Chapter 1 Mid-Autumn Festival in the coming year

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the night is getting darker.

The cold wind whizzed past, heavy snowflakes danced in the air, the lanterns hanging under the eaves fluttered with the wind, and the flickering candles flickered from time to time.

The faint smell of food wafts from the small kitchen, bringing some freshness to the quiet and quiet courtyard.

The closed wooden window of the main compartment was pushed open a gap, and the biting cold wind took the opportunity to sneak in. Wen Qiong hugged Tang Pozi who was still warm, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold.

She lowered her chin, buried half of her face in the white fur collar of the cloak, breathed a fresh and faint orange fragrance, and suppressed the feeling of depression in her chest.

The cold winter without the earth dragon is really hard.

The pale amber eyes looked into the air, snow flakes fell in clusters, and with the wind blowing, they floated to the window sill, and a small cluster soon formed.

Wen Qiong looked at it for a while, then stretched out her thin white fingertips from her bosom to touch, probably because her fingers were too cold, and the small crystal snowflakes that touched it did not melt away immediately.

Her body is cold and afraid of the cold. Every year in late autumn, her hands and feet are cold, and she can't get warm no matter what.

Every winter, Nanny Song would order people to burn the earth dragon early. She stayed in the warm room, as if the soles of her feet had taken root and refused to go out again.

When it was sunny and the sun was shining, Yao Xuanci couldn't persuade her, so he simply carried her out of the house and ordered her to bask in the sun honestly.

In the small kitchen in the side room, Nanny Song came out with the prepared dinner, turned around, and saw Wen Qiong who was blowing cold wind with the window open, feeling distressed and extremely angry.

She stepped on the ankle-deep snow and rushed over, "My good girl, you are not afraid of being frozen!"

"Mommy, watch your steps carefully." Wen Qiong's eyebrows and eyes were curved, Nanny Song was her wet nurse, she had no children under her knees, she regarded Wen Qiong as her own daughter, and was extremely doting on her."It's a little stuffy in the room, I need to take a breath."

She closed the window, got up and lifted the thick cotton curtain for Nanny Song.

After the hot meal was placed on the round table, Nanny Song hurried back to the door to stamp off the snow sticking to her feet and patted the snow off her shoulders before closing the door again.

"Miss, eat it while it's hot. This time, this old slave is cooking lightly. If you don't feel uncomfortable, eat two more bites."

Nanny Song added two pieces of charcoal to the stove, and muttered, "Although the feet are grounded, at least there is no shortage of food for half a month, so I still have a bit of conscience."

Wen Qiong hummed obediently, and pulled Nanny Song to sit down, "Mommy eats too, the food will get cold later."

Her hand was so cold that Nanny Song couldn't help shivering. She held Wen Qiong in her old palm and put it in her palm to warm her, with distress in her eyes.

"With such heavy snow, it will be even colder tomorrow, and they won't allow the Qingyu Temple to burn the earth dragon. How will we survive the New Year?"

"The nanny and I just lie on the couch all day long, and it's just you and me in the left and right courtyards."

"This Hou's family has no conscience!" Song Nanny remembered the grievances her daughter had suffered in the past half a month, and the fire in her heart was ignited again.

"Even if Wen's family collapses, but the husband and wife will be gracious for a day, and the girl is the official wife brought in by my uncle Mingmei. He dared to order someone to send Lao Shizi's three-foot white silk. How can there be such a heartless and ungrateful man in the world!"

Every day, that unlucky thing would be placed squarely on the vegetable basket and sent into the yard.

When Nanny Song saw it for the first time, she was startled and angry. Afraid that Wen Qiong would see it, she secretly used it to light a fire.

Later, when Wen Qiong found out about it, she took it from Nanny Song's hand and folded it carefully, smiling slightly, "This is considered a good fabric in the market outside. Doesn't Nanny feel distressed if she burns it?"

Her tone was soft, as if what she burned was just an ordinary piece of fabric, those gentle almond eyes were slightly curved, but it made Nanny Song's heart hurt so badly that she held her breath, the pain was terribly painful.

My son-in-law hadn't appeared since he ordered the grounding. Nanny Song couldn't believe it from the beginning to the end. That handsome young man, who was so beautiful and beautiful, could cruelly force his first wife to commit suicide.

"Why are you talking about those bad things, mother, let's eat quickly."

Wen Qiong put a chopstick of green vegetables into her bowl, and she drank less than half a bowl of thick porridge, her appetite was the best in the past half month.

Nanny Song looked at her much thinner cheeks, hesitated to speak, "Girl, if my uncle and old Houye know that you are pregnant..."

"Mommy." Wen Qiong interrupted her softly, gently wiped the dust from Nanny Song's forehead with her thin white fingers, and stroked her gray temples.

"I want to divorce."

"What?" Nanny Song was stunned for a moment. She clutched those cold hands, her cloudy and old eyes were full of eagerness, but she heard the girl whispering, "Since I saw that white silk was delivered, I thinkIt's been a long time."

"After we finished this meal, Mammy left the house with the silver I gave you the day before yesterday, and went to Suzhou to help me build a house and a few acres of fertile land."

"There is a mother and an elder brother in Suzhou. It's been nearly two months. Ayao and Ashen have found them. The mother and elder brother have settled down, and they will settle down in Suzhou with the elder brother."

"How can I do that! The old slave is worried about taking care of the girl if he stays here."

Her family's girl is soft-tempered and good-natured, and now they want to force her to death, if she leaves her alone in the mansion, she might suffer some grievances.

Nanny Song disapproved all over her face, "The Hou's mansion is full of wolf-hearted things. If the old slave doesn't pay attention, the girl may be eaten to the bone."

"Don't worry, ma'am, I won't let them manipulate me." Wen Qiong rubbed her stomach and patiently said, "This is Yao Xuanci's legitimate son, they should always be a bit scrupulous."

"According to the days, I still have eight months, which happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival next year."

Amber starry eyes slightly bent, "Nurse picks me up and leaves quickly, and we won't come to the imperial city in the future."

It was a dense night, and the heavy snow did not know when to stop. The courtyard was covered with white and flawless snow, and the flowers, trees and vines were covered with a thick layer of snow.

There was no moon in the sky, and there were only two lanterns hanging in the Qingyu courtyard to illuminate it, it was clear and cold, very quiet.

Nanny Song took the things that Wen Qiong had packed for her, and opened the courtyard door. What she saw was the glowing red Chinese New Year lanterns, which were as bright as the warm sun, dispelling the darkness in the courtyard at once.

Red couplets and blessings were pasted on the gate of the courtyard, and the snowdrift not far away was covered with firecracker paper fragments floating from nowhere, and the bustling noise of the Hou Mansion could be heard from afar.

In front, there were a few servants in the mansion hurriedly carrying a large string of red lanterns, while the servants falling behind were walking slowly with cut Chinese New Year paper-cuts and rice milk.

There was another holding a basket with fireworks and firecrackers, yelling and catching up.

Fireworks shot straight into the sky one after another, and when they exploded with a bang, they were even more dazzling than the sky full of stars.

At this moment, Nanny Song really realized that tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and it will be New Year's Eve.

A gentle reminder came from behind, "Mommy, hurry up, the side door will be closed if you miss the time."

Nanny Song turned her head, and Wen Qiong, who was wearing a black cloak, was standing at the moon gate. Her figure was hidden in the night, as if she was about to be torn apart and swallowed by the terrifying abyss.

Her heart trembled, and she was inexplicably uneasy, "Girl, this old slave will first go find my aunt and old master, settle you down, and then leave, what do you think?"

"Mommy is very scared. Tiger poison doesn't eat babies." Wen Qiong took a step forward, with a warm smile on her face, "I heard that life passes quickly after conceiving a baby, so mommy has to hurry up and make arrangements for it."

Nanny Song felt sour when she heard the words. She wiped away her tears with her sleeves, and said yes again. She wanted to say something, but her voice was trembling and choking, and she couldn't say anything.come out.

In the end, she cruelly forced herself to turn her head, stepped out of the courtyard door, and walked quickly towards the side door.

Wen Qiong stepped forward step by step, and stood at the gate of the courtyard to watch her leave. When the figure disappeared from sight, she glanced at the lively New Year scene in Hou's mansion, and the smile on her face followed the cold wind.Gone fast.

With a calm expression, Wen Qiong closed the courtyard door and closed the wooden gate. Turning around, her thin figure slowly melted into the darkness.

Her father was a servant of the fourth-rank household department, and was born in a small family. Throwing a stone here can hit the imperial city of a century-old family, which is really incomparable.

The father doted on his concubine and killed his wife, and allowed his aunt to snatch the housekeeping from his mother. He didn't care that his son was tricked by his concubine and fell off the horse and became seriously ill.

Wen Qiong once thought that she would be as physically and mentally exhausted as her mother for the rest of her life, tormenting and struggling in the dark night, unwilling to be reconciled.

Suddenly the emperor bestowed a marriage, she married into the Hou's mansion, and Mr. Pian Pian, who was put on top of the hearts of the noble daughters of the aristocratic family, became her husband-in-law.

The noble and elegant young man in a white robe is like a ray of moonlight piercing the empty and dark night.

A thick pile of white silk had been accumulated in the wooden box, Wen Qiong took down the candle on the lamp stand, and a drop of hot wax fell on her white hands, the scorching heat made her hands tremble violently.

The tails of reddish eyes drooped, and the candle was lightly tossed into the white silk.

Wen Qiong turned around and sat down on the small couch by the window, calmly watching the fire gradually grow brighter.

The tea in the pot was already cold, Wen Qiong pecked at it in small sips, the bitter and cold taste passed through the intestines, the chill vainly tried to pierce the warm flesh and blood, and penetrate the heart.

If the second girl of the Zheng family knew that she was pregnant with a son, and wanted to kill her quickly, everyone in the Hou Mansion didn't like her, and might be moved a little bit, but the queen put pressure on her, and she still couldn't escape death.

And her husband...

That slender and tall figure appeared in her mind, Wen Qiong subconsciously held her breath, and her knuckles holding the teacup were so hard that they turned white.

The emperor bestowed the marriage, and he has been wronged for four years, so how innocent is she?

The moment the truth came to light, he restrained her and sent her white silk every day in an attempt to make her more familiar, in exchange for maintaining his innocence and allowing him to marry back his sweetheart in a glorious manner.

Wen Qiong struggled hard, unwilling to believe that the man's tenderness was fake, unwilling to believe that he would force herself to die.

But to this day, she is only left with a heart full of unwillingness, thinking that even if she dies, she will drag these people to be buried with her!

But she can't.

Taking out the thin sheet of letter paper that had been prepared, Wen Qiong folded it and pressed it under the teapot. After struggling for half a month, her heart turned gray and cold.

With the new emperor ascending the throne, could it be that the world is the king's land, and her mother and elder brother are still alive.

After drinking a cup of ice-cold tea, she stabbed several sharp daggers into her stomach and twisted them hard. The pain caused Wen Qiong to bite her lip tightly, curling up her body uncontrollably, tears welling up in her eyes.

She was unable to lie down on the square coffee table of the small couch, enduring the pain in a stubborn muffled voice. No matter how she died, death seemed to be endlessly painful.

Colorful fireworks bloomed in the night sky outside the window, Wen Qiong stretched out her trembling fingertips, and tremblingly pushed open a gap with all her strength.

It happened that a bunch of fireworks bloomed, like a sky full of stars, so breathtakingly beautiful, it made her dazed.

When she married into the Hou's Mansion at the beginning of the year, it snowed lightly on the first New Year's Eve.

The man noticed her calmness and restraint, so he pulled her away from the ancestral hall to the garden with an umbrella, and asked the servant to set off fireworks.

The colorful fireworks bloomed brilliantly, Wen Qiong's eyes lit up, and he put on the hood of the cloak for her, fastened it carefully, and said softly, "Don't worry, this will be my home from now on."

With this sentence, even if everyone in the Hou Mansion dislikes her, she doesn't care.

He was good to her, enough.

But in the end, this sentence that makes her heart move every time she thinks about it is false, the tenderness and sweetness in the past are false, and even the thoughtfulness of understanding that she is weak and not eager to have an heir is also false!

Wen Qiong really wanted to know what was true during these four years.

The sweet blood kept gushing out, even a layer of blood was floating in the vision, the heartbeat became heavier and slower, Wen Qiong's consciousness had drifted, and only a few blurred hearing remained.

Among the crackling fireworks, she seemed to hear "Arjun".

It seems to be exclaiming, it seems to be pampering, it seems to be anxious, and it is unclear when, where, and who is calling.

Wen Qiong responded subconsciously with a faint smile, but the corners of her lips drooped sadly.

She had been looking forward to a child for four years, and once again stripped it off herself with her own hands.

After all, can’t wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival next year.

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"Rebirth after being arrested for sex without intermediary" is dignified and gentle, noble woman * romantic and dandy villain, double life + chasing wife and crematorium

Xie Mingqiong's sister-in-law is the lord of the middle palace, her elder brother is a warrior in the battlefield, her father firmly sits on the position of Zuo Cheng, and her maternal grandfather is even famous.

Her mother often said: "You will be the mistress of a high school in the future, you need to be dignified and calm in your words and deeds, and you must always be strict with yourself."

Xie Mingqiong smiled gently, "My daughter understands."

In the night, the beauty panickedly grabbed the shirt that had slipped from her chest, her eyes were flushed, her fragrant shoulders were half exposed, she was leaning against the window, biting her lips and suppressing a low moan.

Xie Mingqiong couldn't bear it anymore, reached out to push the strong arm around her waist, turned her head and cursed shamefully, "Chi Qing'en, you...you bastard, close the window!"

The person behind pressed against her, lightly kissing her white and thin back, full of laziness, "But Jiaojiao is biting me, how do you tell me to get out and close the window?"

Chi Qing'en, the second son of the concubine of Pingnanhou's mansion who is separated from Zuo Cheng's mansion by a wall.

She was born with a beautiful face, she couldn't lift her hands on her shoulders, and she walked around happily with a pair of flirtatious peach blossom eyes. She was a prodigal dandy whom her father despised endlessly.

In her previous life, since she was accidentally plotted against on her seventeenth birthday, to the first cold autumn rain in the Yueshan Buddhist nunnery, she had an affair with Chi Qingen without a match, and was forced to go to Wushan for seven years.

He never mentioned that he wanted to marry, and she didn't dare to say that she wanted to marry until the adultery between the two was exposed and they fell apart completely.

this life……

Xie Mingqiong propped her head sideways, stroked the handsome eyebrows, the high nose bridge of the person next to the pillow with her fingertips, and touched his ruthless lips.

She sighed softly and thought - she has learned her lesson, she can no longer foolishly expect him to come to propose marriage.

Across the wall, red silk was hung in Zuo Cheng's mansion, and the door of the mansion was pasted with big red "囍" characters. The gongs and drums were blaring, it was the prime minister's daughter-in-law who was about to get married.

A young man of a different color in red clothes stood on a high place, looking gloomyly at the phoenix sedan chair parked in front of the mansion with dark peach blossom eyes, remembering that she called him to stop him when he left that morning.

"Don't climb over the wall of my courtyard again."

"I want to get married."

"Chi Qingen, let's break up from now on."

＊ Double place and double cleanliness, 1v1, only body and mind

——New pre-collection of "Mrs. Dream"——sweet and sour childhood sweetheart

The second wife of General Zhen Guo's Mansion is a quiet and low-key beauty, who comes from a famous family, and marrying the second son of the Yan family is a match made in heaven.

Xu Qingwei also thought so at first.

They were childhood sweethearts who knew everything from beginning to end, and treated each other like guests after they got married. Except that they had never had any children, it was considered smooth.

But Xu Qingwei always felt that something was missing.

Until one day she had a dream and witnessed her life from another angle.

Yan's eldest son and second son got married one year apart, which is very different in comparison.

The eldest son and his wife share the same mind, their love is stronger than gold, more children bring more blessings, and the days are prosperous and smooth, which is a happy story.

The second son and his wife married each other, one was taciturn and the other was flamboyant. The two were not congenial. They had been seeking a child for many years but failed to do so. The wife died of black hair, and the husband married someone else.

Mengxing woke up and opened her eyes, she heard the maid outside the room knocking softly on the door, "Miss, the second son of the Yan family is asking to see you."

Xu Qingwei was in a daze about which one was the dream. For a long time, she pursed her thin lips and sighed melancholy, "I don't see you."

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The second son of the Yan family had a strange dream.

Dreaming that his beautiful and gentle wife had a heart disease because of having no children for a long time, and died of depression at a young age. He woke up and scolded the dream for being unlucky, and then realized that the dream had returned to his youth.

Yan Guangbo thought over and over again, and decided to marry him back home in advance and work hard to cultivate the land.

If there is no hope of seeking a son, then the son of the adoptive brother will be raised under his knees, so that the wife will not be sad.

Seeing him making the young wife happy, she suddenly changed her face, avoiding him and choosing another husband.

How can this work!

Witnessing the matchmaker holding his wife's birthday horoscope and happily leaving the door of the father-in-law's mansion, the second son, who has always been wanton, did not stop doing anything, and sneaked into the courtyard wall of Xu's house at night.

Seeing the terrified and flustered look of the girl on the couch, the second young master raised his slender fingers to his lips, "Shh."

Facing those wet almond eyes, he leaned over and gave a bullying peck, and coaxed softly, "Marry me, I'm handsome, and I can give you a beautiful little girl."

"Really, I don't lie to you."