golden pillar of light through the crack in the door, and Su Yuanyuan realized that he had slept for so long, and it was already noon.

Jiang Wenzheng has been sitting at the head of the bed to guard him after boiling the porridge, and the porridge has been warm several times, and he has been holding it in his hand to feel its temperature, just to let Su Yuanyuan wake up and drink the warm porridge immediately.

Su Yuanyuan realized that he was slightly surprised, but his heart was warm, as if he was warmed by this white porridge.

She looked sideways at Jiang Wenzheng, the man didn't close his eyes all night, stubble grew on his chin, and his deep eyes were full of exhaustion.

She was moved in her heart, glad that she had met such a man.

But when he thought of Su Ji, Su Yuanyuan's heart was like a breath of relief, obviously they are all men, why is the gap so big?

Jiang Wenzheng will tilt the umbrella towards her, will hold her to sleep at night, will give her the first bite of food, and will cover her ears in time when it thunders, before Su Yuanyuan may still doubt Jiang Wenzheng's love for herself, but now, Su Yuanyuan will not hesitate to admit that Jiang Wenzheng loves her much more than she gives.

But Su Ji didn't even know that his daughter-in-law was dead.

If the friendship of the childhood sweetheart before was true, and it was true that she stayed up late to study hard to earn fame, then the current cold and harsh treatment is also true.

Yichun's funeral lasted for three days, and on the day of the burial, there was a thin rain in the sky, and the funeral procession blew and blew and walked out of the city.

Su Yuanyuan stood at the mouth of the alley and looked at the mourning procession, and his heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom.

Su Ji was also wearing mourning clothes in the funeral procession, Su Yuanyuan looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see Liu Yue's figure.

Yichun is a wife, she was married back by three media and six employees, Liu Yue is a concubine, and a small sedan chair is brought back, which is not even worthy of going to the main gate.

Why can't I see my wife when she is at her funeral?

Su Yuanyuan's eyes looked at the decadent Su Ji with complicated eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile.

Sure enough, I was still reluctant.

The white paper money fell to the ground and mixed into the dirt, trampled by pedestrians, and the funeral was over, who would remember that there was a gentle and lovely girl in this Fly Mountain City?

Su Yuanyuan's grief in the past few days was forcibly suppressed by the urgent need for medicinal materials.

She still hasn't found the right medicinal herbs, just when she was worried about the fire, Qingyi gave her a suggestion, most of the merchants who come and go will stay in the West Market, she can go there to try her luck, and it is convenient to inspect the goods directly.

Su Yuanyuan felt that it was so convenient, so he changed into light clothes and went to the West Market with Qingyi.

The place near the center of the city in the West Market is fine, there are ordinary residents, there are blacksmith shops and carpenter shops, and there are also Shuren Academy, but the further you go inside, the more dangerous it becomes.

There are not only erotic transactions, but also the buying and selling of slaves, where the situation is chaotic, Su Yuanyuan, of course, a girl does not dare to go alone, so she can only let Qingyi follow her.

She and Qingyi walked slowly on the road to the west, there were many merchants' carriages constantly passing by, and the city of Fly Mountain was located at the junction of the three kingdoms, carrying an important role in commerce, so you can see all kinds of merchants in the west of the city.

But there is one phenomenon that has attracted her attention, that is, there are so many merchants wearing grassland costumes that you can see them almost a few steps away, which is particularly eye-catching.

Su Yuanyuan looked at their goods and found a pharmacist to stop them.

(End of chapter)