: You can't live if you commit suicide

Author: Moon Shadow Slanted Cold

: You can't live if you commit suicide

Cui Yuexi's eyes were full of worries. She was nestled in Li Jing's arms and didn't speak for a long time. Li Jing saw her worries and persuaded her softly.

"You don't have to worry too much, let it go." Li Jing was already ready, but he was still waiting, waiting to see if the emperor would really kill him.

If the emperor had a little bit of father-son relationship with him, he would be a minister and do his best to assist the prince. After all, what if he was on the throne? He would worry about national affairs all day long and would not have time to accompany his wife and children.

Li Jing naturally knows how to make choices, so what about supreme power? It is better to have happiness in a comfortable life that has been with his relatives for a hundred years.

Although striving for fame and fortune can satisfy people's vanity, it cannot give them the stable and happy feeling he wants.

The existence of Cui Yuexi and his son made him understand the choice. Instead of killing him for some unnecessary things, it would be better to live a peaceful life with his wife and children.

The simpler the life is, the happier it will make people feel.

If the emperor finally chose to clear obstacles for the prince and kill him, then even if he tried his best, he would not let the emperor have a good time.

If someone wants to snatch something that is dispensable, even if he wants to revenge the other party, he will try his best to take it away, making the other party's hope fade.

Of course, if it were not forbidden to do so, Li Jing would naturally not have gone that way.

The couple were chatting. After a long time, Cui Yuexi yawned sleepily. Li Jing pulled the quilt and covered her body, patted her back lightly. Gradually, even breathing sounds came from his ears. Li Jing turned his head and saw that Cui Yuexi was already asleep.

Li Jing slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep not long after.

Until the sun was dusk, Li Jing was awakened by the light cough of Xingchuan standing outside the window. He suddenly opened his eyes and heard Xingchuan's slightly deliberate reminder. He carefully pulled his hand from under Cui Yuexi's neck, tiptoed out of the bed, grabbed the fur and left the room.

When Xingchuan saw him coming out, his eyes were filled with worry.

"Master, I've received the news..." Xingchuan said while tiptoing to Li Jing's ear.

Li Jing's eyes suddenly shook. Unexpectedly, such a thing would happen. He turned around and looked at the direction of Cui Yuexi's room, let Xingchuan protect him here, and hurriedly left.

When Cui Yuexi woke up, Li Jing had been away for a long time. Xingchuan looked at her looking for Li Jing and said, "If you have something to do, you will be back soon." Then he went to talk to Hongxing and others.

Cui Yuexi was bored to make shoes for the children and Li Yan. This winter is particularly cold, and it seems to be a little colder than in previous years.

The shoes sold outside are too thin and can be penetrated by the wind.

She specially ordered people to buy cowhide, sheepskin, and rabbit skin, and breaded them with more wind-resistant cattle and sheepskin on the outside of cotton shoes. Rabbit skin was poured into the shoes, which were both warm and comfortable to wear.

He had made a pair of Li Yan before, and he always replaced the boots he bought. Cui Yuexi would make shoes as long as he had time so that he could have replacements.

Cui Yuexi was busy here, and on the other side, in a house in Kyoto City.

Mrs. Cheng was scrubbing her clothes hard by the well. Her hands were frozen red. When she saw the bones, she was even more dissatisfied with frostbite. As she moved, the place where the frostbite had cracked and red blood flowed out.

Her white and slender hands were now as cold as carrots. She washed her clothes with well water in the coldest days. For Mrs. Cheng, who was used to being pampered, it was a huge torture.

But these are all things he asked Mrs. Cheng to do, but she never expected that there would be a day of feng shui.

Mrs. Cheng's fingers hurt, but her heart hurt even more. It makes people desperately say that Mr. Cheng's Master Cheng is still very good. After all, that is his real father. Although Mrs. Cheng is the eldest wife of the Cheng family, when Cheng Chong's mother was alive, she received many suppressions from Mrs. Cheng and died at a young age.

She suddenly regretted that if she had left a line in her work back then, wouldn't she have fallen into this situation now?

She sighed helplessly, the northwest wind blew, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

The cold wind blew on her face, and it hurt her cheeks like a knife.

"The old guy is not going to wash it quickly. When our wife sees it, she will punish you again." A maid looked at Mrs. Cheng with her hands on her hips and scolded her viciously.

"Okay, I'll wash it quickly." Mrs. Cheng, who was once arrogant, now has to bow down in front of the maid. What a sarcasm.

Since she came back, everyone was able to command her and ordered her to do the maids who didn't like to do work.

Mrs. Cheng knew that it was the revenge of Cheng Chong and his wife for her endless clothes every day, but she had no choice.

She wanted to escape from here but couldn't, so she could only accept her fate. Now she only hated Mr. Cheng to enjoy her own happiness and ignored her.

Mrs. Cheng hasn't seen Mr. Cheng for a long time, so she didn't know that Mr. Cheng was not very happy in places she couldn't see.

How could Cheng Chong not hold a grudge against Mr. Cheng? It’s just that compared to them, they are more cruel to Mr. Cheng. Although Mr. Cheng is full and warm in his clothes, he feels not very comfortable when he listens to Cheng Chong’s sarcastic and belittled paintings every day.

He originally wanted to visit Mrs. Cheng, but every time he had not yet walked there, he was helped by his servants and sent back to the room.

It was getting dark, and Mrs. Cheng washed the piles of clothes. She got up and prepared to fetch water. She was washing it. Whether she was hungry or had a physical problem, she dived into the well when she saw it dark.

Mrs. Cheng arranged for the maid who was staring at Mrs. Cheng to yell when she saw this.

"Come on, the old lady jumped into the well and committed suicide."

The nearby servant rushed over and grabbed Mrs. Cheng from the well with all his might. Mrs. Cheng heard that she committed suicide, so she rushed over and brought the doctor.

After the doctor's examination, he confirmed that Mrs. Cheng had no problem, so he prescribed a few medications and left.

Mrs. Cheng sent all the servants away and walked towards the bed angrily. Looking at Mrs. Cheng who was sleeping, she raised her hand and slapped her hands. The loud slap was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Mrs. Cheng opened her eyes in pain and realized her sharply.

"I'm old, I didn't expect you to have so many tricks. If you want to die, die outside. Don't mess up my territory."

Mrs. Cheng hated Mrs. Cheng to death. Even if she died, Mrs. Cheng would do her best to bring her back and continue to torture her.
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