Dressed as a wicked peasant woman, she was doted on by a crippled husband

Chapter 140 The Funeral
It's too easy for her to do it again. After Yichun died, she was pregnant with a child again. As long as she gave birth to a boy, and then listened to Su Ji's pillow, is there any need to worry about the position of the regular wife?Isn't it within reach!

She proudly put her hand on her flat belly and swallowed her anger for so long, her luck was finally coming.

After Su Yuanyuan returned home, Jiang Wenzheng helped her to rest on the bed.

She didn't close her eyes last night, and now she is lying on the bed staring at the curtains on the bed.

Jiang Wenzheng went to the kitchen to make porridge for her, Qingyi also sent Jiang Zhiyi to the academy, and was surprised to see Su Yuanyuan in such a state when he came back.

After covering her with the quilt, he moved a small stool to guard her bedside.

"Sister Yuanyuan, are you thirsty? I'll pour you some water."

He tentatively asked cautiously, but Su Yuanyuan only shook her head, still looking up.

Qingyi has never seen Su Yuanyuan like this before. The things he did before, the word death has long since made no waves in his heart. These days, he is also familiar with Yichun in the shop, but Hearing the news that she was dying last night, there was still no fluctuation in my heart.

But Su Yuanyuan was different, Su Yuanyuan treated him unusually, just seeing Su Yuanyuan's dejected appearance made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

Last night, she was tired all night and cried all night again. Su Yuanyuan's eyes were so sore. Hearing the crisp birdsong outside the window, her eyelids began to fight.

Qing Yi relaxed and closed the window lattice, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

Su Yuanyuan couldn't bear it any longer and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't dream of Yichun in her dream, but instead dreamed of a very big tree full of small pink flowers.

There was an obese woman lying under the book. She approached curiously, and the woman woke up slowly.

The woman had fat cheeks, and the fat on her face squeezed her eyes into two slits. Her skin was as numb as a summer toad, covered with red pimples.

When she saw Su Yuanyuan's face became ferocious, her fat hands made a gesture to pinch Su Yuanyuan's neck.

She said while running, "Give me my life! Give me my life!"

Su Yuanyuan gasped suddenly and woke up from the dream. She looked around in panic, and then realized that she was in her bedroom.

Jiang Wenzheng was sitting by the bed, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, the porridge inside was still steaming slightly.

Her movement was not small, which caused a lot of noise. Jiang Wenzheng quickly put the porcelain bowl on the side cabinet, turned around and hugged Su Yuanyuan, whose eyes were full of horror.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here, Yuanyuan is not afraid."

He coaxed Su Yuanyuan softly, and stroked her trembling back with his big hand, so as to calm down Su Yuanyuan's nervous mood.

Su Yuanyuan still had lingering fears about the dream just now, she wrapped her arms tightly around Jiang Wenzheng's waist and did not let go, she frowned slightly and lay on his chest.

"Are you hungry after sleeping for so long?"

Su Yuanyuan nodded, she didn't know how long she had slept, anyway, her stomach was starting to sour now.

Jiang Wenzheng brought the bowl of porridge and asked Su Yuanyuan to lean against the bed behind him. He scooped up a spoonful and put it on his lips to feel the temperature. When he felt it was just right, he fed it to Su Yuanyuan.

Jiang Wenzheng's cooking skills are not very good, but there are diced apples and radishes in the porridge, which tastes sour and sweet, which is very appetizing.

At this time, Qingyi pushed the door open and came in, the dazzling sunlight formed a golden beam of light through the crack of the door, Su Yuanyuan realized that she had slept for so long, and it was already noon.

After Jiang Wenzheng cooked the porridge, he sat on the bedside and watched over him. The porridge was warmed up several times, and he kept holding it in his hand to feel its temperature, just to let Su Yuanyuan wake up and drink it immediately. porridge.

Su Yuanyuan was slightly surprised when she realized this, but her heart was warm, as if she was warmed by the porridge.

She looked sideways at Jiang Wenzheng, the man hadn't closed his eyes all night, stubble grew on his chin, and his deep eyes were full of exhaustion.

Her heart was moved, and she was glad that she met such a man.

But when she thought of Su Ji, Su Yuanyuan felt as if she was breathless. They were all men, so how could there be such a big gap?
Jiang Wenzheng would tilt the umbrella towards her, would hug her to sleep at night, would give her the first bite of food, and would cover her ears in time when thunder struck. Before, Su Yuanyuan might have suspected Jiang Wenzheng's love for her Love, but now, Su Yuanyuan will admit without hesitation that Jiang Wenzheng loves her more than she pays.

But Su Ji didn't even know that his daughter-in-law was dead.

If it was true to say that the friendship between childhood sweethearts and earning fame for her by studying hard all night was true, then the cold and harsh treatment now is also true.

The funeral in Yichun lasted for three days. On the day of the burial, there was thin rain in the sky, and the funeral procession went out of the city.

Su Yuanyuan stood at the entrance of the alley and watched the funeral procession, her heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom of the valley.

Su Ji was also in the funeral procession in mourning clothes. Su Yuanyuan watched for a long time, but she didn't see Liu Yue.

Yichun is the official wife, married by three matchmakers and six recruits, and Liu Yue is a concubine, who is brought back in a small sedan chair, and she is not even worthy of leaving the front door.

Why can't the main wife see her when she goes to the funeral?
Su Yuanyuan looked at the decadent Su Ji with complicated eyes, and a mocking smile curled up at the corner of her mouth.

Sure enough, I still can't bear it.

The white paper money fell on the ground and got mixed into the soil, and was trampled dirty by the passers-by. After the funeral, who still remembers that there was a gentle and lovely girl in this mountain city?
Su Yuanyuan's grief in the past few days was forcibly suppressed by the urgent need for medicinal materials.

She hasn't found the right medicine yet. Just when she was worried about getting angry, Qingyi gave her a suggestion. Most of the businessmen who come and go will stay and stay in the West Market. She can go there to try her luck and test it directly. Goods are also convenient.

Su Yuanyuan thought it was so convenient, so she changed into light clothes and went to West Market with Qing Yi.

The place near the city center of West City is not bad. There are ordinary residents, blacksmith shops, carpentry shops, and Shuren Academy, but the more you go inside, the more dangerous it is.

Not only are there sex trades, but there are also slaves who buy and sell slaves. There are mixed fish and dragons and the situation is chaotic. Of course, a girl like Su Yuanyuan dare not go alone, so she can only let Qingyi follow her.

She and Qingyi walked slowly on the avenue to the west, and there were many merchants' carriages passing by. The Mount Aba City is located at the junction of the Three Kingdoms, and it plays an important role in commerce, so you can see all kinds of businessmen in the west of the city.

But there was a phenomenon that attracted her attention, that is, there were so many businessmen wearing prairie costumes, and they could be seen within a few steps, which was particularly attractive.

Su Yuanyuan looked at their goods and found a drug dealer to stop them.

(End of this chapter)