"Madam, why are you so stubborn? Now that the second son is gone, you should find a man at a young age!"
An Hongshao wore plain white mourning clothes and knelt in front of her husband's soul. A few days ago, her husband went out on business, but he encountered a falling stone and died tragically outside.
The previous father-in-law and eldest uncle mysteriously disappeared again. The capital city has been in great turmoil in the past few years, and even the people below are extremely thoughtful. I don’t know who inquired about it, but it was said that someone in the court took advantage of the chaos to infiltrate the Lian family. The Holy Emperor was furious. Early this morning, the people below robbed the things and escaped from the Lian family.
The mother-in-law was so angry that she fainted and was resting in her own room.
Therefore, An Hongshao was the only one guarding the husband's soul.
Thinking of her mother-in-law's knife-like eyes, An Hongshao felt severe pain in her heart. Over the years, my mother-in-law has treated me very well and never said a harsh word, but this person, now hates me.
There was a sweetheart in An Hongshao's boudoir when they were young. He and An Hongshao could share the hardships and make An Hongshao laugh. However, when they were both in poverty, he said that he would never dare to start a family unless he established a career.
The young friendship was timidly suppressed in the heart and never spoke out. Later, An Hongshao turned around, but the Tian family's intention to be a matchmaker could only be hidden.
But on the eve of their wedding, An Hongshao got a poem about Hongshao written by Pan Zeyu.
The old age is not something that can be replaced by snow, but meeting each other is a sign of fortune. Even if it’s not you for the rest of my life, one journey in this life is enough.
Such an affectionate poem cost An Hongshao half her life. It made her dream, worry about her, and made her liver qi stagnate in her heart.
As a result, An Hongshao has been treating her husband coldly for five years since they were married.
A few days ago, An Hongshao held the old yellowed paper to look at things and miss people, but she didn't want to be hit by the man who came back early.
Even a fool knows what this poem means.
The two had a dispute, and the husband rushed out of the door. They had a cold war for three days. This was the first time he showed his face to An Hongshao since they got married.
An Hongshao didn't care, but was happy and contented. However, she didn't expect that waiting for news about her husband would be the news of his death.
But in front of him, this matchmaker who was full of shit was the one he loved, Pan Zeyu.
At this moment, the matchmaker did not ask An Hongshao to be his concubine, but persuaded An Hongshao to be Pan Zeyu's concubine, a bitch who could not stand on the stage.
Pan Zeyu looked down upon himself and him.
How can such a person be called a gentle man?
If he really agreed to this matter, how would others view An Hongshao in the future? At that time, the only thing that can be achieved is the reputation of being unruly and willing to be humbled. The husband's body is still cold before he commits himself to others. Maybe there has been a relationship before.
"Get out, get out immediately, and tell that beast to give up!" An Hongshao had not said such vulgar words for a long time.
At this moment, he was also getting angry.
However, if Pan Zeyu had even the slightest pity for An Hongshao in his heart, he should just express his condolences to her at this moment.
The matchmaker clicked her tongue twice, "Don't be so harsh. Even if you are young and have a good figure now, Mr. Pan is still willing to have you because we knew each other in the past. When you are old and yellow in the future, just spread your legs, and all the beggars on the street will I look down upon you."
These words are extremely unpleasant to hear.
And the way the matchmaker looked up and down, she felt that she was not looking at a good housewife, but just a comedian in the dust!
An Hongshao was so angry that she was trembling all over, and she was even speechless in her rage.
When something happened to the Lian family, it was not that An Hongshao had never heard those unpleasant words, but most of them were asking for money and just taking away the money. As long as there were no enemies in this world, he would not be so disrespectful to the deceased in front of his husband's soul. People, humiliate the new widow.
An Hongshao even suspected that she had dug Pan Zeyu's ancestral grave?
But it was clear that An Hongshao had always considered Pan Zeyu before getting married, and asked his grandfather for some letters of recommendation for him, hoping that he would achieve success in the future. He got the benefit, but now that their identities have changed, he took advantage of others' danger to add insult to injury!
The matchmaker kept talking, "You are not just a young lady, and you don't have any airs. This person must be self-aware. What kind of blessing is it to be able to win the eyes of noble people with a body that is like a fallen flower or a willow?"
An Hongshao looked around, picked up the brazier on the ground, and threw it at the matchmaker.
The matchmaker couldn't hide when she came. She was burned and fell backward immediately.
It happened to hit the table where the tributes were placed. The tributes were scattered all over the floor, and everything in front of you was in a mess.
An Hongshao was furious and pulled away from the matchmaker with scarlet eyes, "Get out of here, get out of here."
The matchmaker was unprepared. When An Hongshao pulled her, she just grabbed her face. The matchmaker screamed in pain, "You don't know good from evil, you will regret it sometimes!"
After cursing for a few times, he left.
An Hongshao lowered his head to tidy up the table, but saw a hand reaching out and taking away the things in 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 herself in front of her son's soul. After a long time, Mrs. Lian's calm voice came, "After five years of marriage, my son has cherished you in my heart. You have always had nothing to do, but My son has never thought about taking a concubine. I always felt that your heart, even if it is made of stone, should be warmed up. However, before he died, he still suffered from your cold face. Now I My son is gone, but who did you invite to taint his path to reincarnation? An Hongshao, even the family will fall. Today I will divorce you on behalf of my son. Will you marry someone rich and noble in the future? Na has nothing to do with my Lian family anymore.”
No questioning, just stating the facts calmly.
An Hongshao wanted to explain that the scene in front of her was not what she thought. But everything he said was pale.
There is little harmony between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. Mrs. Lian treats An Hongshao well just because her 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 that An Hongshao had ever lived.
An Hongshao pursed her lips tightly, her eyes filled with tears, but she knew very well that she was not qualified to cry in front of her husband's soul.
Raising his head slightly, it seems that he can force back the tears.
A gust of wind passed by, and the plain white gauze skirt floated slightly. An Hongshao took a step back, for fear that her breath would touch the thing in front of her soul.
An Hongshao stood in front of the soul for a long time, but finally walked out.
The sun was shining brightly outside, but An Hongshao felt cold all over her body. When she raised her head, she seemed to see her husband standing by the archway as usual, frowning slightly and reaching out to her, asking quietly, "Who bullied you?"
An Hongshao's lips moved slightly, and she wanted to twitch the corners of her lips. This time, she would not say indifferently that it was okay for him to bother guessing, but instead told him that there was a villain who was adding insult to injury.
She regretted it. If she had known that today, the yellowed paper would be burned clean by her, and she would never give her husband the cold face again.
Even if it just allows him to be reincarnated safely without being full of anger.
The sunlight flickered, and the husband in front of him disappeared, leaving nothing in front of the arch.
A mouthful of fishy sweetness suddenly came out of his mouth. An Hongshao fell limply to the ground, eyes narrowed, and suddenly felt the warmth in his palms again.
