Waiting for the Mid-Autumn Festival after the master to go out, to buy goods, at that time is a good opportunity to do it, it is best to let this little animal disappear in this world forever, and then I want to let the betrayer of me never have peace. Without a son by my side, how do I see this slut living in the next days?

Xuanzhi said viciously, and then Li Weimei, the old pearl mother-in-law, although she has a son who is as gentle as jade, no one can hinder my children.

Half a month has passed, and Xuan Zhizhi's face has returned to its original state, but there is no longer the original friendship in his eyes, and now he knows that as soon as your own husband leaves, he will carry out crazy revenge.

On the other side, Shenfu Garden was sweating profusely, panting and out of breath, Nian Qing took Heqing to jump the steps there again and again in a garden with many jumping steps, just to one day, achieve great success, and even if you really can't beat it at that time, you can run away from the eaves and walls!

The garden here is called, there is a small lotus pond in the Yanyu Xuan, there are willow trees planted on the bank, there are all kinds of maple leaves and bamboos, and a few good and precious plums, a small cobblestone path leads straight to the main hall, there are four or five side rooms next to it, and on the opposite side of the wing room there is a small pavilion up to the second floor, which is the steps to jump there.

Although it is a little small, but I want to have my own small world, I jumped for a while, and sat at the bottom of the steps panting, He Qing said blindly and puzzledly, Miss, why do we practice this.

Nian Qing swore an oath, panting and said, this thing will save his life, thinking of this, He Qing had a smile on his face that he didn't understand, and when Nian Qing stood up, He Qing showed a very penetrating sneer on his mouth,

Asked Rong Xin, who was waiting silently on the side, how was the situation over there?

There is still half a month to go to the Mid-Autumn Festival, this is a big gift from me to Shuyun Pavilion.

Back then, my younger brother was killed, and nine times out of ten it was done by the one from Shuyun Pavilion, and now that Jin Fangxiu is dead, I am afraid that in the end, this case will fall back to Jin Fangxiu, so it will be in vain.

Now that the person is dead, this crime can only be carried by Li Wanyi, let her be sent to the village village as soon as possible, and then don't cause trouble at home.

At this time, Rong Xin said Miss, the slave maid secretly went to see it in the middle of the night, the effect of the medicine has worked, how energetic she is during the day, how depressed she is at night, she is either dreaming or having nightmares, and she is afraid that it will not be long before she dies.

Nian Qing smiled lightly, but he thought that he could dispose of one and dispose of the other, in his previous life, he relied on his identity as a princess, relying on his father, mother and grandmother, and respecting the countless favors of his elders, and raised himself into an arrogant, and scheming waste wood daughter.

In the previous life, I only cared about madness, and I didn't know the crisis in the house in the previous life, and I am afraid that it is no less than that in this life.

As long as you live in this house, no matter when and where, you have to face these terrible crises and save yourself and your family to live a dull life.

In my previous life, I still went to get power, if it weren't for my own life that I couldn't shake, and the prince asked for a few words of love by myself in order to maintain the superficial relationship between husband and wife.

He was only reprimanded for a few words and was released after a few days, but he didn't know that it was his grandmother and grandfather who knelt at the gate of the palace to get back his little life.

Therefore, in this life, stay away from the center of the struggle, stay away from these rights and wrongs, and hide in the Zhuangzi, even if the profit in the Zhuangzi is alive no matter what.

My most proud and unattainable identity has become a deep shackle that I have to get married, because no matter which son and brother in the family in Beijing marries me, it is equivalent to lying flat in this life.

Even if you get married, there is no husband and wife relationship, and there is no day when you talk, laugh, or have affection.

Some are just a group of rotten but ancient respectful couples, without the slightest interest.

Then he set aside his wife, married a few delicate and lovely people, and pleased him, his status is not as good as his own, and he is lower than his own well-controlled concubine to give birth to children, he has experienced too much in this life, and the torture instrument of marriage has been tortured in his previous life.

I'd rather be a nun in this life than suffer like this anymore, this is what I don't want to do anything, but I have to do it for the family, for the sake of my relatives and for my brothers and sisters, and for the future development, I will also be from a young lady in a house, to a lady in another house,

And He Qing, who serves the young lady, will also become Mama He next to Mrs. in the future, and Rong Xin will also become the housekeeper in another house.

How many husbands did you marry? The beautiful and scheming concubine is about to repeat the mistakes of the past, without all the house fights she experienced when she got married.

If he could, he would like to take all his close people to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and be a carefree idle cloud and wild crane without having to worry about this disgusting thing.

In the blink of an eye, when she was about to rest at night, Jinfangxiu found a dilapidated clay pot in the corner of the room and put it next to her bed, Shen Wanwan saw it and said, Mother, what are you doing with this?

Jin Fangxiu said indifferently, use it as a spittoon, multiply, don't ask so much, hurry up and go to sleep, there is still a lot of work to do tomorrow!

Shen Wanwan said with a puzzled face, Mother, what do you want this thing for? As he spoke, he blew out the candle and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Jin Fangxiu curled up on the bed in pain, the signs of pain seemed to be pierced by the tip of a knife to her heart, grasping the shabby bedding, dotted with a trace of sweat, not daring to scream, for fear of being heard by her daughter who slept not far from here

I felt that the skull was like ten thousand ants gnawing, painful and itchy, and the white and flawless moonlight revealed on the painful face, because of the pain, this old face became a little distorted.

Every time I make such a fuss, I have to vomit blood, but during the day, it is fine, and I secretly ran to see Lang Zhong and couldn't say why.

At this time, his throat was sweet, a mouthful of thick old blood spurted out of his mouth, spit in the spittoon, slowly raised his head, and quietly docked on the bed.

After vomiting blood, the range of struggle gradually decreased, slowly eased up, grabbed the teapot on the table and poured a glass of water, cleared the taste of blood in his mouth, drank a few more sips of water, and smoothed the taste of blood, but he didn't know that this water was added to the poison that had accumulated over time but could tempt people's lives.

Exhausted, he lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze, all of which was seen by Rong Xin, who was lying on the beam, and couldn't stop smiling on his lips.