After wearing the book, I became the first wife of a treacherous official who died early

The facial features of the Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties were not very delicate.

However, he has an extraordinary temperament, refined and refined, and every movement and stillness makes people involuntarily want to see more.

If it wasn't for his family's decline in the future, Liu Wencai probably wouldn't be able to get a little bit of Song Yuanming's side in his life.

Liu Wencai was so angry that his teeth were itching. He was ruthless and Jiang Jiu also hated Song Yuanming, and there was actually a reason for this to deliberately hook up with Jiang Jiu, but he didn't show it on his face.

Liu Wencai was so angry after being poked at the sore spot, he pointed at Jiang Jiu and cursed: "She, she is lying! Don't believe it, everyone. It was Jiang Jiu, a bitch, who told me that she despises brother Yuanming as a lame man." , she looks down on Brother Yuanming!"

Liu Wencai was very unwilling to see the eyes of everyone looking at him, and shouted in desperation: "Jiang Jiu, do you dare to say that you haven't said these things? If you have the ability, swear to God that you didn't say these things of!"

Jiang Jiu smiled, swear? !What dare not.Jiang Jiu just felt that Liu Wencai was thinking too much, let's not mention swearing, which is a very superstitious practice in ancient times.

This sentence alone is true, but it is not from the mouth of the current Jiang Jiu, but from the former original body to Liu Wencai.

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"Yuan Ming, are you going home right now? Don't stay a little longer." Huang Xuezhong sat leisurely on a grand teacher's chair, holding a bowl of tea on the desk with one hand.

While pretending to blow the hot air on the tea, he glanced at Song Yuanming who was opposite him from the corner of his eye.

"Well, it's getting late, it's time to go back, how many people are still waiting at home?" Song Yuanming replied lightly, bowed his head and continued to pack the books, paper and pens on his desk.

"Huh? Yuan Ming, I haven't seen you using crutches for several days?" Huang Xuezhong raised it intentionally or unintentionally, "You, your legs, alas, it's more convenient to walk with crutches. "

"It broke down a few days ago, so I don't use it anymore." Song Yuanming lowered his eyelids halfway, covering the thoughts in his eyes, and only opened his mouth to explain.

"Oh, so that's the case! No wonder I said, Yuan Ming, why don't you use crutches for the past few days? Your love is broken."

Huang Xuezhong didn't know what he thought of, and continued: "I have several crutches at home. They were left by my old father-in-law. Now that the old man is gone, those crutches are just decorations at home. How about tomorrow?" I'll bring you a little one by the way, what do you think?"

"Thank you, Senior Huang. I have accepted it, but this gift is too expensive. Yuan Ming dare not accept it. Senior Huang should take it back." Song Yuanming spoke in a calm voice.

"Where is there." Huang Xuezhong smiled and waved his hands, "Before you came, the old mountain leader told me to take good care of you. What's more, the first time I saw you, Yuan Ming, I knew you were a world-class talent You are not an ordinary person, I really admire you for a young and promising young man like you."

Song Yuanming just said: "Senior Huang is too famous, I am only indebted to the love and affection of the old mountain head, so I can earn a living in Nanshan Academy. I dare not compare with you, Senior Huang, let alone talk about knowledge. It’s not an unrivaled talent.”

After hearing these words, Huang Xuezhong felt very comfortable, but he said: "I am quite old, how can I compare with you young people, Yuan Ming, you are too humble."

The two chatted for a while, and after Song Yuanming sorted out his things, he cupped his hands at Huang Xuezhong and said, "The junior will go back first."

Huang Xuezhong listened to a few compliments on him, even the corners of his eyes and brows were upturned, he waved his hands and said, "Then I won't keep you anymore, you should go back quickly, don't make your family wait."

At the end, I added another sentence: "Remember to come early in the afternoon, there are still some important matters that need your help, Yuan Ming."

Song Yuanming knew very well in his heart what Huang Xuezhong wanted to do. He sank his eyes, didn't say much, just said: "Got it." Then he left.

Huang Xuezhong took a sip of tea leisurely, half-closed his eyes and watched Song Yuanming limping out little by little, shook his head and sighed: "After all, it's still a little too tender."

Song Yuanming walked out of Nanshan Academy with the books in his arms. His expression did not change much from when he talked with Huang Xuezhong before. From the outsiders' point of view, he was still lukewarm as usual.

However, at a place that no one else could see, he secretly bit his lower lip until a strong smell of blood filled his mouth before he would stop.

Only the stimulation of pain can make him more awake, he doesn't want to just pass by like this, he doesn't want to, he never wants to.

Song Yuanming rearranged his emotions, let out a breath, and tried to make himself look similar to usual, then headed home and continued on his way.

He came from East Street, and just before he turned into Yangzi Alley on West Street, he saw a lot of people around the entrance of the alley not far away, chattering and discussing something.

There were too many people around, there were residents in the alley, and many people from the town came to join in the fun. Song Yuanming tried to squeeze, but couldn't squeeze in at all, and could only be trapped on the outermost floor.

Ordinary people in ancient times basically didn't have any entertainment items. When they had nothing to do, they liked to chat about gossip and so on. People's eyes were all on one person, and they didn't notice Song Yuanming around them at all.

Seeing that he couldn't squeeze in, Song Yuanming had no choice but to give up for the time being, but fortunately, he was tall and tall, and his eyes passed over a group of dark heads, just in time to see the familiar back of the woman.

"Liu Wencai, let me listen to you today. I, Jiang Jiu, will only marry my husband-in-law in my life. My husband-in-law is my heaven and my land! Song Yuanming is my Jiang Jiu The only man in this life."

There was still some distance between Song Yuanming and Jiang Jiu, but he still heard what Jiang Jiu said very clearly.

Song Yuanming didn't even know why, when he heard this, he actually hid himself in the crowd in a panic.

Covering her mouth with one hand, she thought to herself, how could a girl like her be so shameless in public.

How did Jiang Jiu know that Song Yuanming had returned, so he opened his mouth and said, "Even if my husband dies in an accident, I will be his widow for the rest of my life! I am his man in life, and his ghost in death. love him alone."

Song Yuanming hiding in the dark: "..." What are you talking about? !
Jiang Jiu looked at Liu Wencai, who was turned into a donkey's liver, and felt a lot more relieved. Liu Wencai came to find her several times, and she had long been impatient.

Simply make it clear, lest Liu Wencai get kicked in the head by a donkey again one day, and come to trouble himself again, Jiang Jiu said without noticing that there was a line of sight staring straight at her in the crowd.

"Liu Wencai, do you understand? The relationship between our husband and wife is sweet. Although my husband's legs are a little lame, but his waist is good. He is not as skinny as you. Give it to my sister for nothing. My sister doesn't want it." .”

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