After giving up Baiyueguang: I found that my husband had turned black

Chapter 1 Divorce
"I said Ma'am, why are you so determined? Even the Second Young Master is gone. You should find another man at a young age!"

An Hongshao was wearing plain white filial piety clothes, and knelt in front of her husband's spirit. A few days ago, her husband was away on business, but he met Liushi and died tragically outside.

The former father-in-law and elder brother disappeared strangely again. The capital city has been in great turmoil in the past few years, and even the subordinates will be extraordinarily active.I don't know who inquired about it, it is said that someone from the court took advantage of the chaos to visit Lian's house, the Holy One was furious, and early this morning, the people below robbed the things and escaped from the Lian's house.

At this moment, the mother-in-law fainted from anger and was resting in her own room.

Therefore, only An Hongshao was guarding her husband's coffin.

Thinking of her mother-in-law's knife-like eyes, An Hongshao felt a severe pain in her heart.All these years, my mother-in-law has treated me very well, and I never said a single harsh word, but at this moment, I hate myself.

When An Hongshao was in the boudoir, there was a bamboo horse. He and An Hongshao could share the hardships and make An Hongshao laugh, but when they were all down, he said that he would never dare to start a family unless he established a career.

The young friendship was timidly suppressed in the bottom of my heart and never spoke. Later, when An Hongshao turned around, it was just that Tianjia's intention to be a matchmaker could only be hidden.

But on the eve of their marriage, An Hongshao got a poem written by Pan Zeyu.

White hair is not something that can be replaced by snow, and meeting is already a lottery.Even if it's not you for the rest of my life, this life is enough.

Such an affectionate poem cost An Hongshao half his life, made her haunt her dreams, made her worry about her heart, and made her liver qi stagnate in her heart.

Even after being married for five years, An Hongshao has always treated her husband with a cold face.

A few days ago, An Hongshao held that old yellowed paper to see things and think about others, but she didn't want to be hit by her husband who came back early.

Even a fool knows what this poem means.

The two had a quarrel, and the husband rushed out of the door. They fought coldly for three days. This was the first time he showed An Hongshao's face since they got married.

An Hongshao didn't care, instead she was happy and at ease, but she didn't expect that the news of her husband's death would be the news of her husband's death.

And in front of him, this matchmaker with a mouth full of dung was found by Pan Zeyu, the person in his heart.

At this moment, the matchmaker is not asking An Hongshao to be his concubine, but persuading An Hongshao to be Pan Zeyu's concubine, a slut's concubine who can't stand on the stage.

Such Pan Zeyu underestimated himself and him.

How can such a person be called a gentleman of Qingfengjiyue?
If he really complied with this matter, what would others think of An Hongshao in the future?At that time, she can only get the reputation of not obeying women's morals and willing to be lowly. If the husband's body is not cold, he will commit himself to others, maybe the beginning and end have already been established in the past.

"Get out, get out immediately, and tell that bastard to let him die!" An Hongshao hadn't said such vulgar words for a long time.

At this moment, the anger also came up.

Fan Fan, Fan Zeyu felt a little pity for An Hongshao in his heart, so he should just say his condolences to her at this moment.

The matchmaker clicked her tongue twice, "Don't be stubborn, that is to say, you are young and have a good figure now. Mrs. Pan is willing to want you because of the acquaintance in the past, and when you wait for you to grow old in the future, you just spread your legs. The beggars on the street all I despise you."

These words are extremely ugly.

And the look in the matchmaker's eyes looked up and down, and she felt that she was not looking at a good housewife, but just a prostitute in the world!

An Hongshao was trembling with anger, and even under the rage, she was speechless.

It's not that An Hongshao hasn't heard those ugly words when something happened to his family, but most of them are asking for money, just take away the money. As long as there is no old enemy in this world, how can he not be so disrespectful in front of the spirit of his husband? People, humiliate the new widow.

An Hongshao even suspected that she dug Pan Zeyu's ancestral grave?
But obviously, before getting married, An Hongshao still considered Pan Zeyu everywhere, and asked his grandfather for some letters of recommendation for him, hoping that he will be successful in the future.He got the benefits, but now that the identities of the two of them have changed, he took advantage of the danger to add insult to injury!

The matchmaker kept talking, "You are not a big girl with yellow flowers, what kind of airs are you putting on, this person, you must have self-knowledge, what kind of blessing is it to be in the eyes of the nobles with a body of broken flowers and fallen willows?"

An Hongshao looked around, picked up the brazier on the ground, and threw it at the matchmaker.

The matchmaker couldn't hide, she was burned, and then fell backwards.

It just happened to hit the table where the tributes were placed, and the tributes were scattered all over the ground, and everything before the funeral was a mess.

An Hongshao was in a hurry, tearing away the matchmaker with scarlet eyes, "Get out, get out, old lady."

The matchmaker was unprepared, and when she was pulled by An Hongshao, she just grabbed her face. The hurt matchmaker yelled a few times, "If you don't know good and bad things, there will be times when you regret it!"

After cursing a few words, he left.

An Hongshao lowered his head to tidy up the table, but saw a hand stretched out and snatched the things from An Hongshao's hand.

An Hongshao looked up, and saw her mother-in-law's indifferent face.

She didn't look at An Hongshao, but just lowered her head and took care of her son Lingqian. After a long time, Mrs. Lian's peaceful voice came, "We have been married for five years, and my son loves you so much. You have nothing to say, but My son has never thought of taking a concubine. I always feel that your heart, even if it is made of stone, should be warmed up. But, before he died, he still received your cold face. Now I The son is gone, but who have you recruited to dirty his path of reincarnation? An Hongshao, even the family will lose the holy favor. Today I will divorce you on my son's behalf. In the future, you will be rich and powerful, will you marry or not? Na has nothing to do with my family."

No questioning, just stating the facts peacefully.

An Hongshao really wanted to explain that the scene in front of her was not what she thought.But saying anything is pale.

There is little harmony between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Even the wife treats An Hongshao well, but it is because the husband cares about An Hongshao.

He just doesn't like to talk sweet words like Pan Zeyu, nor can he write those obscene poems.

But these five years by his side were the most stable five years An Hongshao had ever lived.

An Hongshao tightly pursed her lips, tears in her eyes, but she knew that she was not qualified to cry in front of her husband's spirit.

Lifting his head slightly, it seems like this can force back the tears.

After a gust of wind, the plain white gauze skirt floated up slightly, An Hongshao took a step back, afraid that her breath would touch something in front of the spirit.

An Hongshao stood in front of the spirit for a long time, but she still walked out after all.

The sun was shining brightly outside, but An Hongshao only felt that Zhou Sheng was chilling. When she looked up, she seemed to see her husband standing by the archway as usual, frowning slightly and reaching out to her, asking softly, "Who bullied you?"

An Hongshao's lips moved slightly, and she wanted to twitch the corners of her mouth. This time, she would not say indifferently and let him bother to guess, but told him that there was a villain who made trouble.

She regretted it. If she knew today, she would burn that yellowed piece of paper clean, and she would never give her husband a cold face again.

Even if, even if it's just to let him reincarnate safely, without being full of anger.

The sun flickered, the husband in front of him disappeared, and there was nothing in front of the arch.

A mouthful of fishy sweetness suddenly gushed out of his mouth, and An Hongshao fell limply on the ground, narrowing his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt the warmth of his palm again.

(End of this chapter)