Yue Peng sighed: "That's it. If Yang Mo and others can be wiped out, the people around us can live and work in peace and contentment."
While the two were talking, Li Qiaoniang had already brought the food. She set the dishes and chopsticks and stood aside. Hua Rong saw her serving carefully and casually said, "You can also come to the table and eat together."
Li Qiaoniang hurriedly waved her hand: "I don't dare."
Yue Pengju also felt that he was not used to seeing her waiting by his side every day. He had always eaten together with other soldiers. Seeing that there was an extra person in the house, he felt very uncomfortable, so he said, "You should also eat together."
Li Qiaoniang was flattered and sat down. At this time, Hua Rong had already filled her with a bowl of rice, handed it over, and said warmly: "From now on, you will eat with us."
"Thank you madam, thank you sir."
From then on, Li Qiaoniang officially ate at the same table with her husband.
Soon, all the family members in the army also knew the news. They all stared at Li Qiaoniang's belly curiously, but they saw that she was still wearing a Jingchai sarong and her dress was very simple. They only talked privately that one day this lady's belly would be like this Stay strong and good days will come.
Naturally, Hua Rong had heard a little bit about these discussions, especially the fourth sister in high school. She didn't say anything right or wrong, but she was only concerned about Hua Rong's health. What made Hua Rong especially embarrassed was that she didn't know where to find a lot of them. Folk remedies are all used to treat infertility. When Hua Rong gets these things, it can be said that it is ups and downs, humiliation, confusion, and all kinds of feelings come to her heart. However, the more this happens, the more intense resistance grows in her heart. Every time I receive these folk remedies, I thank them and throw them aside, never taking them.
On this day, when Hua Rong came back, she saw Li Qiaoniang making the bed in the bedroom. She stood aside and watched. She didn't know when she decided to be a "good wife", so she turned a blind eye to everything Li Qiaonian did. He closed one eye. But he still felt embarrassed when he saw her making the bed and folding the quilts for him and his wife. But when he saw her holding Yue Pengju's underwear in her hand and folding them nonchalantly, she was shocked, and then she realized that Li Qiaoniang was She truly regarded herself as Yue Pengju's concubine.
Li Qiaoniang turned around and saw her standing aside. She immediately stood up respectfully and said, "Madam, do you want to rest?"
Hua Rong walked up to her, took her hand and sat down, and said warmly: "Qiao Niang, you have been living with us for a few days and have suffered a lot."
Li Qiaoniang raised her eyes and looked at her, and said sincerely: "The slave family came to the military camp and saw that Mr. Yue left early in the morning and returned late. He was dedicated to the country. The slave family admired her very much. Let alone simple meals, it was a slave to serve the maid, which was also an honor for the slave family. The slave family was lonely. I was saved by the Queen Mother, and I have already heard from the Queen Mother about the conduct of my wife and husband..."
When she mentioned the Queen Mother, Hua Rong was a little speechless. After a while, she said: "In that case, you should be given a title. Such a title is unjust and inappropriate..."
Li Qiaoniang immediately knelt down with tears in her eyes: "Madam, you are trying to kill the slave family. The slave family does not dare to ask for any status. The slave family knows their identity when they come here. Madam and Yue Xianggong have a deep love, and the slave family does not dare to ask for it. I just hope that I can do something for you two..." Her voice lowered, and Hua Rong knew that her "doing something" was actually following the orders of Zhao Deji and the Queen Mother to give birth to a child for Peng Ju.
But this "doing something" is no ordinary trivial matter. How can a woman give birth to a child for a man and leave the man indifferent
Li Qiaoniang observed her words and her voice became even lower: "The slave family but... but after giving birth to a child, he will be raised by his wife, and he will never dare to ask for any status..."
Hua Rong felt his energy and blood rising, as if he were some despicable monster. He stood up and said slowly: "In that case, you can serve Mr. Yue." After saying that, he turned around and left.
From that day on, Li Qiaoniang seemed to have received tacit approval, and she became much bolder and served Yue Pengju even more meticulously. She was very clever at observing every word and deed, and she knew how to do what Yue Pengju liked. She would do whatever Yue Pengju liked. If she was dissatisfied, she would immediately correct her and evade her. In particular, she was good at playing the pipa, and Yue Pengju liked to listen to her pipa in his spare time. Hua Rong seemed to create opportunities for the two of them these days, often hanging out, and every time Yue Pengju When asked, she only said that she was admiring the scenery of Dongting.
In this way, Li Qiaoniang had more opportunities. At noon on this day, Yue Peng finished his work with the police and went home for dinner. Hua Rong was not at home as usual, so Li Qiaoniang deliberately dressed up a little. Although she was clothed in cloth and skirt, she had the natural pure charm of a girl, and was dignified. She took out the jug and poured a glass for Yue Pengju. Yue Pengju drank three glasses in a row and felt a little dizzy. She slowly stepped forward, put her hand on his forehead, and said softly: "Is this possible, Mr. Yue?" Is it comfortable?”
Yue Peng nodded and closed his eyes.
She then deliberately massaged him, her hands were soft and comfortable.
Hua Rong stood at the door and saw exactly this scene. Her heart trembled. At this time, Li Qiaoniang had already seen her figure out of the corner of her eye. However, Li Qiaoniang pretended not to see her. The hands she massaged were even more gentle, almost disappearing from her eyes. Yue Pengju's temples reached his face, as if a girl was caressing her most beloved lover, and his voice was so gentle: "Ms. sir, you are suffering from the cold..."
It is true that Yue Pengju had stayed up all night and suffered from the cold a few days ago. Hua Rong was startled, remembering that she had gone out early and returned late these days, and she had forgotten about Pengju's body. However, she saw Li Qiaoniang preparing to make ginger soup and so tenderly taking care of Yue Pengju's body. The massage was completely like a wife, and Pengju never refused, looking like he was enjoying it.
She felt sad, turned around and went out, thinking, if that's the case, why should I interfere with them? Isn't this what you want to achieve
On this day, Hua Rong came back very late. When he came back, Yue Pengju had already gone to bed, and Li Qiaoniang was applying a cold handkerchief on him, changing it over and over again. When Hua Rong came in, she bowed and meekly stepped back.
Hua Rong took the handkerchief and put it on her husband's head. Seeing that his fever had gone away, she asked in a low voice, "Pengju, are you feeling better?"
Yue Pengju opened his eyes and was a little unhappy: "Sister Seventeen, where have you been these days? Why don't you see anyone when I come back every day?"
Hua Rong said calmly: "Go out for a walk." She felt bitter in her heart. In fact, it didn't matter whether she was at home or not.
Yue Pengju felt that his wife's behavior was getting more and more strange, and he was even more unhappy: "I am sick today, thanks to Li Qiaoniang for taking care of me..."
"As long as she takes care of it."
He was startled and suddenly sat up: "Sister Seventeen, what's wrong with you?"
"Oh? It's nothing." Hua Rong laughed, helped him lie down, and then said: "With Li Qiaoniang taking care of you, it's good for me to be lazy for a few days. I used to take care of you every day, and I was tired."
Her words were heard by Yue Pengju, but they felt a bit harsh. Although she and her husband had taken great care of her in the past few years, she had never complained. But now, the implication was that she regarded taking care of herself as a chore
He closed his eyes, where could he sleep? Opening his eyes, Fang was surprised to find that his wife was actually wearing a very gorgeous bright blue silk dress, which was worth a lot of money. She had obviously bought it herself in Tanzhou City. Due to the situation in the southeast and military expenditures being tight, although he The annual salary of Hua Rong is five thousand guan, which is enough to make his wife prosperous and wealthy. However, in recent years, in addition to maintaining the family's expenses, most of the other expenses have been used as military expenses, leaving no money left. Hua Rong himself has always been a Jingchai Bu. skirt.
Hua Rong saw her husband looking at her clothes with strange eyes, and said to herself: "The military camp is bitterly cold and boring. I followed you in the military camp all these years and suffered a lot, so I used my private money to buy some good clothes. Life. In this world, you have to be happy and happy... Sigh... I'm so tired..." As he said this, he went straight to bed.
Yue Pengju felt that his wife's words and deeds were becoming more and more unfamiliar. In the darkness, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the people around him, listening to her slight breathing, and thought, what is the problem
He couldn't help but hold her hand, only to find that his wife's tender skin was now slightly rough. He whispered: "Sister Seventeen, you have followed me all these years and you have never had a good life. Wait. Once the war is over, I will personally buy you a lot of new clothes... Alas, Sister Seventeen, it's my fault... "
Hua Rong turned sideways slightly, still pretending to be asleep, but tears quietly fell from his eyes.
King Qin returned all the way and met Yelu Dayong at the agreed place.
Yelu Dayong seemed to be sure that he would come back, like an old bat, sitting quietly on the black chair, his whole body and the chair were integrated.
King Qin sat down opposite him and said loudly: "I won't mince words with you. I couldn't kill Jin Wushu this time, but I promise you that I will find an opportunity to kill him."
"How do you kill him?"
"Now that the situation in the Kingdom of Jin is chaotic, Jin Wushu is hiding like a tortoise. But I believe that with his temperament, he will not hide for a long time, and he will definitely not be able to hold himself back. After he comes out, I will have my own way. Kill him."
Yelu Dayong nodded and said, "King Qin, if you have any requests, just ask."
King Qin was not polite: "Give me a secret recipe. A secret recipe for women to have children."
"Oh? Still the woman you wanted to save last time?"
"You have no control over who it is, as long as you give me the secret recipe."
Yelu Dayong's laughter also looked like a bat: "How could she be barren?"
"Because I hit her with internal injuries?"
Yeluda thought to himself, how could anyone be infertile due to internal injuries? Moreover, now that the woman is alive, all internal injuries should be healed. Although he does not know the situation, and he is engaged in witchcraft research, he has always studied how to make people die and make people crazy. He has never studied how to make people " "Sheng", he was completely helpless. But when he heard King Qin begging him, he felt that the opportunity was coming, so he said: "You can also ask for the secret recipe, but you must do one more thing for me."
"As long as she gets better, don't say anything, I will do a few things for you. However, you must let me see that she gets better first."
"good."
Yelu Dayong got up and went to the secret room inside. After a while, he came out with a small bottle of potion in his hand. The potion was light green, and it was integrated into the turquoise bottle, exuding a faint and strange feeling.