Aunt Sun, who lives next door to them, came over with a basket of eggs, and just stood outside the low courtyard gate, when she saw this scene, she immediately smiled brightly, "Oh, this blue sky and white day, your little husband and wife have a really good relationship." ”

Cheng Yuzhang's face turned red at first, and he hurriedly let go of his wife's hand and went over to open the door.

Seeing his wife's face like a peach blossom just now, with a smile on his eyebrows, he was stunned for a while, and faintly had an urge to do something, and then he heard Aunt Sun coming next door.

Since he moved here, Aunt Sun has taken care of him.

On the day of marriage, Aunt Sun also sent him a few pieces of red silk to hang.

Cheng Yuzhang clenched his hands into fists, put them to his mouth and coughed lightly, his expression was a little unnatural, and he introduced to his wife: "Lady, this is the grand-aunt next door, who often takes care of me in the past day. ”

Jiang Chunyue naturally recognized that she had helped herself a lot in her previous life.

Jiang Chunyue saluted Aunt Sun: "Auntie." ”

"I can't do it, I can't do it." Aunt Sun was flattered to help her and shouted loudly.

Now who in Suizhou doesn't know that Jiang Zhizhou's eldest daughter is married to a poor scholar, in the eyes of rich and powerful people, this is a joke.

But in Aunt Sun's opinion, the two are talented and beautiful, and they are a perfect match.

It's just that in the end, Jiang Chunyue is a lady from an official family, she is a common person, and she always feels unacceptable when she is courteous.

But seeing her like this, Aunt Sun felt in her heart that this girl was a good girl, and the rumors were not credible.

She put the egg basket on the stone platform beside her, "There are more eggs at home, I will bring them to you, you are young, eat more, and have a child soon." ”

Aunt Sun didn't stay, and left after speaking.

Hearing the child, Jiang Chunyue lowered her eyes, and a trace of sorrow slipped through her eyes.

She thought of her own child, who didn't even have a chance to be born.

She doesn't want any great fortune and status in this life, as long as she can live an ordinary life, her husband accompanies her at all times, listens to her, has a few healthy children, and has a harmonious family and worry-free food and clothing.

Cheng Yuzhang, this legendary figure destined to be full of danger around her, she didn't dare to ask for it, and she couldn't afford it, not to mention, Cheng Yuzhang didn't like herself at all.

She doesn't ask for her own hardships.

Qi Qing is very capable, and in just one day, he cleaned up the yard, main hall, and bedroom at home in an orderly and clean manner.

Looking at the study, Qi Qing was puzzled: "My uncle is inside, and it is inconvenient for the slave to go in." ”

Jiang Chunyue enjoyed a lazy morning, and felt that it was time to go to Cheng Yuzhang to brush her face.

"Well, I'll go."

She knocked on the door of his study, and heard a clear voice inside.

"The door is not closed, just come in."

Jiang Chunyue pushed the door in, a table, a chair, a dilapidated bookshelf, and a narrow and neat bed.

The whole room was shabby and clean.

How unbelievable it is in such an environment that a generation of traitors was born.

Cheng Yuzhang was sitting in front of the desk writing, his back was very straight, and his black hair was scattered behind his head.

Jiang Chunyue walked over and saw that he was writing, stroke by stroke, and the speed was not slow, it was a beautiful pavilion style.

She noticed that his handwriting was very light.

I can't help but ask, "Why is the ink so light?" ”

Cheng Yuzhang stopped his pen and put it on the pen stand, and smelled a vague fragrance of jasmine between his nose, but there was no jasmine at home.

That is Jiang Chunyue's own daughter body fragrance.

He didn't care, "I'll add more water." ”

In his previous life, why didn't he notice that Cheng Yuzhang was so good at living.

Even the ink is mixed with more water, just to use it for a longer time, which must not be woven into the allusion of diligence and studiousness.

She glanced at his desk and saw that he was writing on straw paper, each with two sides written on the front and back, so soaked that he could barely read the words.

She is a little distressed when she is thrifty.

When she looks at Cheng Yuzhang now, she has lost the affection and sweetness of her previous life, and is more like the gods enshrined in the temple.

The gods must not be allowed to suffer.

"Husband, I'll buy you some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone."

Not only is the ink light and the paper rough, but even two brushes, one thick and one thin, are fried and fluffy, sparse and sparse, and miserable.

"No, I still have quite a few." Cheng Yuzhang said casually, that innocent face was as light as snow, as if the poverty in front of him had nothing to do with him, he had this kind of unearthly temperament, whether it was now or in the future, he was independent in the world, never inferior to poverty, not rich and vain.

He seemed to think of something: "It's the lady who buys herself some Zhu Hai jewelry, don't be wronged by herself, my livelihood is to help the bookstore, I can copy a book every half a month, in exchange for one or two taels of silver, and occasionally I can also run into the work of copying scriptures from the government or the rich family, so that I can exchange more silver." ”

Jiang Chunyue finally knew why she was so infatuated with him in her previous life.

He is not only handsome, but also has a sense of responsibility as a man, who meets such a man is not confused.

It's a pity that this kind of person can never pretend to be petty and loving in his heart, and his vision is too far.

He can be a king, a minister, and the righteousness of the world, but he can't be a father and a husband.

Jiang Chunyue suddenly understood him a little.

understands and understands, and her hatred for him has not dissipated, she is really a bit of a rural child who inherited her biological mother, and she will take revenge if she has revenge.

She looked around: "Husband, do you have any clothes to wash?" ”

She saw nothing but a neat pile of clean clothes stacked at the foot of the bed.

Cheng Yuzhang has a habit of washing his clothes with bath water every night after bathing, and never accumulates dirty clothes.

"No, I'll do it myself."

How can I do that, I have to let her wash her clothes again.

Jiang Chunyue's gaze circled, and finally stopped at the one he was wearing, a milky white and yellowish old big-sleeved linen robe.

He crouched on the desk and wrote, but he didn't even get any pen and ink, and he was spotless.

"Then the husband should change the one he wears."

Cheng Yuzhang's ears gradually flushed, and his wife gave her husband a coat, which was a natural thing, but he felt a little embarrassed.

"No need to ......" Cheng Yuzhang looked away a little and stared at the chirping birds outside the window.

Seeing that he was so cold and indifferent, Jiang Chunyue thought of those unhappy days, and had bad thoughts in her heart, so she reached out to pick up his clothes, "My husband wants to study, and I will leave such a trivial matter as Huanyi to me." ”

Bring it to you!

As soon as the weak and boneless hand touched his chest, Cheng Yuzhang reflexively grabbed her wrist, the summer clothes were thin, and the place where she touched it was like a fire, and even her heartbeat couldn't stop speeding up, and the feeling of stopping that night hit his heart suddenly, he felt his throat a little tight, looking at her beautiful and delicate face, the Adam's apple slid down.

"Husband?" Jiang Chunyue called him and moved his wrist.

Cheng Yuzhang came to her senses, let go of her hand, and found that her sideburns were already sweating.

I can't help but feel a little annoyed with myself.

He grew up in the Daomen, he has always been pure-hearted and has few desires, and he never thinks about these things, how can she make an unintentional move, which leads her to think wildly, or in the holy place of the study, the land of insulting sages.

Though...... is emotionally attached to his wife who has just gotten married.

"Husband, let me give you a raccoon coat." Just once, once to make you unforgettable, once so that you will never ask me to do your laundry again.

Jiang Chunyue was full of bad ideas and didn't notice his hidden emotions.

Hearing her daughter's coquettish muttering, Cheng Yuzhang swallowed back the words of refusal.

Under her longing and expectant eyes, Cheng Yuzhang took off the big-sleeved robe outside, and handed it to her.

"Thank you, lady......"

"Then the husband will continue to study, and I won't bother."

After she went out, Cheng Yuzhang stared at the closed door, still moved, sniffed lightly, and seemed to be able to smell the jasmine fragrance that seemed to be absent.

How blessed he is to marry such a beautiful person, gentle and fragrant.

After thinking about it, he reorganized his thoughts and continued to study hard, the first time, he had other intentions in the matter of gaining fame.

Jiang Chunyue came out with Cheng Yuzhang's clothes, and Qi Qing, who had just finished cleaning up the kitchen, wiped her hands and walked over, "Miss, come and wash the slave." ”

"No, you don't understand." Jiang Chunyue smiled very meaningfully.

Qiqing doesn't understand, is Miss saying that she doesn't understand Huanyi, and there is anyone who knows Huanyi better than her?

Jiang Chunyue looked around Qi Qing's body a few times, she almost took off all her headdresses, only wore a bun at the back of her head, and changed her body from silk to a coarse cloth and rolled back to a black-edged gown, but her eyes seemed to be bright.

Looking at her somewhat red hands, Jiang Chunyue said distressedly: "I've worked hard for you these days." ”

In order to barely pretend to be poor in Cheng Yuzhang, she can't recruit other maids for the time being.

"The slave is not hard, the slave feels very happy now, and she is much freer than when she was in Jiangfu." Qi Qing embarrassedly pinched his right hand with his left hand, pinning the broken hair from his ear behind his ear.

Jiang Chunyue stretched out a hand to hold hers, and looked at her eyes very seriously: "Qiqing, believe me, this kind of hard life won't last long." ”

By the time of autumn, it is less than March.

"Of course Qiqing believes it." She grinned and spoke softly.

Jiang Chunyue felt a warm current in her heart, in her previous life, she had mistrusted many people and failed many people, hoping to make up for it.

Jiang Chunyue began to wash Cheng Yuzhang's clothes, she pinched two fingers and lifted Cheng Yuzhang's clothes, threw them into the basin in disgust, and then took the washboard given by Qi Qing, looked at the horizontal lines on it, and remembered that when she washed Cheng Yuzhang's clothes in her previous life, the hands worn by this thing were broken.

Only fools wash by hand.

She thought of a way, took off her shoes and socks, carried the hem of her skirt, stepped on it in the basin, and immediately splashed with water, some of which stuck to her skin through the thin clothes, cold and cold, refreshing and comfortable, and most importantly, not tired.

Qi Qing on the side couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth when she saw the appearance of Miss Huanyi, she would wash her clothes if she was so violent.

Jiang Chunyue had enough of playing, so she picked up his clothes casually, opened it and found that Cheng Yuzhang's big-sleeved robe had become a little out of shape, she was a little weak-hearted, and asked Qiqing to come over to dry, and she sat on the pestle next to her and put on shoes and socks.

Qi Qing looked at the ruined clothes, and was a little speechless for a while, could it be that my uncle provoked Miss?

At this time, there was a soft knock on the wooden door of the courtyard.

Qiqing put down his clothes and went to the door to look.

"Who?"