What kind of bad thoughts can my husband have?

Chapter 3 I will not marry Chen Wang

"Girl, girl is awake?"

The thin girl next to the couch, with red hair tied in a bun and wearing a green short jacket, breathed a sigh of relief, her thin lips were pursed, and there was an obvious red mole on her chin, which seemed to have been spotted on purpose Yes, the whole person looks very delicate.

Lin Zhao opened his eyes, and saw that the little girl with a worried expression turned out to be Mangzhong.

This girl was unlucky, she contracted typhoid fever before she got married in her previous life, and died of illness, and now she was alive in front of her, Lin Zhao couldn't help staring at her closely.

Seeing that the man woke up, Mang Zhong hurriedly called Chun Equinox to bring a hot towel and wiped Lin Zhao's forehead: "Young lady has woken up, she scared me to death."

Lin Zhao's dry eyes rolled, and he saw the newly painted house wall, which was covered with rubbings, and there was a Western wall clock with a golden unicorn hanging under it, and various books were placed on the row of antique shelves. In the bedroom of Jianjia Pavilion where I used to live, I felt mixed emotions and let out a sigh of relief.

It's not a dream, I really have a new life.

It turns out that people really have a next life.

—— Ah Zhao!We will be husband and wife in the next life!

Chen Wang's hysteria was still in his ears.

Lin Zhao's face turned pale instantly.

Realizing the strangeness of his own girl, Mang Zhong panicked. Lin Zhao was frozen in the ancestral hall for a day and a night without water and rice. I'm afraid there is something wrong. I heard that there are people who burn their brains due to the cold weather. Girls, don't let it go up.

"Girl? Girl, what's the matter with you? Is there something wrong?" Mang Zhong turned to urge the spring equinox, "Sister, go and invite Langzhong Liao back! You must not have left the house yet!"

The spring equinox is about to rush out the door.

Lin Zhao came back to his senses, hurriedly called the fat girl to stop, and said lightly to the anxious Mangzhong: "I'm fine, I just feel a little cold."

Mangzhong looked at her face, and there was some blood on it, much better than when he was lethargic, but his heart was still a little flustered, the girl's body can't be joked about.

Lin Zhao explained a few more sentences, which will dispel Mangzhong's suspicion.

When the vernal equinox came, she tucked the stove under Lin Zhao's quilt and put it under her feet: "Young lady knows that it's cold, it's good, that's how to slow down. When I was in the ancestral hall in the morning, I was so cold that I didn't even feel the cold."

Hearing what she said, Mang Zhong stopped arguing for the doctor.

"Miss is hungry." She said, "Do you want to eat something?"

Lin Zhao felt a bitter taste in her mouth. Mang Zhong explained that she had boiled ginseng soup when she was unconscious. After a few seconds of silence, Lin Zhao said that she wanted to drink a bowl of hot tea. Da Chen Chao had a saying: No Food, not a day without tea.

"Okay, I'm going to cook for the girl, and I need to add a lot of ginger silk." Mang Zhong wiped away his tears and said.

Just as she was about to go out, the crystal curtain at the door was lifted, and with a clattering sound, a tall and pretty woman squeezed in with snowflakes all over her body, she was the lady next to her.

"Sister." Mang Zhong said hurriedly.

Listening to the pen, she stepped aside, and an upright woman came in. She had a quiet face, and her high bun was cumbersome but not messy. She was wearing a pale yellow winter jacket, which was covered with a coat for fear of getting dirty. It belonged to Lin Zhao. The birth mother is Tang's.

"……Mother."

Looking at the Tang family when he was young, Lin Zhao was a little crazy.

Her mother is the only daughter of Tang Zhe, the former Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites. Influenced by her parents, she has read a lot of books.

The more books he reads, the less human touch he has. In Lin Zhao's impression, his mother is sensible and indifferent to everyone, whether it is his father, or his own flesh and blood like his third brother.

Now that Tang is still very young, standing in front of him, even though his mother did not shed a single tear on the day she came out of the court, she is still her biological mother, Lin Zhaoyuan's eyes turned red.

Mang Zhong took the ointment from Tingbi and took out Lin Zhao's hand. She had an argument with Lin's father that day, and was beaten by Chen Ge'er, Lin's close servant.

At this time, the bleeding stopped, and the red opening was cracked hard by the cold, and Tingbi looked at it with worry.

When she looked at Tang, he was not disturbed.

Listening to the pen, I sighed in my heart, Madam is really hard-hearted, she doesn't say anything about her own daughter being beaten like this, but I also heard that when she was a girl in the Tang family, she had no human feelings at all.

"Girl's hands are precious. If they are broken..." Mang Zhong was applying medicine to Lin Zhao, his voice choked with aggrieved voice, "This Man Qingjing asks, girl's hands are worth ten thousand gold."

Lin Zhao heard this and looked down at his hands.

In the past, it was as white as jade, and as slender as a green onion, but now it is full of scars, and blood dries up in it.

These hands were famous in Qingjing when she was in the boudoir.

Lin Zhao is not good at female craftsmen, but she can write well. In Linghe style, which was handed down a hundred years ago, learning one or two ways of writing is enough to win a job, but she has practiced twelve kinds of writing to a high degree of proficiency.

Youxi Danqing, the magpies on her canvases are as vivid as if they are about to fly away in spring.

Chen Wang used to like her hands the most, and regarded them as treasures. He kissed and bit them. It was not enough to gnaw them into blood and blood, but he had to pinch them off alive with utensils, heal them, and pinch them off again.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhao's complexion was not very good.

"Mangzhong, close the window."

Tang ordered, and told the rest of the people to go out, and sat on a round stool covered with a floral cloth beside him.

Lin Zhao felt bitter, her mother never seemed to sit by her bed, hold her hand, or touch her face and speak in a soft voice, she was always so alienated.

"It's not yet spring, and it's freezing cold, no matter what, I won't let you go to the ancestral hall to make you kneel." Tang said, "If I open my mouth on some things, your father won't be able to make up his mind, but you have to Serve him tea to make amends, you can't lose your manners in front of the elders."

present.

The mother finally folded on this word.

She seems to have no affection, only courtesy.

She has no conjugal affection for her father, only the courtesy of respecting each other as a guest, and very little affection for herself and her third brother, all of which are parenting rituals.

"My daughter knows."

Lin Zhao still agreed.

Tang nodded, and as Lin expected, she brought up the matter of marriage again.

When the late emperor was around, he only favored King Ying, the nine princes born by Concubine Xiao De, and Lin Zhao's grandfather fell in love with him, and he also rose to the top of the sky, and got a military commander's job as General Yunhui.

I thought King Ying would become a nobleman and enjoy the fortune under the dragon chair when he ascended the throne, but who knew that when the first emperor passed away, it was the second prince, King Liao, who sat on the dragon chair, and grandfather Lin suffered a great loss.

King Liao suffered a lot in the hands of Queen Ying's mother and son in his early years. The first thing he did when he became the throne was to dispose of the couple. Although he didn't blame others, but with a knife on his neck, Grandpa Lin's life was not easy.

Not to mention being excluded from the imperial court, when eating in the verandah every day, others are divided into sweet rice porridge, pancakes, and rice dumplings according to the rules, but he is a bowl of mutton soup worth two dollars.

Everyone said it was bestowed with death.

Every time Mr. Lin swallowed, he had the determination to die.

Although the new emperor did not intend to kill, after half a year, Mr. Lin was so frightened that he went crazy and died of illness.

Although Father Lin inherited the remaining General Yunhui, he was deprived of the Zuo Hu Jun Soldier Talisman, which is also a useless and empty position.

Coupled with Chen Chao's emphasis on literature over martial arts, the Lin family became more and more decadent.

On the day of Shangyuan, Father Lin was summoned to the palace by the Empress Dowager. The old man was the adoptive mother of King Ying. Seeing that the Lin family was so implicated, she couldn't bear it, so she told Father Lin that she would choose a new noble family to marry, maintain the family status, and show favor to the emperor by the way.

Her old man will help him ask for a reward marriage in front of the emperor.

Seeing the opportunity, Father Lin immediately went back and told Lin Zhao that he fell in love with Chen Wang, the second son of Duke Rong.

She had to agree in her previous life.

In mid-July, he entered Rongwang's mansion.

On the night of the wedding, Lin Zhao lifted his hijab, and saw the graceful Chen Wang, and put on the table with him, the set of nineteen kinds of pleasure-seeking utensils, and those horrible sinister hobbies.

The Lin family skyrocketed.

This is how Lin Zhao's nightmare began.

14 years.

Every step the Lin family took was on the flesh and blood of Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao clenched the bed sheet tightly, not letting himself fall into the pain of memories.

I can't, I can't step into the Chen family again!
Tang said calmly: "Children's marriage has always been the order of the parents and the matchmaker's words. There is no need to discuss it with you. Your father and I have already chosen a family. You were arguing that day, and there were too many people to talk about it. I have to tell you soon."

"I don't want to marry Chen Wang."

"It's the Xue family, Xue Dao."

The two said at the same time.

Lin Zhao was stunned: "Xue Dao?"

Chun Equinox, who was close to the door to eavesdrop, also widened his eyes: "Xue Dao?"

Looking back, Mang Zhong was also surprised and said: "The monk who returned to vulgarity?"

(End of this chapter)