She didn't have to do anything anymore. Once Yichun died, she was pregnant with a child again. As long as she gave birth to a boy and then ignored Su Ji's pillow, why would she have to worry about the position of the head wife? Isn't it within her reach?
She proudly placed her hands on her flat belly and endured her anger for so long, her luck was finally coming.
After Su Yuanyuan returned home, she was helped by Jiang Wenzheng to rest on the bed.
She didn't close her eyes last night, and now she was 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. When he came back, he was shocked to see Su Yuanyuan in such a condition.
After covering her with a quilt, he moved a small stool and stood beside her bed.
"Sister Yuanyuan, are you thirsty? I'll give you some water."
He asked cautiously and tentatively, but Su Yuanyuan only shook her head, still staring above.
Qing Yi has never seen Su Yuanyuan look like this. The things he did before, the word death has long since made no waves in his heart. These days, he has become more familiar with Yichun in the store, but
When I heard the news last night that she was dying, I still felt no fluctuation in my heart.
But Su Yuanyuan was different. Su Yuanyuan treated him differently. Just seeing Su Yuanyuan looking so depressed and depressed made him feel indescribably uncomfortable.
After being tired all night and crying all night last night, Su Yuanyuan's eyes were so sore that her eyelids began to tremble while listening to the crisp chirping of birds outside the window.
Qing Yi closed the window lattice gently, and the light in the room suddenly dimmed.
Su Yuanyuan could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.
She didn't dream about Yichun. Instead, she dreamed about a very big tree full of pink flowers.
There was a fat woman lying under the book. She approached out of curiosity, and the woman slowly woke up.
The woman's cheeks were fat, and the fat on her face squeezed her eyes into two slits. Her skin was as numb as a little toad in summer and was covered with red acne.
As soon as she saw Su Yuanyuan's face, she became ferocious, and her fat hands tried to pinch Su Yuanyuan's neck.
As she ran, she said, "Give me my life! Give me my life!"
Su Yuanyuan gasped suddenly and woke up from her dream. She looked around in panic, and then she realized that she was in her bedroom.
Jiang Wenzheng was sitting by the bed, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, with the porridge inside still steaming slightly.
Her movement was not small and caused a loud noise. Jiang Wenzheng quickly put the porcelain bowl on the cabinet aside, turned around and hugged Su Yuanyuan, whose eyes were filled with fear.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here. Yuanyuan is not afraid."
He coaxed Su Yuanyuan with a soft voice, and gently stroked her trembling back with his big hands, thus calming Su Yuanyuan's nervousness.
Su Yuanyuan was still frightened by the dream just now. She tightly wrapped her arms around Jiang Wenzheng's waist and didn't let go. She lay on his chest with a slight frown.
"Are you hungry after sleeping for so long?"
Su Yuanyuan nodded. She didn't know how long she had slept, but her stomach was starting to feel acidic now.
Jiang Wenzheng took the bowl of porridge over and asked Su Yuanyuan to lean on the bed behind him. He took a spoonful and put it on his lips to feel the temperature. If he felt it was just right, he fed it to Su Yuanyuan.
Jiang Wenzheng's cooking skills are not very good, but this white porridge contains diced apples and diced radish, which makes it taste sour and sweet, which is very appetizing.
At this time, Qing Yi pushed the door open and came in. The dazzling sunlight formed a golden beam of light through the cracks in the door. Only then did Su Yuanyuan realize that it was already noon after she had slept for so long.
After Jiang Wenzheng had cooked the porridge, he sat on the bedside and watched over him. The porridge had been warmed several times. He kept holding it in his hands to feel its temperature, just so that Su Yuanyuan could drink the warm food immediately after waking up.
of porridge.
Su Yuanyuan was slightly surprised when she realized this, but her heart felt warm, as if she was warmed by the white porridge.
She looked sideways at Jiang Wenzheng. The man hadn't slept a wink all night. There was stubble on his chin, and his deep eyes were full of exhaustion.
She was moved in her heart and felt lucky that she had met such a man.
But when she thought of Su Ji, Su Yuanyuan felt like she was holding back her breath. They were both men, so why was there such a big gap?
Jiang Wenzheng would tilt his umbrella towards her, hold her to sleep at night, give her the first bite of food, and cover her ears in time when there was thunder. 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 much more than she gives.
But as for Su Ji, she didn't even know that her wife was dead.
If the friendship between childhood sweethearts was true, and it was true that he stayed up all night studying hard to earn fame for her, then the current neglect and harsh treatment was also true.
The funeral in Yichun lasted for three days. On the day of the burial, there was a thin stream of rain in the sky, and the funeral procession walked out of the city with wind and whistle.
Su Yuanyuan stood at the entrance of the alley and looked at the funeral procession, feeling as if her heart had hit rock bottom.
Su Ji was also in the funeral procession wearing mourning clothes. Su Yuanyuan looked at it for a long time, but did not see Liu Yue's figure.
Yichun was the main wife, who was brought back by three matchmakers and six beauties, and Liu Yue was a concubine. She was brought back in a small sedan and was not even worthy of leaving the front door.
Why is there no trace of his wife during her funeral?
Su Yuanyuan looked at the decadent Su Ji with complicated eyes, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Sure enough, I still couldn’t bear to part with it.
The white paper money fell on the ground and mixed into the soil, and was trampled on by passers-by. After the funeral, who still remembers that there was a gentle and lovely girl in this Fishan City?
Su Yuanyuan's sadness these days was suppressed by the urgent need for medicinal materials.
She hasn't found the right medicinal materials yet. Just when she was worried about getting angry, Qingyi gave her a suggestion. Most of the businessmen who came and went would stay in the West Market. She could go there to try her luck and test it directly.
The goods are also convenient.
Su Yuanyuan found this convenient, so she changed into light clothes and headed to the West Market with Qingyi.
The area near the center of the city in the West Market is not bad. There are ordinary households, as well as blacksmith shops, carpenter shops, and a Shuren Academy. However, the further you go in, the more dangerous it becomes.
Not only were there sex trades, but there were also slaves and slaves. The place was a mixed bag of good and bad, and the situation was chaotic. Su Yuanyuan, a girl, certainly did not dare to go alone, so she could only ask Qing Yi to follow her.
She and Qingyi walked slowly on the westward avenue, and many merchants' carriages kept passing by. Gishan City is located at the junction of the Three Kingdoms and plays an important role in commerce, so you can see all kinds of merchants in the west of the city.
But one phenomenon caught her attention, that is, there were so many businessmen wearing prairie costumes that they could be seen almost within a few steps, which was particularly attractive.
Su Yuanyuan looked at their goods and found a drug dealer to stop them.
