The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Looking at Aunt Zhao, who is tall and big, she is busy washing the wet clothes we have changed, shaking them vigorously, and drying them on the rope.

For some reason, when Aunt Zhao said this, a country that launched a war with the purpose of plunder and always wanted to land on land suddenly flashed across my mind: "Those businessmen...are they from the eight states?"

Aunt Zhao turned her head in surprise: "Little girl, do you know them?"

"I know, I know..." I nodded, recalling the contents of the history textbook, my hair stood on end, my face turned pale, and I felt sick to my stomach: that nation once set off two bloodbath-like massacres in China, Lushun mouth Massacre, Nanjing Massacre...

Aunt Zhao leaned her head over in a flustered manner, winking: "Have they perished?" [

I froze for a moment and shook my head.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao started cursing while drying the clothes, "That kind of country should have perished a long time ago!"

……

I sat on the steps in front of the door, leaned my head lightly on the door, and looked up at the sky.

The blue sky, like a mirror washed with spring water, is so transparent and intoxicatingly blue, and the feather-thin clouds are fluttering flickeringly, looking from a distance, it looks like overlapping white snow with clear outlines, green grass Over Yin’s lawn, Sima Yang’s and I’s clothes danced in the wind like butterflies...