Hand over the rivers and mountains to please you: wrong to be the emperor's wife

Chapter 21 we are together

When I first got married, my husband was very obsessed with home, and the two of us nestled in the warm home. Even without talking, we could feel the light and warm feelings.

Later, her husband's business grew bigger and bigger, and he often had dinner parties. She was the only one left in the house, and it became even quieter.

Until her so-called sister shows up.

"Oh, princess, it's fine for Xiao Ruan to come by herself. You can sit aside and rest." Xiao Ruan hurried over and snatched the stove from her hand.

Jiang Yuan woke up from her contemplation, and turned to get a thick quilt to make the bed.

"I have hands and feet. If we work together, it will be faster." There is no doubt in the words.

Xiao Ruan nodded stupidly, turned around and went to work.

After a while, the originally empty and cold palace finally recovered a little warmth.

Jiang Yuanhuan looked around for a week, the warm yellow lamps were lit, white smoke was coming from the heater, and his hands and feet were finally warmed up.

Xiao Ruan was panting heavily, while using her thin arms to lift a big wooden barrel.

"Little Ruan, you..."

Xiao Ruan's face was behind the barrel, but joy could be heard in his voice, "Princess, today they are very easy to talk, I said I want to boil water for you to bathe, and they gave me this without hesitation."

The big wooden barrel almost covered Xiao Ruan's body, only her two thin arms holding the wooden barrel were exposed.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt that there was something in her heart, and she fell quietly.

"I'll help you."

Jiang Yuan stepped forward, picked up the other side, and worked together to move the barrel to the center of the palace.

When everything was ready, Jiang Yuan drove Xiao Ruan out of the screen. Although the old screen couldn't hide anything, she felt more at ease.

The warm water soaked the skin, so comfortable that the scalp was a little numb, and the pain in the whole body gradually disappeared.

Jiang Yuan leaned her head against the barrel wall, quietly thinking about the past two days.

It was only two days, but what happened was something she had never thought of before.

She is a materialist, she never believes in gods and ghosts, and taking it for granted that the time travel mentioned in these novels is even more nonsense.

But fate is so funny.

(End of this chapter)