When I opened my eyes, I saw the antique bedside beside me. The surrounding room decorations had changed from blind box dolls to exquisite teacups and vases.
Chen Yuanyuan took a long time to recover, "Has my soul passed through me?"
I staggered out of bed, sat on a chair, and looked at myself in the bronze mirror, thinking it was a dream.
The girl in the mirror has a complexion like a freshly peeled white lotus root, delicate and smooth. Her black hair hangs lightly on her shoulders. She looks exactly like her former self. The other two differences are probably due to her appearance in the mirror. People are too thin.
My mind suddenly became dizzy and I received information from the original owner of my mind. Her name was Chen Yuanyuan. Coincidentally, the original owner's name was also Chen Yuanyuan.
My husband is Su Che, yes, he was the great grievance of the Northern Song Dynasty.
His political life was full of ups and downs, but he worked hard to make progress. In the later period, he took the position of prime minister just to make money for his brother.
Later generations also joked that "Su Che only did three things in his life: to be demoted, to spread his wealth, and to save his brother."
His friendship for his brother was truly touching, so much so that Chen Yuanyuan had consulted a large number of ancient books and read their stories.
She admired this couple very much, but when she became the protagonist of the story, her mood was indescribably complicated.
In my memory, there is no record of his wife's story in the history of the Northern Song Dynasty, but he became her wife?
Other people's souls know the plot and the direction of history, but I can only live blindly, and I am the worst person.
In the memory of the original owner, getting married to Su Che was a natural thing, because they were introduced to each other when they were old enough.
The original owner was 15 and he was 17, and they fell in love at first sight.
But the so-called love at first sight, in Chen Yuanyuan's opinion, can be described as "I fell in love with you the first time I saw you" at best, or "feeling attracted to you" at worst.
It is better to believe that I am the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha than to believe that a man can talk sweet words before marriage.
The original owner was good-looking, with a waist as thin as a willow branch, and seemed to be swaying gently in the wind with every step he took.
Su Che liked her very much when he first saw her, so much so that they got married hastily without getting to know her better.
He can write poetry. He is only 17 years old and can write good poetry. The original owner is also attracted by her talent. I ask, which woman can resist such a gentle academic master who can write love poems?
The world only knew that his father and son were extremely talented, but they didn't know that he was very unrestrained in private, especially when he whispered a sour love poem in the ear of the original owner every night, which always made her blush with embarrassment.
After getting married, she belatedly discovered Su Che's shortcomings [he was poor, didn't make money, and could only write poetry], but she didn't dare to say anything.
Other people's husband-in-law is the breadwinner of the family, but her husband-in-law hangs out with his brother in a poetry bar every day, and he is very cool and romantic.
Su Che is a person who is used to being free and easy, and he will say whatever he wants, but the original owner has a cautious character.
She didn't dare to speak loudly, and always acted softly and weakly. The two of them had different personalities, and they got tired of each other after being together for a long time.
After getting married, the original owner took care of the housework at home and served her parents-in-law. During this period, she also gave birth to a child. Unfortunately, the child died a few months ago. She has not been pregnant again in the past two years, so she has been criticized and insulted by her mother-in-law.
Women in ancient times were already physically weak, not to mention giving birth at such a young age. Physical weakness was inevitable. Postpartum depression and the unbearable mother-in-law's occasional troubles caused the original owner to die.
Her skin is tender and white, probably because she stays in the house depressed every day and doesn't bask in the sun.
After the death of the child, husband Su Zhe visited the original owner several times, but every time she looked weak and shed tears.
After all, he was tired of the trivial matters at home and just studied with peace of mind without caring about worldly affairs.
A while ago, her father-in-law took Su Shi and Su Che to take part in the scientific examination, leaving her and her mother-in-law Cheng at home.
During these three months, she lived in bed and died of depression.
The original owner was resentful in his heart. He complained that Su Che went out to recite poems and paint every day, regardless of whether she was being humiliated by her mother-in-law at home.
Her mother-in-law often complained that she was a hen that couldn't lay eggs. She also wanted to have children, but having children was not a one-person affair.
Sometimes she suspected that he had someone else outside, but he once promised "I will only take one scoop of three thousand weak water." Su Zhe told her that there would be no one else, which made her feel at ease.
But how could the original owner feel at ease? His daughter had died young and her husband had been away from home for a few days. Her mother-in-law, Mrs. Cheng, wanted to find a concubine for him.
She was already sensitive and suspicious, and hearing this news accelerated her death.
She was weak because she never thought of resisting, and she never told her husband about her grievances. She only shed tears when something happened, which polished off their relationship.
The mother-in-law used to have a nice face in front of her son and husband, but it was very different in front of her daughter-in-law. Once her son and husband left, her kind face immediately turned cold.
During the confinement period, she was not allowed to eat any meat, and she was said to be doing it for her own good.
"This damn old woman is really evil." Chen Yuanyuan still felt resentful in her heart, and her stomach made an untimely sound.
"I'm starving to death. The original owner only eats a small amount of food every day. No wonder he's so thin."
She wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. When she walked into the kitchen, she saw a golden roast chicken with an alluring aroma.
“Wow, there is roast chicken, my favorite”
The skin of the grilled chicken is shiny, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, as if every bite can make people feel full of happiness.
Chen Yuanyuan took the plate with the roast chicken and slowly enjoyed the delicious food. Her tired mind was briefly relaxed.
Touching the oil stains at the corners of his mouth, the corners of his lips rose involuntarily.
Despite the heavy heart she had just passed through, the delicious roast chicken gave her a hint of comfort.
She thought that she was too thin now and had to eat more, otherwise she would have no strength at all.
While thinking about it, I finished eating the whole roasted chicken, and threw the bones into the wood stove, and burned them, destroying all traces of the corpse.
After eating the roast chicken, my mood became beautiful. As expected, only delicious food could relieve my worries, and I finally regained some strength.
In the future, when her mother-in-law was acting strangely in the house, she would push her out and lock the door, silently reciting in her mind, "The bastard is reciting sutras."
Why should you care what your mother-in-law says or does?
She can find fault if she likes, but I can't possibly serve her anyway.
It would be tiring to care too much about other people's opinions. She didn't want to waste too much energy on conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Just make peace with what you have come. After finishing her meal, Chen Yuanyuan digested the experience of the original owner and prepared to take a bath and go out cleanly to see this era.
Now that you are here, you must live well.
After boiling some water and lightly undressing her clothes, Chen Yuanyuan stood in the wooden bucket in the house, gently flicking the shimmering water droplets. The water droplets slid gently along her jade-like skin, like a touching ink painting.
While enjoying the quiet moment of bathing, an untimely sound suddenly broke the tranquility.
Outside the door, my mother-in-law slapped the doorframe, her voice filled with anger, and she shouted loudly: "Oh, who ate the chicken I bought?"
Chen Yuanyuan hurriedly dried her body, put on her clothes and walked out.
She carefully looked at her mother-in-law, Ms. Cheng, who was standing outside the door, a woman in her forties.
Time has left traces on her face, and she looks older than her peers. They say that good looks come from the heart, and her appearance is also a bit mean.
