The fourth sister in high school was a little disappointed. Just as she was about to say something, Hua Rong had already politely left.
As soon as she turned around, the female relatives behind her began to whisper:
"Mrs. Yue is really beautiful. She is nearly thirty, and she doesn't look old at all..."
Another person said: "She has never given birth, so she doesn't work as hard as us, so she naturally doesn't look old..."
"Keep your voice down. Look, Li Qiaoniang is here..."
"Ah? Madam Ru, Mr. Yue's wife, is here? From the Yinu family's perspective, this Li Qiaoniang looks blessed, and her mother is as valuable as her son. In the future, she will definitely be favored by Mr. Yue, more than Mrs. Yue..."
"What are you talking nonsense about? Madam Yue is a heroine. She is a royal lady conferred by the imperial court. How can she be compared to Madam Ru?"
"What about the lady of the country? If you can't have children, you're not as good as a lady. Don't you know that there are three unfilial piety and the worst is not having an offspring?"
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Hua Rong listened to these discussions and was really heartbroken. She quietly stopped behind a big tree and saw that Li Qiaoniang had dressed up and walked towards the crowd. The female family members greeted her with extremely affectionate expressions.
She felt sad for a long time, thinking that Li Qiaoniang was more adaptable to such a life than she was. In that case, why not help her
Son, giving birth is a hurdle for marriage. If you can't get over it, you will be nothing more than a fake flower no matter how good you are.
At the birthday banquet of Zhizhou, Yue Pengju was the commander-in-chief with the highest official rank, so he naturally became the guest of honor. Xu Yi, the Zhizhou, kept pouring wine for him, and other generals and local officials also came to toast.
Because according to custom, men and women sit separately, Yue Pengju did not notice that his wife had not arrived. Later, Xu Yi's first wife came in to toast and kept praising his wife for being dignified and virtuous. He was very happy.
I drank happily that day and went back in the evening. When I said goodbye, I found that Li Qiaoniang was waiting respectfully at the door, saying goodbye to Xu Yi's wives and concubines. Only then did Yue Pengju realize that his wife had not come at all.
Li Qiaoniang saw that his face was filled with tears, and she said softly: "Ms. sir, let's go."
Yue Pengju followed her drunkenly and walked back. When he walked out, he made a promise and said angrily: "Why doesn't Madam come?"
Li Qiaoniang had never seen him so angry before, and said in panic: "Madam said she was going to the city to pick up the custom-made clothes. She said that the tailor's skills were good and there were many people queuing up. She was afraid that she would not be able to wait, so she asked the servant to take her place..." She said while wiping Tears, "I know that I am of low status and have overstepped my bounds. Please forgive me..."
Yue Pengju said dullly: "My wife ordered you, what crime are you guilty of?"
Li Qiaoniang then wiped away her tears and smiled: "Thank you for your forgiveness, sir." She turned around and saw wild flowers blooming very well on the road ahead. She suddenly jumped to pick them and handed them to Yue Pengju: "Mr. sir, don't be angry. La… "
Although she was dressed simply today, she was by no means shabby. She was skillful and made a beautiful homemade dress. Coupled with the natural charm of a girl, she looked very charming in every move she made. Yue Pengju cried and cried like a little girl when he saw her. Laughing, pear blossoms and rain when crying, laughing innocently, taking a step back in a hurry, shaking his head: "No, don't..."
She pouted her lips stubbornly, with a very cute look on her face: "My husband, just take it..."
Not far away, Zhang Xian and Senior Sister Gao were looking at the two people in front of them. Senior Sister Gao smiled and whispered to her husband: "Probably good things are coming for Mr. Yue."
Zhang Xian also lowered his voice: "Why don't I look right?"
Senior Sister Gao rolled her eyes at him: "Li Qiaoniang is gentle and virtuous. She is a rare good woman. In addition, she is young and beautiful. It is normal for Xianggong Yue to fall in love with her."
"But in my opinion, Pengju would not fall in love with other women so easily. It's a pity that Mrs. Yue is such a talented and beautiful woman. Why would God treat her like this?"
Senior Sister Gao also sighed: "It is said that beauties have a bad fate. Maybe it is Mrs. Yue who is so good and top-notch in everything, so God wants to give her a shortcoming. To be honest, these days, I think Mrs. Yue is really virtuous. A person who treats Li Qiaoniang kindly and kindly, and is not jealous. If he didn't think about the incense of the Yue family, Mr. Yue really shouldn't have taken a concubine... "
Zhang Xian shook his head, and both husband and wife sighed.
Because Li Qiaoniang was there to relieve their boredom, the two of them talked and laughed all the way home.
Yue Pengju saw that the room was still dark, and his wife had not come back until now. The slight comfort in his heart quickly faded away. No matter how well-behaved Li Qiaoniang comforted her, she could not suppress the anger that was about to burst out. He simply moved a stool and sat on the big table. He stood at the door to see when his wife would come back. Seeing his angry face, Li Qiaoniang no longer dared to be gentle, so she went to get a book, lit a lamp, and said softly: "Master, just wait and see."
"No! Just step back."
"I obey my order. I will go and prepare some refreshments for Madam first."
"No, she has already eaten outside."
At this time, Hua Rong was sitting on a big tree in front of her house, looking down at the two of them as they entered. They were talking and laughing, and returning together was like a ladle of cold water pouring into their hearts. The weather in early summer was like the twelfth lunar month in the cold winter.
After a while, she quietly came down from the tree, straightened her clothes, and then walked to the door.
There was a person standing at the door, staring at her. She smiled faintly: "Pengju, what are you doing?"
Yue Pengju suppressed the anger in his heart, looked at her new light green shirt, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you go to the banquet today?"
Hua Rong said lightly: "I'm going to get clothes."
"Get clothes? Are clothes really that important?"
"Pengju, what's wrong with you? I won't go, and I told Qiao Niang to go on my behalf. Why do you have to make such a fuss?"
Yue Pengju was furious: "Am I making a fuss out of a molehill? Sister Seventeen, what happened to you recently?"
"Nothing? Am I still not allowed to walk around and play?"
Yue Pengju was still patient: "If you have anything to do, you must tell me. We are husband and wife, is there anything we can't solve? Sister Seventeen, you were not like this before... "
"What was I like before?" she asked with a smile, "I have known you since we were young. Now that you are serving as a military governor, is it wrong for me to improve my food, clothing, housing and transportation?" She simply said, "Pengju, my The 100 taels of gold have been used up, and a thousand guans of your salary have been used..."
At that time, one thousand guan was almost a year's food and clothing expenses for a middle-class family. Since Yue Pengju reunited with Hua Rong, his wife has arranged all his salary, both before and after marriage, and is in charge of all household expenses. I personally don’t like luxury, so except for the year when Hua Rong was seriously injured and needed to buy Ganoderma lucidum for treatment, more than 90% of Yue Pengju’s salary was used to supplement military supplies. Now he squanders a thousand dollars without blinking when seeing his wife. , He didn’t know what the scene was like, but he couldn’t help but raised his voice a little: “Sister Seventeen, you need to know that wartime is difficult, and many soldiers lack food and clothing. Have you forgotten the hardships of the past?”
Hua Rong's eyes were very disappointed, and he said calmly: "I thought that following you would always bring joy and hardship, but I didn't expect..."
The implication of her words was that she was complaining about not letting her live a life of glory and wealth. After all, Yue Pengju was young and energetic, and he even louder said: "I didn't expect that you would be such a person..."
She retorted: "What kind of person am I? Is it wrong to marry a man, wear clothes and eat with a man? Isn't it wrong for a man to become an official just to have his wife as a shadow?" After she finished speaking, she stepped into the house and looked no further. Reluctant to say a word.
Yue Pengju covered his forehead, but felt a headache. He had been busy with military affairs these days, and the cold had not recovered. However, his wife not only did not greet him at all, but instead was keen on exquisite clothes, fine wine and delicious food every day. Could this be the woman who shared the joys and sorrows with him in the past? What on earth made her so vulgar
He pressed his forehead and heard a soft voice behind him: "Mr., please have a bowl of hot soup..."
Li Qiaoniang had already changed into old clothes and was standing aside gently with a cup of brown sugar water. Yue Pengju shook his head and had no intention of drinking any hot soup. He only said: "Qiaoniang, you are wronged here. I saw many people in the military camp." As a young officer who is not yet married, he should choose a wife for you and not delay your youth..."
Li Qiaoniang's eyes shed tears: "I only want to serve my husband and my wife, and I will never dare to make them angry. Is it my wife..."
Yue Pengju shook his head: "It's none of Madam's business, it's just that the official made a mess in handling housework."
Li Qiaoniang then wiped away her tears and said: "I will serve my wife twice as much in the future."
Hua Rong leaned against the door, listening to the conversation between the two, and felt even more unbearable pain in her heart. In panic, she seemed to understand that her fate with Peng Ju had come to an end - it was not that he was not good enough, but that she was not worthy of him. , will make him "unprecedented" - no matter how excellent a woman is, when encountering such a thing, her inferiority complex will always become deeper and deeper. With such an obsession, it is like a poisonous snake sizzling in the heart, taking root in the heart, and originally wanted to restrain it. Emo and her husband settled the problem, but every time I saw him talking softer and softer to Li Qiaoniang, I couldn't help but feel jealous and resentful. I completely lost control. I just thought, let's do it worse instead of spending the rest of my life like this. , it’s better to make a clean break as soon as possible. It’s up to him to have as many sons as he wants.
The night is already deep.
Yue Pengju sat at the door for a long time, feeling depressed and coughing for a while. He was also at a loss. He and Hua Rong had known each other for many years, and they had always had a deep love for each other. There was almost no awkward moment, especially after they got married, Hua Rong The whole person is like a wife, obedient to his words, gentle and virtuous, husband and wife get along well with each other, and they can almost be regarded as equals. Although there was a dispute when King Qin came, he knew her knot at that time and knew how to resolve it. However, this time, Witnessing the changes in my wife day by day, it seems that since the first day she set off from the capital, she has quietly undergone unexpected changes. What is the reason for this
He was also very frightened. He was invincible on the battlefield and could strategize, but when it came to housework, especially his obedient wife, it became difficult to understand him day by day. He was even more anxious and only vaguely uneasy. If this continued, what would happen to himself and his wife? Wouldn't it go further and further
Although he was very angry and didn't think he had done anything wrong, he couldn't do anything when his wife was angry. After pondering for a while, he pushed the door open and went in. The room was dark, so he lit the lamp, sat down next to his wife, and hugged her Her body softened and her voice softened: "Sister Seventeen..."
Hua Rong just closed her eyes and said nothing.
He sighed: "Sister Seventeen, let's have a good talk."
Hua Rong felt sad for a while, but said calmly: "Just say what you want to say."
When he saw his wife speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief, touched her cheek with his hand, and said in a very sincere tone: "I am busy with military affairs these days and have no time to accompany you. If you are depressed, you can come with me to listen and participate, just like before."
"I'm not interested."
Yue Pengju was stunned by her strong words, but continued to speak gently: "Your temper has changed drastically recently. What happened?"