Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

The outer room, that is, the woman whose man already has a regular wife in the outer house, without the protection of the law of the Universiade, to put it bluntly, it is a concubine who is not on the table.

There are not a few people from the Shengjing family who are old enough to take concubines. Of course, this is also related to family tradition.

For a serious scholarly family or a well-behaved family, a man who is forty and has no children can welcome concubines into the family and carry on the family.

The Chi family was born with military generals, and military generals have been loyal to the country all year round, so they inevitably owed their wives.

For 300 years, the heirs of the Chi family have only married wives, not concubines, and they are the only ones in Beijing.The family rules are like this, so when father and father got married, many noble girls cried and broke their hearts.

Chi Heng has been fascinated by his ears and eyes since he was a child, and he looks down on the son-in-law who has three wives and four concubines. Not to mention she is a woman, even a man, she only wants a confidant to stay with her until the end of life.

Now that the most respected sister Qinghe teased her with this remark, she asked urgently, "Which family in Shengjing has the courage to take sister as a concubine?"

After blurting out the words, he met Shen Qing's clear and tolerant eyes, and was momentarily stunned.

Thinking back to what I said before, what I have is money to buy land for my sister to set up a family business. Isn't this what those aristocratic families play with coaxing women?

My elder sister is the daughter of the general of Zhen Guo's mansion. She comes from a noble family. How can she be the master who lacks money?

She was speechless, regretted at the moment, moved her face away from Qinghe's neck, and stood up straight.

Chi Heng's voice softened: "Sister's words really broke me."

"A Chi."

Qing He put his hands on the young general's lean and flat waist, caressing carelessly.

Swiping her fingertips across her waist, she said: "Achi is the third son of General Chi, treat me like this, won't you be afraid that the future Mrs. Chi will be jealous?"

"Chi, Mrs. Chi?" Being tickled by her, Chi Heng pressed her restless hand on her waist, with a blank expression on his face: "What is Mrs. Chi, I have no intention of getting a wife at all, and I have never thought of getting Get a wife."

She is a woman, or a woman disguised as a man, without deep love, and no one she likes, how can she be willing to take the risk to marry a wife and keep it at home?

Furthermore, her parents planned her own marriage, and she was too young to worry about it.

"No wife?"

"Not to marry."

Qinghe laughed, and withdrew the palm she held down: "You don't allow me to marry, and you don't marry a wife yourself, and prefer to take care of me in a foreign house. A Chi, outsiders know, how should we talk about you and me?"

"This……"

What she said made Chi Heng speechless.

The room can smell needles falling, the wind blows in through the window, and the square flower windows are wide open, like a picture frame framed by the dark night.

It's late.

Realizing that he was still staying in his sister's boudoir, Chi Heng looked troubled: "I made a slip of the tongue, Qinghe sister, I'll go back first."

The wooden door opened, and she walked out with her head bowed, her back straight and thin, her steps heavy, her back poking at the tender inch of Zhongqing and her heart for no reason.

She endured it and resisted not calling her out.

The summer evening breeze blew across his cheeks, leaving the faint warmth of the day, and he stopped to look for a long time, but Chi Heng never looked back.

The little sun, who was always bright and bright, suddenly became sluggish, Shen Qinghe saw the sharp hope in her heavy steps while feeling distressed.

Like spring bamboo shoots emerging from the ground in spring, the shoots are tender and full of vitality.

Her eyes were dark, and the waves of her eyes twitched several times, rolling up a thousand layers of snow.

This is an opportunity.

……

Back in the room, Chi Heng sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, his mind confused.

At one time, it was a picture scroll opened in [Daliu Bookstore], and at another time, it was a scene of a couple going out together and returning together.

Someone will accompany Wanwan to watch the sunrise and sunset, facing her day and night.

The couple having sex is more intimate and calm than the scene where they get along in the dark room of Medicine Valley.

There will be flesh and blood conceived from Wanwan's body, and she will do her best to give birth to an heir.

Even at the cost of your life.

Cold sweat broke out from Chi Heng's fingers again, and the overwhelming panic knocked her down on the bed like a storm.

How to do?

She raised her head and stared blankly at the void.

How to do?

After the three days of instruction, the village began to prepare for the wedding.

In the joyous atmosphere, Chi Heng smiled, but his heart was not happy.

These days, she has nightmares all night long, either dreaming of Wanwan getting married, or dreaming that she died of dystocia, and before the burial, she didn't even see her for the last time.

The dream was too terrifying, which Chi Heng could not accept.

She tried her best not to let others see the clues. In just a few days, her thoughts were hidden deeper than the silt at the bottom of the river.

The wedding banquet in the village pays attention to the excitement, the more lively, the more happy.

Everyone in the small village rushed to attend the wedding banquet of the newcomers on this day, Qinghe and Chi Heng changed into plain clothes so as not to steal the brilliance of the newcomers.

Even so, the two still became the focus of everyone.

It's not convenient for the villagers in the girl's house to tease, but they suffer from Chi Heng who is mixed with men.

She braced herself to deal with it without revealing any flaws in her words.

There were too many people, children were running around in the courtyard, and one accidentally fell at Qinghe's feet, and did not cry when he fell, but looked pitifully at the beautiful big sister in front of him with a pair of tearful eyes, with a smile on Qinghe's lips, bent over The waist lifts the person up.

She knew this child, nicknamed Ya'er, a very well-behaved girl, five years old, shorter than her peers, with big round eyes and small dimples on both sides of her cheeks, she looked very pleasing.

"Thank you, sister Shen."

Milky voice.

Qinghe patted her little head: "Let's go and play."

Ya'er looked at her shyly, and ran away shyly, thinking that the fall was not serious.

Chi Heng, who watched the interaction between one big and one small from beginning to end, suddenly brightened his heart, and his clear eyes fainted with a little smile.

A smile crept up his brows, and he couldn't help thinking that his sister would one day take off her girlish form and become a mother, and her heart sank suddenly.

Sitting at the same table with her, Mu Dalang prepared his words before speaking, and asked in a low voice, "When will the marriage between Brother Chi and Miss Shen be held? Let me tell you, you stay in the small village. Father and mother will take care of the marriage for you, it is better to be safe here than to be unpredictable outside."

People in small villages resist the dangers outside the village, even if they go out to the city, they have to be fully prepared.

People outside are bad-hearted, without their sincerity. At first, some people couldn't bear the loneliness and ran out, but they were either deceived or framed when they left the village.

Over time, they felt that it was good to stay in the village.

After all, those people outside live in a very different way from them.

The men in their village can only marry one wife in their life, and love them like their own lives.A woman can only marry one man in her life, and she is loyal and loyal.

There are no messy three wives and four concubines, and no man has the cheek to raise a dirty woman.

The way of life is different, and it is difficult to adapt to the outside world, and is ridiculed.

In Mu Dalang's view, it was a predestined fate for Brother Chi and Miss Shen to come here, and the villagers also welcomed them to settle here.

He looked at Chi Heng expectantly, but his proposal was declined in the end, and he swallowed back the words he had prepared without saying anything more.

Meeting is fate, and cherishing this fate during the time of fate is the only thing most people in the world can do.He could also tell that little brother Chi had something on his mind.

After the wedding banquet, Chi Heng and Qinghe returned home hand in hand, the setting sun lengthened their shadows, and the shadows seemed right in Qinghe's eyes.

"Sister, I want to leave here."

The candle wick exploded with tiny sparks, breaking the silence of the inner room.

Chi Heng was sitting in front of the table, his slender knuckles kept flipping the lid of the tea bowl to cover up his restless heart.

Hearing this, Qing He rested his chin on one hand and looked at her leisurely: "Why do you want to leave, don't you like this place very much?"

"It's a great place."

Chi Heng likes the folk customs very much. In her opinion, if a small village is a pure land of Taoyuan that is not polluted, then Shengjing is a bustling Vanity Fair.

To be born in sorrow and die in peace may be too good for her to stay for a long time.

Most importantly, staying here and watching the young men and women in the village love each other all day long, she felt uncomfortable.

It was awkward when passing by [Daliu Bookstore] during the day, and also awkward when seeing the respected old man in the village at the wedding banquet, and seeing the face of the always enthusiastic Aunt Mu, she was even more frightened.

The male university should be married, and the female university should be married. I don't know when it became a thorn in her heart.

When he realized that the thorn had penetrated into the flesh and blood.

She doesn't want Wanwan to marry.

"How are you? Sister."

Qinghe smiled, eyes full of doting: "I listen to you."

After the matter was finalized, a bright smile appeared on Chi Heng's face: "Sister, I'll clean it up."

She turned her head and walked away, her steps were much lighter.

Shen Qinghe stared at the direction of her departure thoughtfully, it seemed that after three days of training, A Chi finally realized something.

The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, and it was agreed to stay in the small village for a few more days, but it was the handsome little general Chi who was the first to think of leaving.

At dawn, Qinghe went to the river with fishing equipment as usual, wanting to eat fresh and delicious braised fish before leaving.

Sending her out, Chi Heng was busy in the small vegetable garden at home, picking up the grown summer and autumn radishes and digging them out of the ground. The green branches and leaves, the pink skins, shredded and poured with oil, can be eaten with cold salad.

It doesn't take much effort to dig the radish normally, it is almost lifted up gently, and the radish is pulled out to bring out the mud, which is simple and convenient.

This time, she didn't know whether her thoughts were too complicated or something, she was holding green stems and leaves in her hands, and accidentally broke the stems and leaves, and the little general fell directly to the vegetable field.

riverside.

Fishing pays attention to calmness of mind, a calm mind like still water, sitting there with eyes closed and waiting for the fish to take the bait.

After catching a few fish before and after, they were not considered fat. She couldn't bear to feed on the ungrown fish, so she let them go.

The fish re-entered the water and spat a string of bubbles at her.

She lightly closed her eyelids, waiting for the fat fish to bite the bait, thinking about how to add another fire to the little general's heart.

Opportunities are rare, but chasing a wife is not easy. She imagined three, four, five or six different versions, all of which are so-so, not a perfect arrangement that will come naturally.

If kidnapping A Chi out of Beijing was a desperate attempt, and pretending to be a fiancé was a preliminary test, then what she should do next would be to act first.

A Chi doesn't want to marry a wife, how can he succeed without a wife?

The first thing to do is to break her not to marry a wife!

The girl's pupils reflect the water light, and against the bright mountain scenery under the dome of the sky, she seems to have fallen into a worldly fairyland.

Small villages respect nature and are afraid of polluting water sources, so washing clothes is not by the river.

If you come here, you are mostly fishing.

Zhi Niang led the child to sit down not far from Qinghe, and the five-year-old Ya'er followed the adult with a kitten in her arms.

The two sides do not disturb each other, the surroundings are quiet, it is still early, and there are very few people here.

After waiting for nearly a quarter of an hour, the bold fish bit the hook, Qinghe opened his eyes, and reeled in resolutely. What he caught was a fat fish weighing four catties that was alive and kicking.

The fat fish was thrown into the fish basket, and there was a 'plop' from the front, followed by Zhiniang's panicked voice: "Ya'er!"

"Mother, mother, save...help me!"

Weaver is a northerner and a widow, and she likes to take her daughter with her wherever she goes in the village.

Watching her daughter slipped and fell into the river to tease the cat, she was so anxious that she wanted to borrow a fishing rod to bring him up, but Ya'er was small and lacked strength, so she choked in her throat when she fell into the water. water.

"Ya'er, Ya'er..."

Zhiniang's eyes were red with anxiety, she can't swim, a typical landlubber, in a hurry she threw her fishing rod and wanted to go into the water to retrieve her daughter, and she caught a glimpse of Miss Shen walking towards her from the corner of her eye.

Perhaps this young girl seemed to give people a particularly stable and reliable feeling. Her mind was split open for a short time, and her knees were weak and she knelt down towards the person: "Miss Shen, Miss Shen, save my daughter!" ! Save my Ya'er!"

"Mother, mother—"

It was too late, Shen Qinghe jumped into the river before Zhiniang's knees touched the ground.

The water splashed, she figured it out, this was the last fire.

……

Chi Heng waited at home restlessly, and couldn't wait to run to the door to guard.

It stands to reason that Wanwan should be back by now.

At the moment when she was thinking wildly, Aunt Mu hurried towards her: "Young Master Chi, Miss Shen has fallen into the water!"

The bad premonition came true, and Chi Heng immediately ran to the only clear water river in the small village with a pale face.

"Young master Chi? Young master Chi wait for me, it's fine, Miss Shen is fine!"

Aunt Mu is chasing behind, how can she catch up with Chi Heng who is doing light work?

When Chi Heng arrived, he was frightened by the woman's suppressed cries. She was anxious to identify the situation, and the crowd made way for her, so that Young Master Chi could see his fiancée who was heroically saving lives.

Shen Qinghe was covered in water, and on his shoulders was a dark cloth cloth given by a kind woman, which tightly covered his slender curves.

Her brows had been washed with water, and her whole body was cold. Her whole body was as calm as a piece of ice, holding a handful of snow, forcibly suppressing the chaos on the field.

Seeing her for the first time, Chi Heng's raised heart slowly returned to his stomach. Seeing her hair shawl, water dripping from the tip of her hair wet her shoulders and skirts, he resisted not going forward.

The daughter was lying there with a pale face and motionless, Zhi Niang kept weeping, watching Miss Shen with a good eye for rescue.

After spitting out a few sips of water, Ya'er slowly woke up, Zhi Niang cried and rushed forward, the mother and daughter embraced each other and wept, Shen Qinghe tilted his head and coughed twice, his fair little face showed a distressing sickness. color.

Ya'er was rescued and returned, Chi Heng no longer cared, stepped forward a few steps to wrap his arms around the girl's waist, and carried her home without saying a word.

When they got home, Qinghe was wrapped in a brocade quilt and watched Chi Heng busy.

After the hot water was boiled and poured into the bathtub, there was a white mist floating over the room, Chi Heng looked back and hesitated to speak.

My sister is doing this to save someone, but Ya'er is so young, who can bear to see her die?

But Wanwan's body is weak, half of the old cold poison has been cured, and half of it is deeply rooted in the internal organs. If it recurs again, what will happen?

Her throat was congested, and she couldn't hear the emotion in her voice: "Sister, let's take a bath, I'll go out and watch over."

She strode out, closed the door, and sat on the stone steps outside.

The feeling of falling into the water was uncomfortable, and the coldness surged up, Qinghe unbuttoned his clothes and stepped into the half-person-high bathtub.

The warm water infiltrated her cold skin, and she shivered, thinking of A Chi's look at her before going out, she couldn't help smiling.

On the way of chasing his wife, he took pictures slowly, every step was buried with Shen Qinghe's careful planning.

Opportunities are in front of her, even if she has to wade through the water, she will not hesitate.

She is almost done.

There were still a few pills left by Miracle Doctor Jiang, and after taking one, the irritable cold in his body gradually calmed down.

"Sister?" Worrying that she would fall asleep inside, Chi Heng called outside.

The door was opened from the inside, and Qing He, who had changed into new clothes, looked much better than before. She cut to the point: "A Chi, let's set off early."

There was no such thing as this, and they had already left the small village after eating too much food.Chi Heng was worried that she would catch the wind and cold, so on second thought, if her health was really bad, it would be more convenient to go to the city.

Not long after, Aunt Mu and a group of women came to visit.

Zhi Niang was mixed in the crowd, her gratitude was beyond words, she knelt down and kowtowed regardless of her benefactor's refusal, Ya'er followed suit, she was still weak, and said "thank you, Sister Shen, for saving my life".

Qinghe has his own selfishness in saving people. Seeing that Ya'er is well-behaved, he loves and diagnoses the child's pulse, writes the prescription by hand, and sends someone to fetch the medicine.

After all, Chi Heng was worried about her body, so he took the initiative to take over the job of boiling the medicine, boiled two portions, one for Ya'er and the other, and he was relieved to see Qinghe drink it himself.

They were about to leave, and before they left, they rescued the girl in the village. The villagers came to see them off gratefully, and it was already noon when they arrived at the entrance of the village.

Sending you thousands of miles, you have to say goodbye in the end.

Chi Heng helped Qinghe get into the carriage, bid farewell to the village head's family, smiled and said a few words to other villagers, waved his whip, and left the small village with a clatter of horseshoes.

Mu Dalang sighed: "Miss Shen is not in good health, is it really okay to walk like this?"

Mu Jiuer looked at the carriage fascinatedly, shook her head, and cut off her obsession.

After leaving the small village and passing through Bandit Mountain, the journey was uneventful.

At the beginning of September, the dryness and heat gradually faded away, and the wind blowing through the hair around the ear could feel a little cool.

"Sister, you really scared me."

Across a curtain, Qinghe said softly: "No matter how dangerous things have passed, how can we easily fall on this?"

"Wanwan, be careful sailing forever."

"Okay, Chi, I see."

Chi Heng turned his head, his voice full of grievances: "Wanwan, you think I'm long-winded."

"How dare I."

The girl's voice was slightly hoarse, presumably because she went into the water today to save someone.

It's just entered September, and the water in the river is cold no matter what, not to mention Wanwan's body is poisoned by cold and her bones are weak.

Feeling worried, Chi Heng's driving speed slowly increased.

In the carriage, the girl's eyes were tired, her legs were covered with a soft blanket to keep out the cold, her head was tilted, she lay on the table and fell into a drowsy sleep. When she woke up, she was in the hotel room.

Learning medicine since she was a child, Qing He knew her illness well, she frowned slightly: at the latest, it would be late at night.