Go back to the Admiral's youth through the book

Chapter 24 (24) Her Confession

"Husband, how much does it cost?" Xia Ou asked the admiral who was flipping through the sacrifices, with a very "serious" expression.

Only then did she realize that she was captivated by the admiral's beauty, she was secretly annoyed, and looked at him pretending to be calm, but unexpectedly a blush climbed onto her cheeks.

Yang Zhuzi was worried that the little dog would love money, so he refused to let Ji Xiucai buy it, and hurriedly said, "It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's only a penny a bucket!"

"You are my wife, I will never lose you." Ji Chen slightly raised the corners of his lips.

The shy and uncomfortable look of the little lady is far from the small appearance of ghosts and ghosts in the past, which makes Ji Cheng feel a strange joy in his heart.

Looking at the loofah water, Xia Ou was deeply touched.

This is really prepared for himself, even if he hates loofah, he can still prepare it for her because he likes it.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly cold admiral can treat his family members so warmly.

Also, she knew that five cents was not a small sum, and a strong man could only earn five cents a day by going to the wharf to fight big bags.

And he spent such a large amount of money just for his own bath water.

Her own money can't be spent in vain, in order to make the best use of it, she gave a few more instructions.

"When picking loofah water, don't take it just after it rains. At this time, there is too much water and it has no medicinal effect. Also, you can't extract it after the sun comes out..."

"Okay, I've written it all down!" Yang Zhuzi memorized every detail carefully.

Seeing that there were no mistakes or omissions in the sacrifice, and seeing that the bucket of juice was qualified, Ji Cheng took out a penny from his purse and said, "I bought this bucket, take it!"

"Thank you Ji Xiucai!" Yang Zhuzi originally wanted to give the bucket to them, but he didn't expect to get a copper coin, both surprised and delighted.

He bowed and said, "Thank you, young master, see you tomorrow!"

After Yang Zhuzi left, Ji Cheng asked, "Isn't five barrels a day enough? Then I'll order more?"

Xia Ou's eyes were piercing, and she hurriedly refused, "No, that's enough. After the five buckets are heated, pour them into the bathtub. At least it can reach the chest. It's just right for me to stick my head in!"

"Then why do you look so preoccupied?" Ji Cheng lowered his brows and pondered, trying to figure out what the little lady was thinking, and said, "If you really want to eat loofah, it's not impossible..."

"Husband, I had a very strange dream. In the dream... I was married to Wu Yong, and I disappeared before I was married.

After that, people have been in a trance, and I can't remember clearly, but I remember that my husband was tricked by close relatives, and then entered the palace and became a eunuch. The clothes you wear are beautiful, but you are always sullen and cold. , they all say you are disabled..."

Xia Ou tried her best to confess in a teasing tone.

She tried her best to grin, with a smile on her face all the time, but she was uneasy inside.

"This is the reason why you are going to marry me in court?" Ji Cheng's thin lips parted lightly, his face was calm and breezy, but he tightly clenched his big hands with distinct knuckles under his sleeves.

At that time in the previous life, she had already died and became his wife in the underworld. Could it be that there really are ghosts in the world?

With the soul of the underworld wife, she has been with her all the time?

But when she thought that she didn't marry him because she loved him, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

Without waiting for Xia Ou to explain, Ji Cheng said, "I'm leaving for the exam in ten days. You and I will leave the village this time. I don't know how long it will take to come back."

"Okay, Xiao Ou will accompany my husband to the exam..." Xia Ou's body suddenly loosened, and the little heart he was carrying just now galloped forward.

But somehow he felt that something was wrong, so he took a closer look at his eyes, showing a slight sense of loneliness...

So, she couldn't bear it again.

He is still good to himself, she can't be so disrespectful and let him be calculated, can't she?

Good brother, show loyalty!
Even if she doesn't have much ability, she still wants to do her best to protect him.

By the way, tomorrow he will pay homage to his deceased father, so she has to do her part.

Life comes and goes, and she is not a white-eyed wolf, right?

Ji Cheng had a panoramic view of the little lady's changing expressions.

Just now, she was joking on the surface, but in fact her little face turned pale with fright, there was a timid look in her dark and moist eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled and trembled, she looked like a cute little milk dog
In this way, the little lady who is usually heartless has learned to worry about herself.

As a husband, he is both satisfied and sad.

The little lady cares about him, that's enough...

The next day.

In the morning light of the morning glow, layers of clouds are condensed over the village, and the smoke from each house is curling up, and the light smoke is like mist, blowing with the wind.

Ji Cheng carried the sacrificial offerings on his back, and took the summer lotus root to pay respects to Jihan Mountain, where he had lived for three full years in the thatched hut in the back mountain.

Back then, after he sent his father away, he still couldn't calm down, and he was always in grief, unable to extricate himself.

In the past three years of keeping his filial piety, he always likes to quietly search every familiar corner, looking for the figure of his father's stalwart, as if he never left himself.

But dreams will always wake you up, if you don't wake up, others will wake you up, he was awakened by reality.

There are two old peach trees on the side of the thatched cottage, and in the middle is Jihanshan's tomb.

Thatched house with earthen walls and wooden doors, the fence at the entrance is covered with lush morning glory vines, swaying in the wind, the peach blossoms all over the tree are gone, leaving only the branches full of green leaves.

Ji Shiro, who was once invincible on the battlefield, was buried in the low soil bag. He once wore bright clothes and angered horses, and was dressed in glory.

I remember that when he was a child, he picked all the astringent fruits, but he couldn't eat half of them after a hard day, so his father marinated them with sugar and made them into candied fruit and preserved fruit, which he could eat for a whole winter.

Today, the Qingyan peach tree is still there, and there are no people under the tree.

The former emperor once praised: Ji Family Silang, both resourceful and courageous, well-versed in literature and martial arts, well versed in the art of war, well-versed in geographical location, and fine in weapons, can be described as a handsome talent!
Those who can be expelled from the clan are not allowed to engage in the careers of the four peoples, that is, scholars, farmers, businessmen, and soldiers.

Even without the household registration certificate issued by the clan, it is impossible to enter a prosperous big town, and this life will be ruined.

This was the case with his father. He did not get his household registration again until he got married with Sangu Xia, walked a long way in the fields, and became a villager in Juren Village.

Because of this, he was able to study and start a career, and had a clean background, and because of this, his father was very grateful to Sangu Xia...

As far as the eyes can see, they are all memories, some are cold and some are warm, but in the end it still warms up the chill in all limbs.

Childhood memories bit by bit, scenes of the past swept through.

But even if he had all the power in his previous life, he would not be able to see his father again.

He misses his father very much, misses him so much...

Xia Ou is different from the admiral, she doesn't want to go back to the past even if she is killed.

Since the original owner could remember, he had lived in endless insults.

Before she was five years old, she herded cattle, cut firewood, transplanted rice seedlings, carried water, and washed clothes. There was endless work to do every day.

Every time I just planted rice seedlings and came home, I had to herd cattle, even on rainy days.

The physical exhaustion was not over yet, those elders picked on her mistakes, and the cousins ​​picked things up again.

Tired, very tired, very tired...

　The ancient clans were sometimes more powerful than the court's kingly law, which was both an advantage and a disadvantage...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)