"This girl, why don't you go out with a personal girl?"

took a new handkerchief and handed it to the person, Xue Qi covered his mouth and smiled at "his" embarrassed appearance, but there was a trace of love and pity in his heart, such a delicate and beautiful woman, people will feel good at a glance!

The man was startled, his hand wiping his face stopped, stared at her in a daze for a long time, touched his ears and neck, and even touched the top of his head, and only after confirming that he did not have any female decorations, he slowly opened his mouth.

"How does my sister know that I'm a woman?"

Xu felt that she had disguised herself quite perfectly, so she flattened her mouth with a puzzled expression.

"Although the girl is dressed in men's clothes, her gestures are full of softness and brightness, her hands are as white as tender onions, her forehead is small and neat, coupled with this cherry-like mouth, and this pair of watery eyes, if the son of any family looks like you, it is simply a beauty that has been cultivated for several lifetimes!"

Without much embarrassment, Xue Qi laughed as she spoke, facing such a simple-minded girl, she felt that the pressure on her body seemed to have been reduced a lot.

As soon as she heard this, the boy and girl also laughed, shaking her head and shaking her head: "Even if she is seen through by her sister, there is no need to hide anything, the little woman's surname is a single name of an art word, a boudoir chess, and she is already eighteen this year!"

Amused by her appearance again, Xue Qi sighed and reached out to help her straighten her waist: "My surname is Xue Mingqi!"

"Sister's chess, but the chess pieces?" After hearing her name, Shang Yi became excited, and held Xue Qi's wrist with both hands.

Nodding slightly, revealing a pear nest smile, Xue Qi did not speak.

"I'm too, sister, we have a good fate!" Shang Yi's laughter was a little exaggerated, and there was no reserve and coquettishness that everyone should have, but it added a bit of spontaneity and cheerfulness.

"What are you doing here?"

Xue Qi wanted to ask together since he played just now, after all, in this poor and remote area, don't say that the young lady of the rich family is running around the street, and even a rich person can't see it.

"Sister doesn't know!" Holding her hand, Shang Yi blinked a pair of good-looking eyes and said, "Our merchant is in the tea business, shops are all over the capital, and even the royal family drinks our imperial tea, but my father is sincere to my mother, and after my mother gave birth to my immortal world, he has not renewed the strings!"

Nodding his head, Xue Qi knew that the story was not finished, so he didn't interject, but continued to listen to her.

Seeing that she understood, Shang Yi continued: "When I was young, I ordered a baby kiss, and it was a distant cousin who played with me!" Speaking of this, two good-looking red clouds rose on her face, "I was supposed to marry him when I was sixteen years old, but who would have expected that when I asked about it, my father said that the marriage had been canceled, and no matter how I asked, I couldn't ask the reason!"

"And what happened later?" Xue Qi asked with the mentality of listening to the story.

"Later, I heard from the nurse that when I was ten years old, my cousin's family fell into the middle of the house, and even though I sold my ancestral property, I still owed a lot of debts, and finally, I was forced to leave Jingshi and move to you!"

"It turns out that you're here to find him!" Hearing this, Xue Qi thought that the story was about to end, "Then you must not have found it yet!"

Sly smiled, Shang Yi raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "I found it, today I secretly came here, it was to make an appointment with him to meet in Fule Pavilion, who wants this day to be beautiful, it has to rain, if he doesn't go, he will probably be worried!"

Sighing heavily, Xue Qi couldn't help but worry about her in her heart: in front of a stranger who confessed her affairs so much, this girl is a clear-minded master, as she knows, she is really the only daughter of the merchant, but her cousin is enough, let her be a weak girl's family, and go to the Fule Pavilion in the wilderness by herself, and she is not afraid of meeting bad people?

"Sister, sister?" Seeing that she was lost in thought, Shang Yi's small hands waved around, "What are you thinking?"

"No!" simply spit out two words, Xue Qi smiled, "If you are afraid that your cousin will worry, then you can take this oil-paper umbrella, this hour is still early, if it is later and darker, I am afraid that it will not be safe for you to go to that place alone!"

"Thank you, sister!" hugged Xue Qi, Shang Yi was so excited that he almost burst into tears, "Sister, you are different from ordinary people, you have a feeling similar to me!"

"Really?" This time, Xue Qi didn't have a sweet smile, or a shallow smile, but showed a slightly bitter smile, "Go quickly, so as not to make your lover brother wait!"

was said by this business, and his face turned red all of a sudden: "My sister is dead, I'm leaving, I'll come to return the umbrella another day, you wait!"

The man who rang with the laughter of a silver bell disappeared into the rain curtain. Looking at her increasingly blurred back, Xue Qi's heart was filled with bitterness again: I thought that at the beginning, their Situ family was also a famous family in Suzhou, and they were similar to this business art, both in temperament and eyes. But now, she has been reduced to a vulgar peasant woman who washes and cooks for money, and at the age of two years, a few strands of silver have emerged from her sideburns.

Hey, this taught her how not to sigh, the things in this world, I'm afraid they will become too fast!

Now is not the time for her to think too much, there is a big stack of clothes on the table on the bed, and she has to quickly sew and mend it, and it will be settled tomorrow.

Thinking of this, she shook her head vigorously, as if throwing all the memories out of her mind, cheered up a little spirit, returned to the house, picked up the needlework basket, and began another round of sewing and mending.

While skillfully threading needles and threads, while neatly sewing and mending clothes, Xue Qi's mind always appeared in the figure of Shangyi, the little appearance of eagerly wanting to meet his lover, just like his former self.

"I just hope that she doesn't end up in the same situation with me, that girl is a good boy!"

The needle in her hand was a little astringent, and she raised her hand to rub it on her scalp a few times, and then continued to sew and mend it.

This stitch work is very painstaking and eyesight-consuming, and there is a fire in the middle to cook rice. At the end of the whole day, except for the time when I chatted with Shang Yi under the eaves, there was no time to rest. So, she made up from day to night, from inside the house to outside the house.

Lamp oil also needs money, and since the rain has passed and the moon is clear, don't light the lamp!" she thought.

There was a sound of "stepping and stepping" footsteps outside the gate, and when I heard it, I knew that it was my husband Liu Bo who was back, she was a little happy and a little afraid, so she got up and stiffened, I don't know whether to meet the door or not move.

"Chess, I'm back!" there was a few knocks on the door, a slight tremor, after a long time, the door was already mottled, as if it could be broken with a little force.

Hearing that he came back this time, his voice was clear, not like sighing inside, putting down the needlework and thread, Xue Qi hurriedly ran over and opened the door: "I'm back, are you drenched?"

Looking at Liu Bo standing in front of her, she felt sour in her heart again: she worked hard in her coarse clothes and rags at home, but he was finely clothed in a long shirt, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and a proud look on his face. Looking at his good mood, could it be that he fought against the wine today, and he overpowered everyone? Otherwise, how could he not have the kind of complaining complaints on weekdays?

"I'm hot with food, you go up to the house and wait, it'll be ready soon!"

wanted to think about it, but Xue Qi still held his spirits and smiled at him. No matter what, the man who left everything he followed is always still crazy in his heart, even if he is a scholar who can't lift his shoulders and can't resist, has no power and no authority, and is full of sour spirits, and often doesn't return home at night, but for her, because of love, it is bearable.

Hearing this, Liu Bo nodded, staggered into the house with a few oiled paper bags in his hand, threw them on the table, and sat down, not to mention helping, he didn't even look at Xue Qi, who was busy serving the meals to the table in the kitchen.

However, as soon as the dish was served, he raised his eyebrows: "How can you be so pure, you are a young lady, how can you not understand the saying that there is no meat and no table, I think that my Liu Gongxun has fallen to such a point for you, but I am really blind with a pair of eyes, and I am blinded by lard!"

As he spoke, he didn't stop putting his hands down, and opened the oiled paper packets one by one, which contained some sauce meat, roast chicken, roast duck, and even a pot of wine!

Looking at the wine and meat on the table, Xue Qi did not sit down to share the food with him, but quietly returned to the courtyard, picked up the sewing basket, and continued to sew clothes.

This man is hated to the point of growing his teeth!

He only knew that he had mixed with some sour scholars every day, and had a drink and a meal, but he had never handed over a copper plate to his family.

And Xue Qi, the daughter of a rich family who used to have unlimited glory, worked hard to make a meager income for others to support him, so who would be even more unbearable?

However, she never complained to Liu Bo, she just followed him, worked hard and worked tirelessly, and slowly transformed from pure white and delicate to such a weak heart now, could it be that all this is just because she deserves it?

The moon in the sky seemed to feel sorry for the poor woman, and the moonlight sprinkled was not as pale as usual, but the thick silver light poured down like a flood and projected into the puddle, but the stronger the light, the more inexplicable the cold became.

Or, this cold heart is better than the cold of the moonlight!