Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

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Xie Zhiyun didn't remember the Lantern Festival at all that year.

She doesn't remember ever being in danger, she doesn't remember running away with her mother in a hurry, and she doesn't remember the injuries her mother suffered to protect their siblings.

Perhaps it was because she was overly frightened that after waking up with a high fever, she forgot everything.

She was Huijie since she was a child, and she was different from ordinary children. If it was common to talk about the Lantern Festival at that time, Xie Zhiyun would probably understand why her mother was seriously ill.

She happened to be at that time, so that she would not feel guilty and sad all the time, so the family concealed the matter.

There were tears in Xie Zhijun's eyes, she blinked her eyes to prevent herself from crying in vain.

Nanny Jia held her hand tightly and would not let go no matter what.

The Boshan stove by the window curled up like smoke, and the thousand-step incense lingered all over Xie Zhijun's body. In the thousand-step incense, there was still remnant sandalwood. She sniffed the familiar smell deeply to calm herself down.

"and then?"

Grandma Jia thought for a while, and then said: "Because of the injury and blood loss, Madam's old illness relapsed, and her health failed all of a sudden. She is seriously ill in bed, so the Patriarch should be anxious."

But at that time, there were frequent wars and wars were happening everywhere, and the madam's life-saving medicine couldn't help her, so the head of the family decided to go to Taixing himself.

"It's a pity," Grandma Jia held back her tears, not letting herself cry in front of Xie Zhiyun, "After the spring of that year, it was also such a cold spring. When the mountain road collapsed, the Patriarch was blocked outside Qinghe Mountain in Taixing. I couldn't get back the Yangxin powder within three days, I just rushed back to see my wife for the last time."

Xie Zhijun took a deep breath, lowered her head, and rubbed her eyes on her shoulders.

Seeing that she was still weeping quietly, Grandma Jia didn't say much, and said: "It's all a trick of fate. The head of the family always feels that his wife died because he didn't get the medicine in time, so he doesn't allow the family servants to talk about it. In his heart It's very sad."

Xie Zhijun sighed: "But why doesn't he say anything to Ah Xing, or to me? Ah Xing has suffered so much for so many years."

"Ah Xing always felt that his mother was weak because of him. When Tianshou was six years old, A Xing was only two years old and didn't remember anything at all. This kind of guilt made him so entangled with his mother's death that he easily believed it. The words of those servant women."

"Father should have explained to Ah Xing at that time."

As Xie Zhiyun spoke, there was both incomprehension of his father and indifference and alienation in his words.

She had been taught harshly by her father for many years, and all she heard were reprimands and admonitions. After losing her mother, Xie Zhiyun no longer knew what kindness was from her parents.

If it weren't for the presence of Nanny Jia by her side, Xie Zhiyun feared that she would be as cynical as Ah Xing.

Nanny Jia sighed again.

She sighed more today than in the previous month.

"Miss, the Patriarch has such a temperament, and he was also brought up by the old Patriarch. He doesn't know how to be a loving father."

"I won't persuade you to forgive the Patriarch. If you don't hit yourself with the stick, you won't know the pain, but if you hit the young lady, I will know the pain."

"But now that you are married and have a new life in the Duke's Mansion, let's look forward and live the future well, isn't that good?"

The past is hard to recover, the dead are gone, and the past is empty.

Why cling to the haze of the past instead of looking forward to the bright future?

Xie Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief, she patted Nanny Jia's fat hand backhand, with a light smile in her eyes.

"The nanny I know," Xie Zhiyun said, "Don't you think I'm very good?"

Speaking of this, Xie Zhiyun suddenly felt blessed: "So, just now Weiying asked me if the natural disasters in Langhuan Taixing and other places 13 years ago were the landslides that my father encountered?"

Grandma Jia couldn't recover. She carefully read Xie Zhiyun's words, but she didn't quite understand: "Why did Mrs. Ying ask Miss about this?"

Xie Zhiyun shook her head: "I don't know, and I don't know why she hates me."

Xie Zhiyun looked at the sky outside, and before he knew it, the sunset glowed brilliantly, and the setting sun melted into gold.

It was evening.

Xie Zhiyun remembered what Bai Ri Wei Ji said, and said, "Okay, these are old things, let's not talk about them for now, and we will talk about them if we hear any news in the future."

"Mammy asked Wei Ji to come back for dinner tonight?"

Xie Zhiyun felt a little strange: "It's obvious that I only finished my lunch at Shenshi, but I'm actually a little hungry now."

Grandma Jia smiled and said, "It's a good thing to be hungry. Miss is in her prime. It's good luck to eat more and sleep more."

Not long after, Xiao Zhong came to report that Wei Jiyou would be home at just the right time.

Xie Zhiyun asked Zhao Yu to order food in the small kitchen. In addition to the Wei family's favorite fried rice, she also ordered stewed pork with bamboo shoots, fried lotus root with vegetables, and loofah and green bean soup.

In addition, Xie Zhijun also asked the kitchen to serve more dry food and snacks, fearing that there would not be enough for dinner.

After this meal arrangement, Wei Ji had just arrived home.

I don't know what he did later, the corners of his clothes were full of dust, it was very dusty, Xie Zhiyun pinched his nose in disgust, and said: "Go wash and change clothes, refresh yourself before going to the dining room."

Wei Ji looked at her with a funny face, didn't say much, and went to change his clothes first.

When the two of them gathered in the dining hall, Xie Zhiyun realized that today's meal was very rich.

In addition to the dishes she ordered, there is also a basket of meat buns with sauce and a large bowl of egg noodle soup, enough for two people.

Xie Zhiyun smiled very softly: "Didn't the little father-in-law ask me to treat you to dinner, I ordered special food for today's meal, and I hope the little father-in-law likes it."

After she ordered food, it was treated as a treat, Wei Ji smiled, imitating the polite Zhuangyuan Lang.

"Thank you Madam for taking care of me, Xiaosheng is flattered."

Xie Zhiyun looked left and right, and felt that he was not so pleasing to the eye today, not so annoying.

She pointed to the white porcelain bottle beside the table, and said: "The wine I bought today has already been warmed up, my little father-in-law will have a few drinks with me, to taste whether the wine is good or not."

"Oh? Why does Madam want to drink?"

Xie Zhiyun encountered so many things today, and recalled the past, and felt a little depressed in his heart and wanted to express it.

But she didn't know how to express it, and she couldn't learn to act recklessly, so she finally thought of this thorn wine.

Naturally, she wouldn't tell Wei Ji about these things, she just filled the wine for the two of them herself, and raised the cup to respect him.

"No one else, just want to taste one or two."

She wanted to have a drink, so of course Wei Ji risked his life to accompany the gentleman.

He picked up the wine cup and clinked the glass with her lightly.

"Madam please."

"Please, my lord."

The two drank.

Xie Zhiyun frowned suddenly.

The entrance is extremely sour and spicy, and amidst the spicy, there is also an indescribable bitterness.

It is the bitterness of displacement and constant war; it is the pain of parting from life and death, and the separation of relatives; it is the torment of poverty and struggling to survive.

After a spicy bite, there is not only bitterness, but also sourness.

Only at the end of the day, can there be a touch of sweetness in the aftertaste.

A jar of such cheap thorn wine has tasted all the ups and downs.

Xie Zhiyun took a sip of wine, not only blushed, but also froze, without saying a word.

Wei Ji stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her: "Ma'am, what's the matter?"

Xie Zhijun was like waking up from a big dream, she looked down at the wine cup in her hand, and couldn't help saying: "No wonder this wine sells well."

Wei Ji laughed: "I always thought Madam only likes green plum brew or bamboo leaf green, but Madam also likes such sour fruit wine."

"No, I don't like it," Xie Zhijun shook her head, and she poured another glass for the two of them, "I just think it's good."

Wei Ji couldn't tell the difference between the two, so he obediently picked up his wine glass and clinked glasses with Xie Zhiyun.

"In this case, as a husband, you must respect your wife."

Xie Zhiyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his faint eyes fell on Wei Ji's handsome face.

"Why respect me?" she asked.

Wei Ji thought for a while, and finally said: "Thank you Madam for accompanying me to eat wonton today, so I must respect Madam."

Xie Zhiyun's hand holding the wine cup paused slightly, her heart moved slightly, and she lowered her head to look at her reflection in the wine cup.

Because it is cheap fruit wine, the wine is not clear, but rather cloudy, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

But Xie Zhiyun still saw his firm gaze in the wine.

After what happened today, it is even more impossible for Xie Zhijun to let the future be like that nightmare, pushing all the good things to naught.

The joy that day did not bring about dreams, but Xie Zhiyun didn't want to give up.

If it doesn't work once, try again.

Always get what you want.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhiyun raised his head, looked at Wei Ji and smiled lightly: "Since the young man likes this wine, then we will not get drunk."

Wei Ji raised his eyebrows, fortunately he put down his chopsticks and said, "Okay, come and drink."

So the husband and wife actually put together wine on the dining table.

Xie Zhijun didn't know how much Wei Ji could drink, but this fruit wine was indeed stronger than rice wine. After drinking two or three glasses, she became a little dizzy, and there were phantoms in front of her eyes.

But her sanity is clear.

Xie Zhijun took advantage of Wei Ji's time to lower his head to eat, and winked at Zhao Yu, asking her to replace the bottle of wine in her hand with tea.

When toasting Wei Ji again, Xie Zhijun took the initiative even more.

"Today, my little father-in-law went to Xie's house to pick me up, and I would like to toast you."

"Thank you, little father-in-law, for going shopping with me, and I'll toast you again."

"Come on, little prince, let's pray for the wife and the cousin girl, and hope that they will recover soon and be in good health."

Xie Zhijun had endless words to say, and endless toasts. In the end, more than half of the two jars of thorn wine went into Wei Ji's stomach.

His wheat-colored face flushed, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled a little. He ate two meat buns on the table in a row, and he had to go to get the third one.

Thank goodness, finally drunk.

Xie Zhiyun breathed a sigh of relief, she winked at Zhao Yu again, and asked her to call Xiao Zhong in, and helped Wei Ji into the main room.

When Wei Ji lay down on the canopy bed, Xie Zhiyun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She asked someone to serve hot water, and she sat on the side of the bed with a handkerchief to clean Wei Ji's face.

The strong aroma of wine came to his face, Xie Zhiyun only felt his face turn redder.

Her hand slid down from Wei Ji's heroic sword eyebrows, passed by his tightly closed star pupils, brushed against his sharp-edged cheeks, and finally landed on his thin lips.

Wei Ji's lips are beautifully shaped and thin. When they are gently closed, they look like weak thin leaves swaying in the silent deep sea.

Xie Zhiyun's hand stopped by Wei Ji's lips.

She didn't think that much when she was pouring wine just now, but now she is a little at a loss.

Wei Ji is drunk, what should he do next?

Xie Zhiyun wanted to cry but had no tears.

She won't!

　Thank you everyone for staying with Zhiyun until now, the editor notice, it will be put on the shelves tomorrow~ Tomorrow it will be changed to a double update, a total of [-] words, tentatively scheduled for [-]:[-] update, [-]:[-] update, I hope everyone will support it, very, very grateful!

　　
　
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