"I said madam, why are you so dead-eyed, even the second son is gone, you should find a man at a young age!"

An Hongshao wore plain white filial piety clothes, kneeling in front of her husband's spirit, a few days ago her husband went out on an errand, but he met a flowing stone and died tragically outside.

The previous father-in-law and the eldest brother disappeared bizarrely, and the turmoil in the capital in the past few years has been so great that even the next head will be extra active. I don't know who inquired, saying that someone in the court took advantage of the chaos to join Lian's house, and the saint was furious, and this morning, the people below grabbed things and escaped from Lian's house.

The mother-in-law fainted with anger at the moment and was resting in her own room.

Yes, only An Hongshao was guarding in front of the husband's spirit.

Thinking of her mother-in-law's knife-like eyes, An Hongshao's heart hurt terribly. Over the years, my mother-in-law has treated herself very well and never said a word of seriousness, but just such a person, but at the moment, she also hates herself.

An Hongshao had a bamboo horse in his boudoir, he and An Hongshao could share hardships, and they would also make An Hongshao laugh, but when they were all down, he said that he would never dare to start a family if he didn't start a business.

The young friendship timidly pressed in the bottom of his heart and never spoke, and later An Hongshao turned over, but the intention of being a matchmaker in heaven could only be hidden.

On the eve of getting married, An Hongshao got a poem written by Pan Zeyu.

The white head is not a snow substitute, and the meeting is already signed. Even if it's not you for the rest of your life, this life is enough.

Such an affectionate poem, but it asked An Hongshao for half her life, which haunted her dreams, made her worry about her stomach, and made her liver qi stagnant.

So much so that after five years of marriage, An Hongshao has always treated her husband coldly.

A few days ago, An Hongshao took the old yellowed paper to see things and think about people, but he didn't want to be bumped into by his husband who came back early.

Even a fool knows what this poem means.

The two had a dispute, and the husband rushed out of the door, and there was a cold war for three days, which was the first time he had put a face on An Hongshao since he got married.

An Hongshao didn't care, but was happy, but he didn't expect that waiting for another news of his husband would be his death.

And in front of him, this matchmaker who was full of feces was found by Pan Zeyu, the person in his heart.

At this moment, the matchmaker did not ask An Hongshao to be his concubine, but persuaded An Hongshao to be Pan Zeyu's outer room, a slut's outer room that couldn't be on the stage.

Such Pan Zeyu looked down on himself and him.

How can such a person be called a gentleman in the breeze?

If this matter is really answered, how will others think of An Hongshao in the future? At that time, he can only end up with a reputation of not abiding by women's ways and being willing to be cheap, and the husband's bones are not cold, so he will commit himself to others, and he may have had a head and end in the past.

"Get out, you get out of here immediately, and tell that brute that you let him die of this heart!" An Hongshao hadn't said such vulgar words for a long time.

At this moment, it is also angry.

Dan Fan, Dan Pan Zeyu has half pity for An Hongshao in his heart, and he should say his condolences to her at this moment.

The matchmaker sighed twice, "You don't have to be hard-mouthed, that is, you are young and some of your stature now, Master Pan is still willing to ask you for your acquaintance in the past, waiting for you to be old and yellow in the future, so you will open your legs, and the beggars on the street will not look down on you." ”

These words are particularly ugly.

And the matchmaker's eyes looked up and down, and she felt that she was not a good housewife, but just a laughing girl in the dust!

An Hongshao trembled with anger, and even under the anger, he couldn't speak.

Even if there is an accident in the family, An Hongshao has not heard those ugly words, but most of them are asking for money, just snatching the money, as long as they are not vendetta in this world, how can they not be so disrespectful to the ancestors and humiliate the new widow in front of the husband's husband and the king's spirit.

An Hongshao doubted that she had dug up the ancestral grave of Pan Zeyu's family?

It is clear that An Hongshao still considered Pan Zeyu everywhere before getting married, and asked his grandfather to give him some letters of recommendation, hoping that he would be prosperous in the future. He got the benefits, but now that the identities of the two have changed, he took advantage of the danger of others and fell into the well!

The matchmaker's mouth kept stopping, "You are not a yellow flower girl, what kind of shelf do you have, this person, you must have self-knowledge, the body of the broken flowers and willows, what is the blessing of being able to enter the eyes of nobles?" ”

An Hongshao looked around left and right, picked up the brazier on the ground, and smashed it on the matchmaker.

The matchmaker couldn't hide, she was scalded, and then fell backwards.

happened to hit the table where the tribute was placed, and the tribute was scattered all over the ground, and the purpose of the spirit was all messy.

An Hongshao was angry, and pulled away the matchmaker with scarlet eyes, "Get out, get out of the old lady." ”

The matchmaker was defenseless, and when she was dragged by An Hongshao, she happened to grab her face, and the painful matchmaker shouted a few times, "I don't know what to do, there are times when you regret it!" ”

After a few words of scolding, he left.

An Hongshao lowered his head to tidy up the table, but saw that a hand reached over and took away the things in An Hongshao's hand.

An Hongshao looked up and saw her mother-in-law's indifferent face.

She didn't look at An Hongshao, she just lowered her head and sorted out her son's spirit by herself, and after a long time, Mrs. Lian's peaceful voice came, "After five years of marriage, my son has hurt you at the tip of my heart, and you have never come out, but my son has never thought of taking a concubine." I always feel that your heart is made of stone, and it should be hot. However, before he died, he still suffered from your cold face. Now that my son is gone, who have you recruited to dirty his path of reincarnation? An Hongshao, the family will fall into the grace of the gods, today I will divorce you on behalf of my son, and in the future, you will be rich and noble, whether you marry or accept it has nothing to do with my family. ”

There was no questioning, just a peaceful statement of the facts.

An Hongshao wanted to explain that the scene in front of her was not what she thought. But everything is pale.

There is little harmony between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and Mrs. Lian treats An Hongshao well, but it is because her husband cares about An Hongshao.

He just doesn't like to say sweet words like Pan Zeyu, and he won't write those obscene poems.

But the five years by his side have been the most stable five years An Hongshao has ever had.

An Hongshao pursed her lips tightly, her eyes were full of tears, but she knew that she was not qualified to cry in front of her husband's spirit.

Raising his head slightly, as if like this, can force the tears back.

A gust of wind passed, and the plain white gauze skirt floated slightly, An Hongshao took a step back, for fear that his breath would touch something in front of the spirit.

An Hongshao stood in front of the spirit for a long time, but in the end he still walked out.

The sun was shining outside, but An Hongshao only felt that Zhou Sheng was cold, and when she looked up, she seemed to see her husband standing by the arch as usual, frowning slightly and stretching out her hand to her, and asked lightly, "Who bullied you?" ”

An Hongshao's lips moved slightly, and he wanted to pull the corners of his mouth, this time he would not indifferently say that it would not hinder him to bother to guess, but told him that there was a villain who fell into the well.

She regretted it, if she knew that today, that yellowed paper would be burned clean by her, and she would definitely not give her husband a cold face.

Even if it's just to let him reincarnate in peace, without full anger.

The sun flickered, the husband in front of him disappeared, and there was nothing in front of the arch.

A mouthful of fishy sweetness suddenly gushed out of his mouth, An Hongshao's body fell to the ground softly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly felt the warmth of his palm again.