Who Cares

To test whether a clan wife is qualified, it depends not only on whether she can take charge of the middle school, take care of the family affairs, serve the parents-in-law, and teach the sons and daughters, but also whether she can sustain the big scene. The so-called grand scenes are none other than sacrifices. Among them, there are family sacrifices, clan sacrifices, big sacrifices, small sacrifices, annual sacrifices, and festival sacrifices. If the mistress of the Gaomen giants, they even participate in the state sacrifice.

Funeral sacrifices like this one are the most common and most important rituals. Not to mention that the master can't make the slightest mistake, or that it is an insignificant servant or guest, and must follow the rules, beginning and ending.

It’s fine if Ye Zhen couldn’t support it because of a serious illness, but she was brought up too well by Emperor Sheng Yuan. Not only was she not haggard, but also a lot more plump in the months of claustrophobia, her skin was shiny and shiny, her body was graceful and graceful, she was kneeling on her knees. The futon was just panting, dripping with sweat, his cheeks became more rosy because of anxiety, his eyes were misted with grievances, and his red lips opened and closed as if they were groaning, showing a bit of flattery for no reason.

A discerning person knows where she is sick at a glance? Obviously the body is too delicate and tired! But the Ye family is the home of Segon, and the rumors that women from the clan practised fascination from an early age to be favored by nobles once again surfaced in everyone's minds, making them both disgusting and contemptuous.

Every time Ye Zhen gasped, the old lady's forehead jumped fiercely, but she couldn't help but sternly scolded, "Enough, if you can't hold it, get down and do what you can do here? Boss, send her down. Do not come again for the sacrifices in the future!"

Zhao Luli was embarrassed by his mother's sharp knife-like gaze. He turned to look at his wife, but saw that she hadn't heard and turned a blind eye. He just continued to recite the scriptures, got up, bowed, and knelt down to worship. She stood in the front of the mourning hall, and everyone was staring at her and following her. She chanted, everyone chanted; she got up, everyone got up; she knelt down, and the audience fell down instantly. She swept across the water in every move, as stable as a mountain, and soon suppressed the chaos brought by Ye Zhen.

Gradually, no one paid attention to Ye Zhen's ugly state, and no one to discuss the Ye Family's scandals. The brahma in the hall rang loudly and mourned, returning to the previous solemnity.

Zhao Luli didn't dare to delay, he quickly helped Ye Zhen, and walked out quickly, feeling the soft and feeble body under his hands, smelling her strong and luxurious incense, listening to her extremely flattering breath, the flame in his chest burned more and more vigorously. , But not from desire, but from unstoppable anger.

"Enough, this is the funeral of the younger brother and sister, can you be more solemn?" he asked in a low voice.

In order to attract Emperor Sheng Yuan, Ye Zhen always pretended to be ill in this manner. After five or six years, it has become a habit to be carved into the bones of his bones. Where can I change it? What's more, the rumors from the outside world are true that Ye family daughter has indeed practiced fascination since she was a child. It is okay for her to hook up with men and let her be pretentious, but for her to stand on a brightly lit altar and burn incense for worship, she has nothing to do with her righteous attitude. She has no confidence, because she never knew that women can also have courage and iron bones.

"Lilang, I'm really uncomfortable." She touched her ex-husband's cheek with trembling fingertips, but was quickly avoided.

Zhao Luli stared at her eyes full of tears, but he didn't attack again, but his footsteps were much quicker. When he arrived in the East Chamber, he put the person on the soft couch and said in a deep voice, "You sit down for a while, I'll get some hot water, and you will lie down to rest after washing. You don't have to go to the spirit tonight."

Ye Zhen knew that he had lost his face, so he didn't dare to entangle too much, and responded lowly. When the man’s tall figure disappeared in the corner, she picked up a bronze mirror and looked at it carefully. Although the woman in the mirror was in her early thirties, she looked like a girl. For some reason, a mole of tears appeared under her right eye. Lose.

She rubbed and rubbed, rubbed and rubbed, and saw that the skin was slightly red and swollen before she gave up unwillingly. There is no doubt that this must be the handwriting of Emperor Sheng Yuan. When she changed a word in the past, she changed from Ye Zhen to Ye Zhen; now with a mole, she changed from Ye Zhen back to Ye Zhen again, without going around. Get it, only resentful and shameful.

She couldn't go back to the palace again, and the Zhao family seemed to have no place to stand. Suddenly, she was a little confused and at a loss. But if she conceded easily, she would not be Ye Zhen whose heart is higher than the sky. So when Zhao Luli asked the monk to boil hot water and prepare the fast food, and ordered the servant wife to send it back, she found that she had recovered as usual and was sitting at the table. What's postponing.

"Come here to wash and eat." To avoid suspicion, he stood at the door and never entered.

"I was infected with snake venom to save someone, and I have been physically weak. I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the next sacrifice. But I can't do nothing. I thought about it and only had a good literary talent, so I wrote a sacrifice essay. Consolation brother and sister in the spirit of the sky. Lilang, come and help me see."

Ye Zhen has been in claustrophobia in Ganquan Palace for several months. Where does he know the outside world? She boasted that she was talented, but she never thought that Guan Suyi's talent was much higher than hers. Even a ghost like Xu Guangzhi dared not take advantage of him. Which character is Ye Zhen on her tablet? How can it be?

Not to mention that Zhao Luli's face was weird, even the servant woman who brought the plate with water took a deep look at the "Mrs. Xian" and cursed in her heart "the class door makes an axe."

"You have a heart. After you write it, you can burn it to your younger siblings." Zhao Luli stood by the door with his hand in his hand, resolutely refusing to enter.

Ye Zhen's hand, which was about to wipe away tears, was slightly stiff, and he didn't expect that he would not even look at it, let alone take it to the spirit to recite, and let her burn it on the spot. He thought that the article she wrote with painstaking effort was paper money and incense candles?

"I remembered that my uncle was still fighting at the border, but his wife and children were in disaster. Heaven and man were always separated, and there was a time of sorrow. Wen Si was springing up and wrote this sacrificial essay hastily. You can help me take a look, if you think it is acceptable I took it to the spirit to read. My younger sister came from a family of writers, and she should have also written sacrificial texts. Although I can’t compare to her, I think about my younger siblings who are still wandering on the Naihe Bridge, so I can barely pick up a pen and try my best.” Ye Zhen He is self-effacing, but he is full of arrogance.

Zhao Luli was repeatedly asked by her, but finally couldn't. This is indeed a good article with beautiful rhetoric. Ye Zhen has always been good at writing poetry. He always combines the most magnificent words and sentences with the most harmonious rhyme, which makes people talk about it after reading it through. Then there was nothing. Except for beauty, the words and sentences that were full of paper were really empty, and the most indispensable thing in the sacrificial text was the inner grief and pain.

"This is a sacrificial article made by the lady. After you read it, you can decide whether or not to read this article out." Without too much dissuasion, he took out a neatly folded manuscript from the sachet he carried and spread it out flat. On the desktop.

Ye Zhen was still a little careless at first, his eyes were flushed after reading two paragraphs, and two lines of tears were shed silently at the end of the reading. The thrill of that day is intertwined with life and death, just like this floating in her mind, making her immersive and hurting her bones. Although this article is simple in writing and does not talk about rules, it has the power to hit the soul directly. It is by no means comparable to ordinary words.

Zhao Luli cherished the manuscript and sighed, "This sacrificial essay has been excerpted in "Xuanguang Collection", and it ranks first. It has overwhelmed all the giants and has won the reputation of outstanding tune in contemporary literary circles, and it has been spread throughout the Wei Dynasty. The country is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Because both Guan and Zhong both attended this ceremony, it attracted countless literati who came to express their condolences. Many sacrifices were supposed to be made to comfort the dead, but because of this article, I dare not take it. Because of the danger of the wood, everyone accepted their pens and prayed attentively."

He was determined to look at his former wife and said bluntly, "I know that you are unwilling to lose your position as a true wife, so you often compare with your wife. However, you should understand what your own situation is. It is the old saying that you are neither popular, nor Not being good at the master, let alone showing the grace of the mother-in-law’s mother-in-law. It is better to remain silent and guard yourself than to say that it is too wrong to be ugly at every step. Do you think so?"

Ye Zhen was first moved by Guan Suyi’s high talent, and when he heard the derogation of his ex-husband, the resentment in his heart broke out. He forgot that he was a weak woman who was "uncontested with the world" and scolded, "Zhao Luli, you This low-spirited bitch! How did you get your title, how did you keep your life? Have you forgotten it? I gave everything for you. In the end, you treated me like this and wanted to imprison me. You are so cruel to humiliate the house after being sleepy for a lifetime!"

Zhao Luli also lost his composure, and roared with red eyes, "Ye Zhen, you are enough! Your so-called life-saving grace and love of support are not what I want! If it was possible, I would rather die under a military stick instead of stubbornly. If it is possible, I would rather stay at the border and never return than stay in Yanjing as a Zhenbeihou. After all, these are not what I deserve. I don't feel a pity to lose them, I just feel happy! You always Say how much to sacrifice for me, why don't you ask me if I need your sacrifice? Being a coward, a scumbag, and living in humiliation forever, this is all you gave me!"

He suddenly calmed down, his tone was gentler than ever, "and the lady never pays for me on her own terms. If I do something wrong, she will blame me, blame me, or even beat and scold me, but she won't take care of me and call me I got ridden and lost my dignity. She let me wake up from the dream of drunken life; ordered me to bear thorns and wash away my sins; asked me to raise my head and be an upright person. I have neither power nor title, but I live happily, I am I took in the soldiers and widows to open up the fields, and recruited the disabled soldiers to form a caravan. I gave them a way to survive and also gave myself a new life. I am not Zhenbeihou now, but the general Zhao Luli, but I am happy!"

He looked directly into the eyes of his ex-wife, and said word by word, "I have never been so happy before or after you left. I know how a real couple should get along. It's not about one party trying hard to give, one is forced Take it; one party keeps everything in his mind, the other party guesses. The real couple can quarrel or even fight when they make a mistake. When they encounter disasters, they quickly gather together and help each other together. They can say nothing and treat each other frankly, so they can grow old together and love each other. I. Do you know? Before you came back, I thought my wife and I could love the first life, but now..."

He slumped in the chair, unable to cry.

Looking at his broken ex-husband, Ye Zhen's only fluke was also shattered. Only at this point did she understand what it means to "have nothing, cut off the road."