It is said that if wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk, and if flowers are not charming, people will be confused.
This Yan Poxi is only eighteen years old. She was loved by her father in the past and has been beautiful since she was a child. Wherever she goes, she is praised and praised by others.
Since I married Song Jiang, I initially thought that this man was kind and generous, so I was patient and flattered him.
It's just that the man only wanted to dance with guns and sticks. He only focused on official duties and became increasingly indifferent to her.
"Men are not good things. After playing with them, they get tired of them and their thoughts are not on women." Yan Poxi held his forehead with one hand and spat lightly.
Hearing her old mother's call, Yan Poxi couldn't help but think of little Zhang San's good fortune.
Although that boy is a poor man, he speaks well and is handsome. If she is in a bad mood, this man is the best at coaxing her.
I was made comfortable every time, and I did my best to do that.
Yan Poxi had nothing to do. She had this picture of Wenyuan in front of her, and her heart was all pinned on him. When she heard her mother calling, her heart was so excited that she couldn't hold it back. She got up in a hurry, not even bothering to put on her makeup.
She smoothly moved the short hair on her forehead to one side and said to herself: "This short-lived ghost will make me feel very miserable. I will give you a slap in the face soon to vent my anger."
Yan Poxi ran downstairs as if she were flying, and saw the lights on the first floor brightly lit, and the colored glass lights in front of the hall illuminated clearly.
But it was the black-faced Song Jiang sitting at the top, with a sullen face.
Yan Poxi frowned, with a look of disgust in her eyes, but she turned around and muttered as she walked away, "How did this black-faced thief come to be? He's really disgusting."
In the past, she was still patient and gave Song Jiang some good looks.
It is said that women are the most heartless once they fall in love with someone else. Yan Poxi didn't even bother to entertain the thought.
Not only that, all the past kindness was in vain.
At the moment, this little girl doesn't even want to act for the occasion. She returns to the house and lies lazily on the bed, holding her forehead with one hand, thinking about Zhang Wenyuan.
Downstairs, her mother heard her daughter clearly coming downstairs, but why didn't she come down again, and then there was the sound of going upstairs. She was so angry that she was trembling all over, and couldn't help shouting: "My daughter, your Saburo is here, why don't you come down?"
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Yan Poxi rolled her eyes and shouted: "He is not a cripple. He can't go upstairs. We all live together. If he wants to see me, he goes upstairs by himself. Why should he let me go downstairs? Mother, don't stay here.
The nagging is really annoying."
When Song Jiang heard this, his expression remained the same as before, without any hint of joy or anger.
But there was a sense of anger in my heart.
I support your family, but this damn bitch is so negligent. Do you really think that I am just a decoration?
He didn't want to be okay, but when he thought about the recent troubles, he originally didn't care, but now, he felt an evil fire.
Yan Po was originally here to smooth things over, but this daughter spoke like this, which made her extremely angry.
She could only say with a shy face, "Song Yasi, I'm afraid this girl won't be able to see you for a long time, so she's being petty. Why don't you go upstairs, I'll go up with you, this girl is really shameless.
You are also a hard worker, so there is no reason to accompany her every day."
Speaking of this, Song Jiang felt even more irritable, but because of the mother-in-law's face, he really couldn't say anything, so he had to follow Yan Po upstairs.
Song Jiang has been very preoccupied recently, and he is really absent-minded at the moment. When he gets to the second floor, he will find this young lady's bedroom.
It's okay if you don't look at it, but once you look at Song Jiang, you have a feeling that things are right and people are different.
Bits and pieces of the past come to mind.
How long has it been?
When you first got married, you were considered to be very affectionate, but now you are like a stranger?
He purchased everything in this house with great care. There was a table and bench in the front half of the house, and a bedroom in the back half.
There is a bed with three sides of flowers, with railings on both sides, and a red curtain hanging on it.
There is a clothes hanger with a towel on the side, and a wash basin on the side. On a gold lacquered table, there is a tin lampstand with two spoons on the side.
On the front wall, there is a picture of a beautiful lady.
There are four chairs lined up opposite the bed.
Song Jiang also put his mind into everything, but what did the girls in front of him do?
It was okay not to think about it, but when he thought about this place, a wave of evil arose in Song Jiang's heart.
I'm so kind to you bitch, but you are making rumors outside.
Thinking of this, Song Jiang had a black face and his expression became even more ugly.
He sat down on a stool aside, and Yan Po pulled up his daughter and said, "My daughter, Song Yasi is your man after all. What are you doing when you are angry? Don't say anything unpleasant. It's hard for you to get along today."
See you, let’s have a good time together and don’t get angry.”
It's a good thing that Yan Poxi didn't listen to this. As soon as she heard this, she immediately broke away from her mother's hand and said: "Mom, you are talking and doing things randomly!
It's because he didn't see anyone for half a month and left me here alone. I'm stuck here every day. Unlike their men, I can run around, drink and have fun, and have fun with three or five people. I'm a woman.
If you can be stuck at home, what can you do?"
When Song Jiang heard this, he sneered in his heart, "This is just for those who are full."
Many people outside are starving to death. If they have food to eat, they are all grateful. This bitch really doesn't know what is good or bad.
He just has a watery temper and can't stand loneliness.
Song Jiang couldn't sit still at this time, so he immediately stood up, but Yan Po said: "You two sit down first, I will get some drinks first, and you will have a drink and chat later. I will rest here tonight."
Unfortunately, Song Jiang remained silent, and Yan Poxi also turned away. Neither of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward.
Song Jiang could not stay any longer. He only wanted to leave. Just as he was about to speak, Yan Po came downstairs.
Yan Poxi said aside: "It doesn't matter whether you come back or not."
Song Jiang sneered: "Just stick to your duties."
Yan Poxi was furious and said: "You treat me like a plaything. What do you mean by keeping one's duty? It means catching someone in bed and hearing other people say some sarcastic words. You are going to treat me like this?"
Song Jiang snorted coldly, waved his sleeves suddenly, didn't bother to talk, and walked straight downstairs.
When Yan Poxi saw him leaving, she was too lazy to speak. All she could think about was little Zhang San.
As soon as Song Jiang walked downstairs, he saw the woman closing the door behind her back, presumably because she was afraid that he would leave.
"Alas! This old woman has figured out what I am thinking." Song Jiang was really helpless, but he couldn't sit still, he was restless.
But he said that Yan Po went downstairs and went to the stove to light a lamp. He saw a pot of soup burning in the stove and put some firewood together.
She took some scraps of silver and went out to the alley to buy some new fruits, fresh fish, tender chicken, fat bream, etc. When she got home, she filled the plates with them.
Seeing Song Jiang coming down from the second floor and sitting on the first floor at some unknown time, she murmured in her heart, thinking that her son-in-law was really tough, but she couldn't show any impatience on her face, so she had to continue cooking.
She was busy taking the wine and pouring it into a basin, scooping out half of it, heating it in the pot, and pouring it into the jug.
During this busy work, several plates of vegetables, three wine cups, three pairs of chopsticks, and buckets were packed upstairs and placed on the spring platform.
It is really not easy for this old woman to do this for the rest of her life and her daughter's happiness in the future. To do this, she also wants to live happily.
After busying herself, Yan Po made another cup of tea for Song Jiang, said a few words about good and bad, and then turned around and went up to the second floor.
As soon as she went upstairs, she saw her daughter still half lying on the bed. She was furious, closed the door, rushed up, pulled Yan Poxi violently, and cursed: "You are wandering around with that little Zhang San, I have the right to do so."
Turn a blind eye, but from now on, we, mother and daughter, will have to live off this Song Yasi. Don't pretend to be a real person and be confused. Don't let this continue, or I will end it sooner or later.
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Yan Poxi was scolded fiercely by her mother, and she was also furious. She cursed: "That black-faced thing is neglecting me. Mother, I am only eighteen years old, and I am acting like a widow! At first, he followed me day and night.
I sleep with you, and I serve you with all my heart.”
Yan Po looked sad and said: "You, you, even if you act recklessly, you will cause disaster sooner or later."
"Disaster?" Yan Poxi stood up, closed the door, and said coldly, "Mother, please don't say goodbye. I've been out for the past two days and met a fortune teller. What do you think he said?"
"What scary words are you talking about again?" Yan Po was scolding, but her eyes were very worried, as if she wanted to know something.
Yan Poxi said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Mother, you think Song Jiang is a treasure, but the fortune teller said that within half a month, Song Yasi will be guilty of beheading. He also said to stay away from him, so as not to cause disaster."
"Are you serious?" Yan Po trembled with fright. He hurriedly pulled his daughter and walked towards the house. He said carefully, "What did you say, sir? Why do you say that?"
Yan Poxi smiled coldly and said: "I don't know either, but that gentleman said that there is a black light on the Song River, and there will be a bloody disaster in the near future. I have seen him being sneaky recently, by the way..."
Speaking of this, Yan Poxi was suddenly startled and stared at my mother in surprise.
The mother was so frightened by her daughter's eyes that she thought something big had happened, so she hurriedly asked: "My good daughter, don't scare me. This Song Yasi is now the celebrity of the county magistrate. How could anything happen?"
However, Yan Poxi lowered her voice and said: "Mother, my daughter didn't care at first. Mainly because she was frightened by the fortune teller's predictions in the past two days. Later I heard something mentioned by little Zhang San, which made my daughter even more worried."
"My good daughter, what other scary things have you heard? My old mother will be buried in a few years, so don't scare me." This old woman wanted to live a young and sweet life, but she couldn't bear to hear it.
Such horrific news.
This is what Yan Poxi wants. I always look forward to Song Jiang's black face, so why not take this opportunity to scare me?
Thinking of this, Yan Poxi said: "My mother, Zhang San saw Song Yasi chatting with a good man that day. The man didn't look like a good man. Zhang San suspected that Song Yasi was talking to some people.
People in the Jianghu are involved. They also say that the good man brought a package, and Zhang San suspected that it contained gold and silver, and he was afraid that he was here to share the stolen goods."
"Divide the spoils? Divide the spoils into something. Don't scare me." Yan Po was so frightened that she cried. For a moment, she was at a loss of control and lost all sense of proportion.
Seeing that the time was right, Yan Poxi said: "Mother, since the fortune teller said it so accurately, nine times out of ten, it is true. It is better to choose the day than to hit it. Since this black face is here today, it is better to get him drunk.
, then let’s see if he has anything valuable on him.”
"Isn't this bad?" Yan Po said worriedly.
Yan Poxi is single-minded and devoted to sleeping and flying with Zhang Wenyuan. As long as it is unfavorable to Song Jiang, then she is lucky.
"Mother, destiny cannot be violated. This fortune teller told us about the bloody disaster. If we pretend that we don't know about it and hide it ourselves, where can we escape when the disaster comes?" Yan Poxi encouraged, "I mean what if this person
The one bad thing about colluding with bandits is that it will be a serious crime of beheading. When the time comes, the Nine Clan will be punished, mother, and we two will be beheaded."
"Behead?!" Yan Po was an ignorant woman. When she heard this, she was frightened and said in disbelief, "My good daughter, don't scare me.
My heart is beating so fast that it will burst out of my heart. Don't say anything, it really scares me to death. I still want to live for a few more years."
Yan Poxi took her mother's hand and said: "Mother, Song Jiang, don't worry about your daughter tonight. If I let him go, that would be a good thing. Let's stop getting involved. If he doesn't leave, then I will drink with him. When the time comes,
See if there are any flaws in him."
"What if not?"
"No, it means no." Yan Poxi leaned sideways and coaxed her mother, "Mother, don't go looking for Song Yasi again in the future. He gives you money every day anyway. It doesn't matter whether he comes or not."
When Yan Po heard this, she stopped talking. After all, she only had this daughter. In addition, she always feared ghosts and gods very much. When she heard her daughter's warning, she was afraid that something big would happen, so she could only sigh: "That's what my daughter said, but...
You still have to be polite and don't be too arrogant."
"Am I arrogant? If he doesn't provoke me, I will naturally tell him nicely. If he says something unreasonable, I, Yan Poxi, will not be easy to provoke." Yan Poxi raised her eyebrows, but she didn't take Song Jiang to heart at all.
Yan Po was extremely troubled and asked again: "What is the origin of that fortune teller?"
"Then how do I know? He looks like a scholar, middle-aged, speaks softly, and is very persuasive. He is really powerful." Yan Poxi couldn't help but sigh, "She even made me lose my father. She can say everything.
It’s very accurate.”
"Then do you reward people with money?" Yan Po also exclaimed, "I'm afraid I might meet a god."
"I am never stingy with such immortals. I gave them thirty coins."
"You are very generous."
Yan Poxi smiled and said: "Mother, my daughter is never stingy in matters of life and death."
The old woman sighed in various ways, took her daughter's hand and said, "Good daughter, don't delay. We'll be involved here for a long time, and I'm afraid Song Yasi will leave."
"If you leave, you will leave, and I don't care."
"My son." The old woman looked like she was about to cry.
Yan Poxi said: "Then my mother will bring the wine upstairs, and I will eat and drink with him. However, I have to be busy for a while. I will see how I feel later, whether I want to accompany him or not."
The old woman breathed a sigh of relief and went downstairs to serve the food. She brought the wine and meat in and placed them on the table.
Yan Po invited Song Jiang upstairs again, and she acted as a mediator.
When looking at Song Jiang, he just lowered his head. When looking at his daughter, he also looked away.
Yan Po said: "My son, get up and get a glass of wine. Don't let Song Yasi pour the wine himself."
Po Xi didn't give any face and said: "You guys eat first, I have to wait for a while."
The mother-in-law said: "My daughter, my mother-in-law has accustomed you to your temper since childhood, and you must not do it in front of others. It is not easy for Song Yasi to come here today. Don't show your temper here."
Po Xi looked at Song Jiang and said deliberately: "What if I don't pour wine for this cruel man? Could it be that he took my head with a sword?"
Yan Po laughed and said: "It's my fault again. Asi is a romantic man. My daughter, Asi is not as knowledgeable as you. Just don't pour the wine, and turn around and have a cup of wine. Don't do it.
capricious."
Po Xi was thinking about today's fortune telling, and felt that her fate with Song Jiang had come to an end. Since this man was going to be unlucky, she despised him even more.
That Song Jiang was dark, short, and still old, and most of all, he was thoughtful and very shameless.
How can he compare with Zhang Wenyuan? He immediately sent someone to invite him so that he could have a warm and affectionate relationship with him.
That person was very caring, but he didn't miss me at all.
The woman brought some wine to persuade Song Jiang, but Song Jiang reluctantly ate one.
The old lady had no choice but to say: "Don't be offended, Asi. I've been chatting with each other for a long time. I'll tell you later tomorrow. When outsiders see Asi here, they will be so shy that they talk nonsense and fart. Asi smells terrible."
Don't even listen, just drink."
He sifted three cups on the table and said, "My son, don't act like a child and eat a cup of wine carelessly."
Po Xi said again: "Mom, don't just pester me! I'm full and can't eat. You drink first, and I will drink later. I'm afraid you can't drink me anymore."
Yan Po said: "My daughter, you should also accompany your Sanlang to have a drink. Don't be too rude."
Po Xi listened and thought in her mind: "I only care about Zhang San, and what the fortune teller said today makes sense. Let's get him drunk first and then we'll see what he has in mind."
Po Xi reluctantly picked up the wine and ate half of it, but in her heart, a vicious plot was brewing. She really had her own plans.
The woman just smiled and said: "My son is just agitated. Song Yasi, please have a few cups and go to bed early."
Song Jiang could not be persuaded by him and drank three to five cups in a row.
The mother-in-law also drank several cups in succession, and then went downstairs to boil the wine.
The mother-in-law was displeased when she saw that her daughter refused to drink. Now she saw that her daughter had changed her mind and started to drink again. She said happily: "If I can get him to stay tonight, the man will forget all his anger. Then we will have a lingering relationship and fight on the bedside."
Close at the end of the bed.”
The mother-in-law was thinking about it while she ate three hours of wine in front of the stove, and soon she was drunk.
After a while, Yan Po's face turned red after drinking, but she still thought about it, so she climbed upstairs.
Seeing that Song Jiang lowered his head and said nothing, his daughter should not turn around and touch her skirt.
The woman laughed heartily and said, "You two are not made of clay, so you can do anything without saying a word? Oji, you are not a man, so you have to pretend to be gentle and gossip."
Song Jiangzheng didn't do anything reasonable, he just kept silent in his mouth, but felt very confused in his heart.
After all, he is also a public servant. Today, this girl has refused to give him face time and time again. Song Jiang's heart has been full of evil fire. They all say that drunkenness makes people cowardly.
What's more, this Song Jiang is always kind and kind, but a woman rides on him again and again and doesn't give him any face at all.
Eat him, drink him, and boss him around. Song Jiang has always been respected by others, just once or twice. Today, when he was not given face, Song Jiang was already at the peak of his anger.
This woman looked indifferent. Song Jiang had seen the world and had an idea in his mind.
"The matter between this mother-in-law and Zhang Sanruo has been spread everywhere. I have always been dubious and didn't care much. Now that I'm here today, I don't want to stay here for a night. If I were to catch him, I would let that person catch him.
Zhang San is easy to fight!" Song Jiang also had thoughts, but his posture was ferocious.
If this girl is unwilling to sleep with him tonight, then the relationship is completely severed.
Some things are just some eyebrows.
Just as he was thinking about it, the old woman came downstairs and shouted in passing: "You two should go to bed early. You drank a lot of wine tonight. You are just a little gentle. You will not waste this good life."
Yan Poxi was annoyed, but she was thinking about how Song Jiang could not get drunk, so she couldn't help but said angrily: "It's none of your business, mother, go to bed quickly."
When she said this, she was a little angry.
The old lady, Yama, felt that her wish had been fulfilled, and she said cheerfully: "You guys will be more affectionate tonight, and you will sleep more tomorrow morning, so there is no need to get up too early."
The woman went downstairs to wash up, but returned to her room to sleep peacefully.
Only Song Jiang sat across from Yan Poxi on the second floor. This girl stared at Song Jiang and said, "If you drink, just drink by yourself. I won't accompany you. I'm sleepy and I'm going to bed."
As Yan Poxi spoke, she lay down with her clothes on and had no intention of calling Song Jiang to sleep with her.
Song Jiang just watched, sighing in his heart, and even more angry, he just felt that this woman was too much!
Seeing that the night was getting dark, Song Jiang couldn't move forward or retreat. In addition, he had drunk a lot, so he could only find a place to lie down.
Who would have thought that Yan Poxi sneered and said, "Don't even think about sleeping with me."
Song Jiang was already angry, and when he heard these words, evil fire erupted in his heart, and he wished he could go up and beat this damn woman up.
Bitch!
This bitch-like thing should have been sold to bury her father in the first place. It would be better to sell her to a brothel. This low-grade thing is really wanton.
He opened his mouth to speak, but he was drunk and felt uncomfortable. He really didn't want to argue, so he had to take off his coat and put his belongings to one side.
The night was getting colder, so he had to go to bed, but he slept across from the girl.
But I couldn't sleep well this time.
Drowsily, Yan Poxi raised her head, glanced at the table, and saw a cloth bag placed on the table.
Her eyes immediately shined.
Yan Poxi immediately thought of what Xiao Zhang San said, and Yan Poxi couldn't help but wonder: "Could it be something in that bag?"
Thinking of this, Yan Poxi squinted her eyes and stared at Song Jiang, just thinking that he would fall asleep early so that she could look through it.
Who knew that Song Jiang had something on his mind? He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep well.
Seventy-seven, eighty-eight, suddenly made Yan Poxi lose his temper, and just said: "You are tossing and turning, it must be the dirty thoughts, let me tell you, I don't want you to touch me!"
Song Jiang slapped his hand on the bed, stood up suddenly, his eyes were about to split, and he was furious: "You bitch! You are so rude! You are so arrogant, do you really treat me, Song Jiang, as a clay doll?"
Unexpectedly, Yan Poxi confronted her and scolded: "You are not a good person either! What is your name? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
