Seeing Yang Yuhuan looking out the window intently, Dugu Xinyue smiled slightly and said, "You watch it every day, don't you get tired of it?"
Yang Yuhuan shook his head, "Every day feels different, especially when the sun shines on my body in winter and I drink hot milk tea. I like this feeling very much."
"Women like to feel. I like it too. I especially like to sit with friends who share the same conversation. Fortunately, your husband married you. If you marry that Hu girl, I really don't know how to deal with it.
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Yang Yuhuan's extremely smart beautiful eyes suddenly flashed with the light of gossip, and she asked with a smile: "Does your husband have other women?"
"There used to be another one, the princess of Geluolu. She used to be Arbus's little wife. I know her, and I think you have met her too."
Yang Yuhuan shook his head, "I don't remember!"
She was nothing in the palace. She was only obsessed with art and had no interest in other social interactions.
Dugu Xinyue covered her mouth and laughed softly: "Do you know how my husband met this woman? There are many stories in it, it's really exciting!"
The fire of gossip burned in Yang Yuhuan's heart, "Tell me about it!"
"My husband killed Arbus and more than 300 of his men at Jinshan Fort. He was so mad that he finally met Jinshan Aling. He actually pinned her down on the bed and raped her."
"Ah! Rape." Yang Yuhuan's eyes widened.
"Don't be so surprised. If a man kills more than 300 people, he will become a devil. Although I have never killed anyone, I can understand that if the murderous intention is not vented and accumulated in the heart, a person will really become a devil.
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Yang Yuhuan nodded, "What then?"
"Then it was the first time for that woman. I guess Albus can't do it! After venting his anger, my husband calmed down and began to feel guilty, so he gave all of Albus's wealth to that woman."
"So she is grateful?" Yang Yuhuan asked.
Dugu Xinyue curled her lips, "What's the point of being grateful? This is the difference between us Han people and Hu people. If I kill my husband, I must avenge him. Even if I can't get revenge, I will hate my enemy for the rest of my life, but she is
The rule of the Geluolu people is that if the husband is killed by another person, she becomes the other person's woman, just like a trophy!"
Yang Yuhuan nodded, "I have also heard that if a Hu woman's husband dies, she will marry her husband's brother or son. This is the case for Wang Zhaojun and Princess Yicheng of the Sui Dynasty. Did the husband marry her?"
"Why are you marrying me? If I marry her, who am I?"
Yang Yuhuan covered her mouth and smiled: "I forgot about this, eldest sister, continue talking."
"A few years later, my husband went to Suiye and met that woman again. The two of them got close and secretly made a lifelong appointment. However, things are fickle and that woman soon became an important figure in Zoroastrianism. She seemed to be a descendant of Satan.
The Silver Saint of the Great Guangming Temple in Malhan, they shed tears on the broken leaves and said goodbye to each other. They were thousands of miles apart, and they have been separated since then."
Yang Yuhuan listened leisurely and fascinated. She loves art and poignant love stories. She usually sees some in dramas, but they are made up, but today she heard the real thing, which actually happened to her husband.
"Eldest sister knows so much in detail, did your husband tell you?" Yang Yuhuan asked curiously.
"Where! He wouldn't say such a thing. I found out about it from others, hehe!" Dugu Xinyue couldn't help but said with a proud smile.
"Who said that?" Yang Yuhuan couldn't hold back her curiosity.
"My husband has a maid in Suiye named Xiaokang. She was originally that woman's maid. She knew very well and she told me all about it."
Yang Yuhuan hesitated and asked, "Is this Xiaokang the same lady who came to deliver medicine a few days ago?"
"That's her. She is Mr. Wang's god-granddaughter."
"She looks pretty good. I thought my husband would also take her as his concubine?" Yang Yuhuan asked tentatively.
"Impossible! My husband has never had any thoughts about her. I heard from him that she and Mr. Wang's grandnephew are very destined. Maybe they can be together in the future."
"I heard that the Huang family in Xiangyang wants their daughter to join the family?"
Dugu Xinyue nodded, "That's what happened. They asked someone to mention it. Last month, Mrs. Huang came to see me and said very implicitly that she asked her granddaughter to share some housework for me. I also met the Huang family's granddaughter.
I'm only sixteen years old, good looking and blessed.
I mentioned this matter to my husband a few days ago, but he didn't agree. Later, I thought about it and it was right. Marriage with aristocratic families is necessary, but the Huang family is too small and not qualified. At least Cui, Wei, and Lu
, Pei, Wang’s family.”
Yang Yuhuan sighed, "If new people come in, I might actually become Yuzhu Zhenren."
Dugu Xinyue understood Yang Yuhuan's worry about gains and losses very well. She smiled slightly and said: "You don't have to worry at all. You are a very special existence. Even if your husband remarries, you will still be very special in his heart and you will never fall out of favor."
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"He is very good to me. Doesn't eldest sister have any grudges in her heart?"
Dugu Xinyue smiled lightly and said: "If you talk about things in the house, I don't care at all. I know that he has great needs. You are actually sharing the burden for me. I don't care about other aspects. I know very well that you
You can never replace me, so don't worry, we are good sisters and best friends."
Yang Yuhuan was moved in her heart and said quietly: "My biggest wish is to have a daughter. I will be satisfied in this life."
"Take your time, it will happen!"
At this time, the carriage slowly stopped, and a female guard said at the door: "Madam, we see Your Highness!"
"Ah! Where?"
"Madam, she looked towards the opposite side of the road and saw it."
Dugu Xinyue and Yang Yuhuan quickly got up and went to the other side, opened the gauze curtain and looked across the street. Sure enough, they saw the carriage of their husband Li Ye, which stopped on the side of the road. Then they saw their husband again, squatting on the street.
What did you say to the old couple begging for food?
"What are you doing, husband?" Yang Yuhuan asked in confusion.
Dugu Xinyue sighed, "The thing that my husband despises the most is that he is old and helpless. That is his weakness. Let's go back! Officials are coming."
Several officials on horseback came from the west, and Dugu Xinyue ordered: "Go back home!"
The carriage started slowly and drove towards the mansion. They originally planned to buy makeup, but now they decided to ask the female shopkeeper to come to the house.
Li Ye did encounter something that he couldn't accept. He saw an elderly couple, dressed cleanly and decently, sitting on the ground begging for food. He felt strange, so he went up to ask and learned that their son
He died in the battle at Longyou twenty years ago, and his daughter has been supporting them. However, her daughter unfortunately died of illness a few months ago. The two old men are both in their sixties. They are old and frail and have no food to eat, so they have to go out to beg.
This made the anger in Li Ye's heart gradually burn. He walked around the city and didn't see a porridge relief point. Even the refugees who fled from the north could have a sip of porridge in the refugee camp and not starve to death.
Moreover, local elderly people actually beg for food outside during snowy days!