The wolf cub I raised also wore it.

Chapter 1
Wind country.

Anjia Village.

Inside the broken grass house at the foot of the mountain.

A figure knelt in front of the fine coffin made of sandalwood, weeping, looking very sad.

"My husband~ why did you go like this~ what should I do~" Qian Anlan slapped the ground while crying heartbreakingly.

The voice was hoarse and deep, as ugly as the cry of a crow, making people's hairs stand on end, and the people around even wondered if this cry would scare the dead inside the coffin back to life.

Not to mention that these people couldn't take it anymore, even Qian Anlan herself couldn't take it anymore. She felt like goosebumps were falling all over her body, but what could she do, she could only continue acting.

In fact, Qian Anlan was also very wronged. She just slept and woke up to find that she was in a dilapidated house. There was a red cloth hanging on the bed, two red candles on the table, and she was wrapped in a A piece of red rag, very much like a poor man getting married.

Originally, Qian Anlan was wondering if someone knocked her unconscious and took her to Shangougou to sell while she was sleeping, but before she had time to understand the surrounding situation and run away, she fainted from the shock of the sudden memory.

When Qian Anlan woke up again, she realized that she had traveled to ancient times. Before she recovered from this magical event, she was told that the groom was dead, and she became the first wedding night in the village. The widow's gone.

Immediately, Qian Anlan's whole body was trembling with excitement, and in the eyes of others, the excitement was thought to be sadness, and he was about to faint, and all kinds of comforts were rushed.

Qian Anlan looked at the simple faces around her, and finally decided to live up to their expectations, and began to cry in front of the coffin containing her husband's body.

While weeping for the funeral, Qian Anlan thought in her heart, wouldn't she be free if this cheap husband died, and then she could do whatever she wanted?
As for whether she is a widow or not, Qian Anlan doesn't care at all, as long as she is free.

Of course, it's best to find a way to go back, this place is really poor and the birds don't shit.

"Sister-in-law~ Why are you so cruel~ How can you leave my little wife and me alone~ My life is so miserable~"

Each of these words is extraordinarily long, making people's hair stand on end. They always feel that they are going to have a nightmare when they go back at night...

Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and patted Qian Anlan's shoulder, stared at her, and roared fiercely: "I'm crying, I'm so noisy."

It was Shi Xiuyan's younger sister Shi Xiaoqi who yelled at Qian Anlan's father-in-law. Shi Xiaoqi really couldn't bear this way of mourning, so she had to stop Qian Anlan.

Shi Xiaoqi is only 12 years old this year, and she was always dependent on Shi Xiuyan before. It stands to reason that when she knew her brother was dead, she would cry more sadly than her, but now she is so calm, no matter how you think about it, she feels Something weird.

Qian Anlan closed her mouth and looked at Shi Xiaoqi with tears in her eyes. This sister-in-law looks very difficult to get along with. What should I do? Her leisurely life in the future...

Shi Xiaoqi finally breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately this woman could stop the howling, otherwise she would really want to pinch this woman to death.

Then, Shi Xiaoqi looked worriedly at the coffin containing her brother, with anxiety and unwillingness in her eyes.

Why haven't you woke up yet?
Why don't you wake up? !

Obviously, the crazy monk I met at the entrance of the village said that as long as I let my brother get married with this woman, my brother will be able to wake up. However, the time has come, but nothing happened!

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(End of this chapter)