Ex-wife villain

Although Hanwen Zhaodi's cooking skills are not superb, they are still excellent. The slow-cooked old hen meat is crispy and not greasy, and the color, aroma and flavor are all mouth-watering.

In addition to the stewed old hen, the woman also simply fried two vegetarian vegetables.

Stir-fried bean sprouts and vegetarian stir-fried vegetables.

The flavors are all light and delicious.

Although the life is simple and simple, there is a unique atmosphere of fireworks everywhere.

Lu Renjia picked up his favorite chicken butt and praised in a sour tone: "They say that to marry a wife, you need to be able to go to the hall and the kitchen. I don't know how much luck I can get from the blessings that Lao Zhang has accumulated in these few lives." .”

Zhang Yunwu scratched his head and smiled naively.

Hearing Master Jia's praise, Wen Zhaodi's face covered with red clouds, she was quite embarrassed and said softly: "As capable as Brother Lu, the wife he will find in the future will definitely be several times better than Zhaodi."

"That's right, that's right."

Zhang Yunwu echoed, "Brother Lu will definitely marry a better wife than Zhao Di."

How can this boy talk?

Jiang Shouzhong was speechless and kicked Dashaniu under the table.

Zhang Yunwu was stunned, looked up at Jiang Shouzhong, and asked in confusion: "Brother Jiang, why are you kicking me?"

"It's okay, just eat your meat."

Jiang Shouzhong was too lazy to enlighten this elm-headed man.

Wen Zhaodi covered her mouth and smiled, then thought of something again. She stared at Jiang Shouzhong with her beautiful eyes, and then looked at her honest and silly husband, her eyes were lowered, covering a ray of sadness.

"What a pity. Although my Mr. A is not bad in appearance, his popularity with women is not as good as that of Xiao Jiang."

Lu Renjia bit the chicken butt and said vaguely,

"It's a good thing that this boy is not that kind of playboy, otherwise it would be hard to tell how many love debts he would have incurred. This time I found a girl from Yuming Street for him, but this boy didn't even look at her."

Jiang Shouzhong knew that this guy said it deliberately so that Wen Zhaodi could also persuade him to go on a blind date. He said somewhat displeasedly: "I can't even stop your mouth? If you like being a matchmaker so much, why not change your career to be a matchmaker?"

"When Mr. A can no longer survive, I will definitely become a matchmaker."

Lu Renjia smacked his lips.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Wen Zhaodi hurriedly tried to smooth things over.

"The girl from Yuming Street that Brother Lu mentioned is probably the one from the Feng family. Although that girl is good, she seems a bit reluctant to match Brother Jiang."

Wen Zhaodi paused and then said:

"Judging from my concubine's perspective, an outstanding man like Brother Jiang will surely shine in the future, and his future is immeasurable. Even if I want to find one, I will find the most beautiful woman in the world as my wife."

[I want to find the most beautiful woman in the world as my wife...]

The woman's familiar but distant words made Jiang Shouzhong feel dazed for a moment.

Memories are like catkins, floating to that autumn day a year ago...

……

"My Shou Zhong is the most outstanding man in the world. I want to find the most beautiful woman in the world as my wife..."

The curtains rolled gently in the wind. The gentle beauty sitting in front of the desk rested her arms on her hands and stared at the misty rainy scene outside the window. Her voice was so soft that it seemed to be floating in the rain.

"Sister Ye is the most beautiful woman in the world."

The man spoke softly.

His injuries have basically healed.

A year ago, when he first came to this strange world, he almost died in that swamp.

If the woman in front of him hadn't appeared in time, he might have died long ago.

Therefore, in Jiang Shouzhong's eyes, this woman who rescued him from hell and took good care of him for a year, treating him as a younger brother, is undoubtedly the most beautiful woman in the world.

"My sister is very ugly and not worthy of my home."

Ye Zhuchan turned her head, with a self-deprecating smile on her beautiful side face that was slightly transparent like mutton-fat jade.

Just looking at the left side of the face, the woman is undoubtedly a stunning beauty.

But when she turned the other cheek.

That terrifying scar, as hideous as a centipede, is particularly horrifying.

Every time I see Jiang Shou, his heart feels like needles pricking him.

It was supposed to be a perfect piece of art, but it was maliciously damaged, and we don't know who did it.

He asked several times about the origin of the scars, but the woman remained silent.

Jiang Shouzhong put his hands behind his head, threw a grape, opened his mouth to catch it, and joked with a smile on his handsome face:

"Then I will be a bachelor for the rest of my life. If no one wants me anymore, Sister Ye will take pity on me and marry me. And I will not leave this village and stay with Sister Ye all the time."

Ye Zhuchan spread her teeth beautifully.

Then she remembered something again, her expression was melancholy, and her dim eyes dropped to the ground.

After a moment, he lightly pursed his lips and murmured:

"No, Sister Ye... I really don't deserve you."

The rain and mist in front of the eaves are like thin smoke, shrouding the woman's slender body in a hazy dream.

Just like a curtain of dreams.

……

"Snapped!"

The palm that suddenly fell on his shoulder pulled Jiang Shouzhong back from his past thoughts.

Sister Ye's beautiful image disappeared like clouds of smoke in my mind.

Lu Renjia ignored the greasiness on his hands, put his arm around Jiang Shouzhong's shoulders and said:

"Xiao Jiang, Mr. A, I don't have the brainpower as you do, but I really hope you can start a family and start a business as soon as possible. Don't be like me, Mr. A, who spends his whole life trying to find a wife, and it's as difficult as trying to find a wife.

It's impossible to live without a woman in this house.

No one warms the ondol, no one washes clothes, no one cooks food, and no one talks...it's quite uncomfortable sometimes when I think about it.

Let's just leave it at that. How about taking some time to visit the girl from the Feng family tomorrow? "

Jiang Shouzhong said seriously: "Master Jia, you have to think this way. If you don't have a wife, you can go to Chunyu Tower to have fun, you can drink as much as you want, and you can do whatever you want. No one will care about you, no one will quarrel with you.

No one will throw bowls and dishes at home, your mother-in-law will not bury you all day long, and your children will not call Uncle Wang next door dad..."

"Okay, okay, Master A, I can't defeat you."

Lu Renjia felt dizzy when he heard that, and waved his hands repeatedly, "Forget it if you don't go. At worst, I will give them back the one or two pieces of silver."

Mr. Jia still has a very contractual spirit.

Since you can't get things done, you can't just accept people's money in vain.

Jiang Shouzhong was not going to stop talking and continued:

"To be honest, even if I reach your age, there will be many women vying for me. Do you believe it?"

"Nonsence!"

Lu Renjia wanted to mock him.

But looking at the other person's face, which was as beautiful as a jade, and the rich and handsome cheeks, he lowered his head and continued eating meat, not wanting to argue.

There's nothing wrong with being handsome, women look for inner beauty.

"and--"

Jiang Shouzhong said seriously, "I have a wife."

"Ah, yes, yes, you have a wife." Lu Renjia sneered, "Your wife is a fairy in the sky. She comes down to earth to meet you once a year, right?"

"My wife is dyed in the dust."

"..."

The room suddenly became quiet.

A few seconds later, Lu Renjia burst out laughing, and brought a plate of bean sprouts to Jiang Shouzhong, "Xiao Jiang, don't just drink, eat more vegetables, eat more bean sprouts..."

Zhang Yunwu's eyes widened, "Brother Jiang, is it true?"

Wen Zhaodi patted her husband's arm helplessly, "Brother Jiang is joking with us."

Zhang Yunwu said oh, scratched his head and giggled.

Jiang Shouzhong sighed helplessly.

No one believes the truth.

……

It was almost Haishi when Jiang Shouzhong returned home, smelling of alcohol.

Although he was very tired, Jiang Shouzhong didn't feel much sleepy.

When he was bored, he simply dug out the "Tian Yuan River Atlas" given by Zhang Lang and read it, trying to use it to help him sleep.

This book on self-cultivation contains nothing more than some great principles.

Speeches such as "Extending righteousness and observing the true mind", "Bathing the body and bathing in virtue, cleansing the mind and reforming worries", "The state of mind is clear, all things are inseparable, and self-cultivation is in nature".

Reading it in your spare time can calm your mind.

The book is not thick, only sixteen pages.

Jiang Shouzhong scribbled through it and then read it again. After reading it twice in a row, I still couldn't close my eyes, so I turned it over from back to front, chanting word by word.

Just like that, back and forth, sleep finally came slowly.

Jiang Shouzhong fell asleep holding the book in his hand.

Not long after he fell asleep, a blood-red cold aura suddenly flowed out of the man's body.

Like a hungry wolf that smelled the fishy smell, it crawled into the book.

The pages of the ancient book were quickly turned over.

The words printed on the books seemed to have become living creatures, constantly twisting and squirming. In the end, he broke away from the book and turned into a crystal clear little person.

The villain is surrounded by a string of small golden ancient seal characters:

[Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature! 】

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The cold moon hangs high, and the cold wind cuts to the bones.

The tall man in black clothes who came out of Chunyu Tower burped from wine and walked slowly on the lonely street.

Nalan Xie's follower and bodyguard tapped the scabbard with his fingers, squinted his eyes, and said to himself: "Should I break that kid's left leg or his right leg?"