Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Chapter 57
"In fact, it's better not to meet."

Su Yuanyuan was a little puzzled, she raised her head to look, but only saw his resolute chin.

"Why?"

"How should I put it, anyone will look at the problem with what kind of perspective. When they go to give gifts, they will not only be embarrassed by our discovery, but also have suspicions. They will even wonder if we are the same as them. Fu Shen does not accept it. Their ceremony, they will even wonder if we used some method to win Fu Shen over, do you understand?"

Su Yuanyuan didn't expect this level. At first, she was only secretly happy because she happened to meet Shi's family who came to give gifts and beg for help. would think so.

"Of course, this is just our speculation. We can't judge people with the heart of a villain, and place charges on people for crimes that haven't happened. Wouldn't that be unfounded?"

Su Yuanyuan nodded, resting her small head on Jiang Wenzheng's chest, feeling the vigorous beating of his heart under his skin.

"Go to sleep, it's getting late."

Jiang Wenzheng's voice sounded a little tired, and he turned off the light with his hand, lying flat on the bed with his eyes tightly closed.

In just a split second, Su Yuanyuan's heart suddenly shrank and became empty, and her exhaled breath was trembling.

Jiang Wenzheng is weird today. On weekdays, he would let himself exercise with him, chat with her for a while, listen to her talk about what happened today, and sometimes bicker with her for a while. He only talked with her for a short while, which was very perfunctory.

Su Yuanyuan hugged the quilt, and opened the distance between herself and Jiang Wenzheng, the smelly man will really change!
Start perfunctory her now!
He obviously said yesterday that he would not change his mind!
Su Yuanyuan's heart ached in anger, and she kicked Jiang Wenzheng's ass with her little foot under the quilt. The man took a breath and was about to turn over. Su Yuanyuan looked forward to it for a moment, hoping that he could accompany her to make trouble After a while, it showed that he still had his own in his heart, but Jiang Wenzheng just turned over and didn't do anything else.

Su Yuanyuan's expression froze, her eyes lowered in disappointment, she turned over and closed her eyes with her back to him at a place farther away from Jiang Wenzheng.

In fact, it is a lie to say that she is not lost. After getting along for so long, she has long been used to playing the role of Jiang Wenzheng's wife, and she is also very dependent on Jiang Wenzheng. In the morning, he will help her dress and put her feet on the He helped her put socks on on his lap, and even patted her little feet with his hands when they were finished. He handed all the dishes and chopsticks to her. She had never seen shelled shrimps around Jiang Wenzheng.

It stands to reason that Jiang Wenzheng likes himself, but why is he so indifferent today?
Su Yuanyuan fell asleep after thinking about it, but in the dead of night, the man suddenly let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes.

He sat up and looked at the little woman whose back was facing him, and helplessly pulled the quilt up to cover her exposed back, then bent down again, and kissed her little furry head lightly.

He only took the outer robe on the side and put it on his body, glanced at Su Yuanyuan, then pushed the wheelchair out of the room gently.

During the Qingming Festival, it rained again in the morning, and now there is a cool wind blowing, which makes people's backs feel cool.

The sky was clear without a single cloud, and the first quarter moon hung empty in the sky.

Pushing open the wooden door, a young man in a black gown was leaning against the wall, turning his head to look at him when he heard the sound.

"Walk?"

Jiang Wenzheng answered him softly, "Let's go."

Jiang Xuan led two horses from nowhere, and he supported Jiang Wenzheng to help him get on the horse. Jiang Wenzheng could use his left leg now, but when he sat on the saddle, his back was covered with sweat.

It’s been a long time since I sat on a horse. When I was young, I rode a horse through the streets, and when I was young, I rode a horse to fight in the battlefield. When this familiar feeling swept over his body, Jiang Wenzheng’s fingers holding the rein trembled.

The two of them left the city and headed west all the way in the direction of Mount Horsefly.

Originally, it took two hours to walk, but the two arrived in less than half an hour.

There is a river in the west of Mount Fu, named Shanghe. This river separates Daqi and Xiliang, and it can be said to be the border of the two countries.

The hunters living near Mount Aspen all know that there are the most prey on Mount Mount, and the farmers know where the medicinal materials are the best, but they don't know that there is a small shady pit in the upper reaches of the river, and there are no less than [-] graves in the pit. Bao, buried under the loess is the dead bones of the Jiang family's Zhongliang.

Jiang Xuan helped Jiang Wenzheng get off the horse, and the two of them knelt in front of these graves, their foreheads pressed tightly against the cold ground. The scene of the tragic death of the Jiang family kept flashing through Jiang Wenzheng's mind, and even his breathing was trembling. He took a deep breath He could even smell the blood mixed with the soil.

Jiang Xuan clenched his fists tightly. In the grave in front of him was not only his father, but also his clan members, all of whom were good men who sacrificed their lives for the motherland.

It's just that a hero died in battle, not even worthy of having a decent grave, how sad.

The flames of burning paper money shone on the faces of the two men. They had grown from teenagers to youths, but the price of growing up was so tragic.

"Brother, the prince's party really deserves death."

Jiang Xuan's tone was very calm. The hatred of these years has long been smoothed out in countless nightmares, and this kind of hatred has even become his daily routine.

But Jiang Wenzheng was different, he endured it, buried this hatred in his heart, and kept silent.

Jiang Xuan thought that he would sink like this, and Jiang Xuan's mother also thought that he would spend the rest of his life in this small mountain depression. It wasn't that he forgot his hatred, it was that he couldn't forget it at all. How could he forget the screams and the blood that spurted out when the whole family was beheaded?

"Ah Xuan, it's not the knife that kills, it's the person holding the knife."

So what if the people who support the prince are wiped out?If the prince is not removed, countless people will support him and pave the way for him to ascend the throne.

His Jiang family has been loyal and good for generations. Since he can't do anything against him, he will support a wise monarch.

With strong wine in his throat, Jiang Wenzheng still couldn't feel any warmth in his heart. After bidding farewell to the tribe, the two hurried back.

It was only three o'clock when we arrived at the door of the house, Jiang Wenzheng locked the wooden door in place, and when he returned to the room, seeing Su Yuanyuan was still sleeping deeply, he sat in the room for a while to dispel the cold air on his body before going to bed.

Su Yuanyuan slept extremely unsteadily this time, aware of the movement of the man beside her, subconsciously rolled over and hugged him, touched his strong body, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Jiang Wenzheng, however, was sleepless all night, looking at the sleeping face of the little woman in his arms, he smiled softly.

He should fight, not just for himself.

He didn't meet Su Yuanyuan when he was the most beautiful, but now Su Yuanyuan will never leave when he is most embarrassed, he should also fight hard to earn a bright future for her.

(End of this chapter)