Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Chapter 1 Nightmare

Chapter 1 Nightmare
Xie Zhiyun suddenly woke up from the nightmare.

She was gasping for breath, her chest was torn and hurt in a violent ups and downs, and there was a faint roar in her ears, which made her feel only a burst of heart palpitations.

Xie Zhiyun was stunned for a long time before reaching out to wipe his forehead.

Cold sweat in one hand.

She had a nightmare, a nightmare that was so real and so unreal.

In the dream, she was wearing mourning clothes, kneeling and sitting in a plain white mourning hall, people around her came and went, talking about the decline and misfortune of the Wei family.

Xie Zhiyun's face was pale, and she felt cold all over. She closed her eyes and slowly recalled everything in her dream.

It was very cold in the mourning hall, it seemed to be a snowy night in the middle of winter, she was dressed thinly, knelt and sat beside the coffin, her eyes drooping, not saying a word.

The brazier in front of her eyes was blazing with paper money one after another, and the choking soot rose in front of her eyes, but she didn't have a single tear.

Beside her are the second and third sister-in-law who are estranged from her, besides that, Wei Ji's younger sister Wei Ning'an.

Even after just two months of marriage, she knew three people.

The second sister-in-law is a girl from the Wu family, and she doesn't like to gossip, she just knelt quietly by the side without saying a word, while the third sister-in-law is a merchant woman, whispering to Wei Ning'an who was at odds with her.

Xie Zhiyun felt cold all over, and her mind was heavy. In a daze, she heard the words of the third sister-in-law.

"She is a mourner. How many people died when she married into our family? The Xie family was defeated, and now it's our Wei family's turn."

Wei Ning'an's voice was hoarse, crying like complaining: "If it wasn't for her, how could elder brother die?"

"Eldest brother is dead, we can't survive, we are all going to die!"

When Xie Zhijun dreamed of this place, he felt a splitting headache.

Immediately afterwards, the emptiness in front of my eyes was spinning, the cry was miserable, and the resentment was full of resentment.

Xie Zhiyun woke up at this moment.

She sat there in a daze for a long time, and finally regained some sanity. She subconsciously touched her side with her cold hands, but only felt coldness.

Xie Zhiyun's heart trembled, she turned her head to look anxiously, but she didn't see the tall man who was still lingering with her at night.

She is newly married to Wei Ji, but they have never been at loggerheads. She is a daughter of a wealthy family, but he is a down-to-earth brat. With his father-in-law's brilliant military exploits, he became a hero and achieved his current hegemony.

The marriage of the two of them is the icing on the cake, and it is also a timely gift.

Even if she is as pampered as she can't refuse, let alone Wei Ji who never disobeyed her father.

But after the marriage was completed, the two became resentful spouses.

She despises him for not knowing how to use words and ink, but only wielding knives and guns, he is just a brute.

She couldn't understand him practicing martial arts in the barracks all day long, his muscles were tight, he was tall and cautious.

She also couldn't get used to him talking loudly, his voice was like a bell.

And although he never said anything that he hated her, he seldom came back to live in the main room, and usually came back on the fifteenth day of the first day of the Lunar New Year, and left after rushing through things.

The days after marriage are really disgusting to see each other, making it difficult to maintain.

But even so, Xie Zhijun didn't want to see him die young, and she didn't want the Xie family and the Wei family to lose.

This dream was so palpitating that when Xie Zhijun didn't see the tall man next to the pillow, he still got up in the dark, stepped on the thousand silk shoes, and walked to the wing room step by step.

It is also the cold winter season, and the Chinese New Year has just passed, and every household is posting red and hanging blessings, which seems to be full of joy.

The Chunhuating where the eldest couple lived was just built last year. It took the shape of the old capital of North Vietnam, with white walls and green tiles, simple and elegant.

Xie Zhijun was dressed in plain white tunic, her black hair was loose, like a Su Ling in the dark night, she went out of the main bedroom all the way, passed through the main room, and went straight to the opposite wing.

Different from the main room, there is only a brazier burning in the side room, and the sudden entry adds a three-point chill.

Xie Zhiyun just wanted to know if he was still there.

The nightmare was trapped in people's hearts and caused disasters in the sea of ​​consciousness, which made Xie Zhiyun, who had always disliked Wei Ji, care a little more about him.

The husband and wife didn't like crowds at night, so the maids and servants didn't wait in the main room. Xie Zhiyun went straight into the wing room where Wei Ji lived without any hindrance.

He is a tall and rough man, and he is not afraid of the cold in the snow in the middle of winter. There is only a brazier in the wing room, and Xie Zhiyun can see his tall figure crouching on the Arhat's bed from a distance.

The curtains are heavy, and the figures are panicked.

Xie Zhijun's heart beat fast.

She walked silently, like a cat, all the way to the bed.

It was pitch black all around, and Xie Zhijun could only vaguely see Wei Ji's sleeping profile through the bright moonlight outside the window.

He was tall and reassuring.

Xie Zhijun sat by the bed, tracing his eyebrows and eyes in the dark.

Wei Ji's face was handsome and resolute, and he was born with a pair of sword eyebrows, which made his eyebrows even sharper.The bridge of his nose is high and straight, like a mountain, but his lips are thin and pale, and for some reason there is a bit of coldness.

He is the most elegant major general in the eight states under Su Guogong's rule, and he is also the little prince praised by everyone.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star.

Xie Zhiyun subconsciously reached out and touched Wei Ji's slender neck lightly.

He is warm, his pulse is strong and powerful, and he is full of vitality.

The heat was just like his own, warm and blazing, almost scalding her hand.

For some reason, Xie Zhiyun's heart went to An Ran.

She withdrew her hand, feeling like she was going crazy, why would she freeze herself to see if he was alive or dead.

Xie Zhijun turned around and was about to leave the cold room.

The next moment, warm and powerful hands tightly grasped her wrist.

Xie Zhiyun raised her eyebrows, she turned her head, and her bright almond eyes stared at Wei Ji's face.

Sure enough, Wei Ji had woken up.

The room was dark and gloomy, and we couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but Xie Zhiyun could already remember his appearance from memory.

In the darkness, Wei Ji's bright and deep star eyes were like snow leopards, staring closely at the prey in front of him.

"Madam stays up late at night, is it impossible to murder your husband?"

Xie Zhijun's heart tightened, and he snorted coldly in an instant: "Presumptuous."

She didn't break free from her wrist on purpose, because of her experience in the past two months, she couldn't break free from Wei Ji at all.

Wei Ji went into battle to kill the enemy when he was fifteen, he had experienced more than a hundred battles, big and small, it was easy for him to pinch weak women.

Wei Ji seemed to have just woken up, and was a little dazed, his dark eyes were less sharp than usual, and a little more gentle.

He tightly held Xie Zhijun's slender wrist, and with a little force on his hand, he pulled her into his arms.

In an instant, ice and fire blended.

The soft and slender plain white woman lay on the warm and generous chest, and the blazing heat rushed over, making Xie Zhiyun dizzy.

She gritted her teeth and snorted coldly: "Wei Ji, you are so brave!"

Wei Ji let go of his hand at this moment.

But before Xie Zhiyun got up, he folded his hands together, directly clasped her slender waist, and clasped her whole body into his arms.

Just as Xie Zhiyun was about to speak, her warm lips invaded and took away all her mind.

"Well."

His kiss was hot and strong, without any lingering affection, only straightforward and strong invasion.

His enthusiasm reminded Xie Zhiyun of the coldness of the mourning hall in her dream. She couldn't tell what it was like in her heart, but she turned over and crushed her under her body in a daze.

Wei Ji looked at the beauty Lang Huan in front of him, and his hot breath was panting in her ear: "It's just a sweet dream."

A red cloud suddenly floated across Xie Zhijun's plain face.

She stretched out her hand and thumped him lightly on his chest, her brows were raised coldly, but her voice was coquettish: "Let me go."

Wei Ji lowered his head and carefully looked at Xie Zhiyun with those beautiful star eyes.

"Don't let it go."

His hand slipped slightly, all the way to the obstructing belt.

Gently tug, the silk is gone.

Wei Ji's kiss struck again, and it invaded Xie Zhiyun's sanity for a moment.

He whispered on her lips: "It's rare for you to be good, why should I let it go?"

After that, the familiar and unfamiliar heat wave hit.

Xie Zhiyun finally realized the warmth of this wing room. In the end, she was covered with thin sweat on her forehead, and her black hair was loose on her temples, adding a touch of charm.

Wei Ji had tossed with her once last night, Xie Zhiyun couldn't figure out where he got his strength, he woke up in the middle of the night and could still pester her.

In the end, Xie Zhiyun really felt tired, so he scolded him: "Manzi, I'm tired."

Wei Ji smiled and wanted to kiss her, but she turned his head away from the passionate kiss.

"Madam, but my husband is not tired."

Immediately, Xie Zhiyun was speechless.

After fighting again, the fish belly is already white, and the sky will be twilight.

Xie Zhiyun snatched Wei Ji's soft pillow, hid in another bed far away, and glared at Wei Ji: "Barbarian, barbarian!"

Wei Ji supported his neck with his hands, his jacket was slightly open, exposing his strong chest.

He couldn't breathe, and he was already staring at Xie Zhijun like a leopard.

"Why did Madam come here?" Wei Ji quietly found a strand of her black hair from under the quilt, and played with it in his hand.

Xie Zhiyun was tossed by him twice a night, had nightmares and suffered from the cold. She was exhausted now, and she didn't have the energy to entangle with Wei Ji, so she just said sleepily: "Go to the bed, I'm going to sleep."

This hypocritical young lady really threw it away when she was done using it, without mercy.

Wei Ji thought it was funny, but he didn't care.

He let go of the black hair on his hands, lazily turned over, and went straight to the couch by the window barefoot.

As soon as he left, Xie Zhiyun fell asleep.

She had another dream.

In the dream, there was a world of ice and snow, and her maid, Mu Yun, knelt in front of her, crying so hard that she almost passed out.

"Miss, my mother died, so I was half a day late, and my mother died at home alone."

"I'm not filial, I'm not filial."

Saying so, Mu Yun suddenly raised his head, his eyes were stained with blood and tears, and there was a long bloodstain on his neck.

"Miss, it's all my fault. I'm too timid to say anything or ask for anything."

"Miss, I'm in pain."

Mu Yun's cries echoed in her ears, Xie Zhijun was not sleeping well, the coldness hit her again, making her heart throbbing again and again.

However, the crying didn't go away, but the warmth hit her, as if a wall burned with a fire dragon was tightly attached to her back, making the coldness in her body gradually dissipate.

It also made the weeping nightmare leave her.

Xie Zhijun finally fell into a deep sleep, no longer babbling or struggling, no longer trembling.

Wei Ji looked at the delicate person in his arms, stared quietly for a long time, then helped her cover the quilt, and returned to the couch.

The next morning, Xie Zhijun woke up to a familiar voice.

It may be because of the lingering night, but it may also be because of the lingering nightmare that Xie Zhijun did not wake up as usual when he woke up early, and he was still a little dizzy when he was called by Mu Yun.

She barely opened her eyes, and what she saw was an unfamiliar plain green curtain. After a while, she realized that she was in Wei Ji's wing.

Xie Zhiyun's face turned red unconsciously.

Mu Yun waited by Luo Han's bedside, saw her wake up, forced a smile and said, "Miss is late today."

She entered the mansion at the age of six and grew up with Xie Zhiyun, so she knows Xie Zhiyun's temper best.

Therefore, she never mentioned Xie Zhiyun's appearance in the son-in-law's room, and only waited for her to return to the main room.

After Xie Zhijun washed and changed, he went to the dining hall to wait for breakfast.

Perhaps because of that dream, or because she was not awake yet, Xie Zhiyun's gaze fell directly on Mu Yun's face, staring at her familiar delicate face in a daze.

Mu Yun paused slightly, a little flustered: "Miss?"

Xie Zhiyun didn't feel any palpitations in her heart, she covered her heart, and took a quiet breath for a while, only to find that Mu Yun's eyes were slightly red with blood.

She just cried.

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