I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

  Chapter 370 The boy who lost her forever

   There are also several chrysanthemums blooming in the garden of the Empress Dowager's Palace. There was also a swing, on which the eldest princess Ying Zhezhe sat weakly, swinging and swinging.

   "The queen mother asked you to be a lobbyist, why didn't you say a word?"

  Baicaoshi walked to her side, shaking the swing rope, "The queen mother knows that the eldest princess is determined and hard to change for foreign things, so I'll just go through the motions."

   is a delicate and transparent person. Ying Zhezhe looked up at her. "Women and Li, don't you think it's indecent?"

  At this time, Ying Zhezhe is soft and charming, charming. It was really difficult for Baicaoshi to connect her with the person who talked about killing yesterday.

   "As for me, I only think that the only reason for two people to be together is to love each other. If there is no relationship, why sit and watch the two hate each other?"

  Ying Zhezhe sneered, born in an emperor's family, he actually listened to people talking about their feelings. Do you know that love is the most extravagant thing in this world! However, she remembered the experience of Zhe Yu and Baicaoshi. She had heard about Wanzhou, Zhe Yu rejected the marriage between Bei Rong and Bei Qi because of Baicao Poetry.

  Oh, it turns out that she won Zhezhe and is not worthy of talking about feelings. "I admire you!"

  Baicao Poetry does not say that it is better to retreat and form a net if you are envious of fish in the abyss. Everyone's situation is different.

   "Princess, but yesterday's blue and white porcelain set caused you trouble?"

   What answered her was a gust of autumn wind, which blew off the scarf on Ying Zhezhe's neck at the right time, and the slender neck was covered with red plum marks.

  Ying Zhezhe embarrassed, and covered his neck with his fingers.

  Yesterday she hurriedly left the chrysanthemum garden, restless, afraid that the matter would be known. However, on the way, by chance, he met his son-in-law Tai Wen.

   In the past, when Tai Wen saw her, he was always respectful and respectful, maintaining the courtesy of a monarch and a minister.

  Yesterday, however, he was not as personable as before, and was even very rude and rough.

  Tai Wen held Ying Zhezhe on the horse with his broad hands. He pulled the rein from behind, pulled her into his arms, and galloped back to the princess mansion.

  The speed of riding a horse is also unusually fast. It has been a long time since Ying Zhezhe has suffered from such bumps, and his internal organs are about to be displaced.

  According to the usual practice, if the son-in-law wants to enter the princess mansion, he has to write a letter to ask for instructions. Similar to "ask the princess to turn over the card, and the son-in-law asks for a bedtime".

  Yesterday, the situation was the opposite, the son-in-law came uninvited.

   Arriving at the mansion, without saying a word, Tai Wen dragged Ying Zhezhe off the horse, and the princess carried her to the bedroom.

   "Are you crazy? You hurt me!"

  Tai Wen didn't say a word, his brows were stern and resolute, full of hostility, but the strength in his hands was getting heavier.

  The servants in the mansion were all shocked, they had never seen such a son-in-law.

   Entering the room, he kicked the door open first, then hooked it with his foot, and closed the door again. Then, he threw Ying Zhezhe onto the bed.

  Yes, Ying Zhezhe drew an arc in mid-air and fell, causing her pain and forced tears out of her eyes.

   "What are you smoking today?" Ying Zhezhe made no secret of his ridicule and sarcasm.

   Tai Wen squinted his eyes, and his eyes fell on Ying Zhezhe's clothes. The smock that was intact on the outside has fallen off, revealing the cheongsam that has turned into strips of cloth on the inside.

  At that moment, Tai Wen was moved to kill.

  The lush green on his head made him want to kill. However, in just one breath, the scarlet in his eyes faded, and his fingers landed on the buckle under Ying Zhezhe's neck.

   "Princess seems to have forgotten that I am your son-in-law! I am the one who married you in eight palanquins."

   "So what?" Ying Zhezhe raised his head and looked directly at him.

   That is the gaze between the monarch and his ministers.

  Great force came, the buckle fell, and Ying Zhezhe was pulled even more painfully.

"You are a high-ranking princess. You can do whatever you like on weekdays, and I will follow you. But people are doing it and the sky is watching. You should always know the etiquette, righteousness and shame! Today I want to teach the princess that I am the husband and you are the wife. Wife Serving your husband is justified!"

"you dare!"

   "Look if I dare!"

   This night, Ying Zhezhe didn't eat a mouthful of food or drink a mouthful of water, so he was locked in the room by his son-in-law Tai Wen and imprisoned on the couch.

   That was a man's revenge, and Tai Wen remained strong throughout the night. He left countless marks of his on her white skin.

   Married for so long, Ying Zhezhe also experienced the pain and happiness of being a woman and a wife on this day.

  She thought the son-in-law was a little boy with no strength to restrain a chicken, and only then did she realize that everything was hidden by the son-in-law.

   It was dawn, and both of them were exhausted.

  Tai Wen put on his clothes, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is the end of the matter, let's make peace. You go and tell your majesty to give me back my freedom. No matter what you do, it has nothing to do with me."

   Ying Zhezhe panicked.

  Although she once wanted to kill, it was just lip service.

   After so many years of marriage, the son-in-law has done well in all aspects. The most important thing is that before today, he has never been jealous. In this regard, it has far surpassed countless faces.

   "I don't! You want to make up when you're done having fun, why should I let you go?" Ying Zhezhe's voice was like a bellows, and every word was resisted.

  She needs him, continue with this final fig leaf.

   Tai Wen stared at Ying Zhezhe with bloodshot eyes, and raised his hand to pinch Ying Zhezhe's chin.

   "You can choose to divorce, or die in my bed. No choice!"

  When he said it, there was no emotion, like the Shura God of hell.

   Ying Zhezhe knew he was serious, he would really kill her. Feeling the slightest threat of death, she heard the son-in-law's voice again, "For the last bit of dignity of each other, I will bring your scandal into the coffin. You can rest assured."

   It was this sentence that broke Ying Zhezhe's defense.

  She cried, crying very sadly.

  God knows why she was crying.

  For the first man in his life, or for the ridiculous marriage that lasted ten years? She couldn't tell.

  She remembered that when she was a young girl, she had to choose a son-in-law. The palace had prepared a thick list for her, including flowers in high mountains, white snow in high mountains, fat, swallows, and thin, each with its own merits, for her to choose. She thought, anyway, she can't help getting married, and spend her life with someone she doesn't love, so she should choose the one with the best face, at least it won't be too embarrassing when you meet.

  Choose one in a million, and she chose Tai Wen.

  On the wedding day, Tai Wen was dressed in red and riding a tall horse. At that time, he was also a high-spirited young man!

  The moment she lifted the hijab, she saw that the boy's face was flushed from drunkenness, and there was a smile on his lips. He said: "What kind of blessings have I achieved in my life to marry such a beautiful princess? Princess!" He knelt in front of her on one knee, "I will try my best to do my duty as a son-in-law. Other women have it." , I will give it to you. What other women don’t have, I will try my best to give it to you.”

   Then, cautiously, he began to kiss her. The young boy, who can't even kiss, kept comforting her: "If it hurts you, tell me."

  Ying Zhezhe just sneered, his heartbeat was so fast, how could he be half as calm and sophisticated as a disciple of an aristocratic family?

  The past is not as good as the wind, and life is just as it was at first sight. Why did it become what it is now?

  Tai Wen hugged her head and pressed it against his heart, his voice suddenly soft, gentle and sarcastic. "Hey, don't cry. I just want to make up with you, so you're so happy. I'm ashamed of you crying so much."

  God and his horse wept with joy!

  She just felt that sadness was about to fill her, and she couldn't breathe.

"Let's end it like this, and don't torture each other in the future. If you want Xiaobao, I will leave it to you. If you don't want it, I will take it away, but you are allowed to see him. A consort like me is really cheating." The lantern was nowhere to be found either."

  Yes, Ying Zhezhe understood, at that moment, she lost her young man forever.

  Thinking back to reality, Ying Zhezhe rewrapped the scarf and got off the swing. "Unexpectedly, I would enter the history books of the writer in this way. Dayan was the first princess to reconcile with her. Thinking about it, I am quite amazing!"

  At this time, Eunuch Qin came over and saluted the eldest princess. "Princess, the Lord of Honglu Temple is here to pick up my wife."

  The sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked.

   Thinking of Zheyu and Baicaoshi's love, Ying Zhezhe can only envy. Still, at least she wasn't left with nothing.

   As long as you grab what you want, so what if you lose a son-in-law? She is the eldest princess, and she can have countless concubines.

  Baicaoshi looked at Ying Zhezhe with mixed feelings, "No matter what, I hope the choice you make will be loyal to your heart."

   My heart is muddy, and it is not easy to be loyal to my heart. If I am wrong, I am wrong!

  (end of this chapter)