Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 7

There was no sound for a long time behind the screen.

Meng Baiyun thought he didn't understand what he meant, so he explained responsibly: "He is a general, and he was also on the battlefield the day we got married. I got married with a big cock in my arms. Just after the worship, it was reported that he died in battle. bad news."

The person behind the screen responded lightly: "Oh."

Meng Baiyun felt that men might not like to listen to these trivial matters, so they concentrated on taking a bath.

While soaking, the voice sounded again, the tone was flat and slightly cold: "You just said that you plan to get married again?"

Meng Baiyun played with his black hair, heard the words, smiled and said: "Of course, I have never seen him, why should I be a widow for him."

"If my guess is correct, you are the young lady of Longfu."

Meng Baiyun wasn't surprised at all, because she really knew how far her "famous name" spread: "Hehe, I'm afraid that in the whole Chang'an city, I can't find another one as unlucky as me. By the way, I am so unlucky." I haven't asked your name yet."

"Bamboo Yun!"

"Thank you for saving me, but I also saved your sister, so it's even."

"kindness."

"I'll go back after I take a shower and sleep."

"Back to where?"

"Dragon Mansion."

There was no sound behind the screen, and Meng Baiyun felt that chatting with this Zhu Yun was quite suitable for the phrase "one or the other".

This kind of person is generally not good at communication, or disdains communication, and only when he meets someone he admires, he will say a few more words.

Obviously, she wasn't the one he admired.

So, she took a bath by herself and washed off a layer of skin before she got up.

He had already left, and the servant girl was waiting outside, changing and washing her.

The night was getting dark, and she had to wait until dawn to return home. She sat in the yard with her chin resting on her back, looking at the stars in the sky, and thought of the nursery rhyme her mother taught her when she was a child.

"In the vast sky hang two little stars,
They will go on expeditions with me.

Little star it left me the last greeting,
I hope you will remember me.

One night at the window,

I asked you in a low voice,

Can you not leave me.

You replied that the child I can not. "

Singing, tears streaming down her face, and feeling that she was too hypocritical, she roughly wiped away her tears, patted her buttocks and stretched, grinned at the sky full of stars and gave a big smile, then turned and entered the room.

On the treetops in the distance, Long Aohan, who had a panoramic view of her, let go of a leaf in his hand.

The leaves are like butterfly wings, fluttering and falling to the ground.

A gust of wind blew up, the leaves circled again, and finally returned to tranquility, and the people on the tree disappeared without a sound.

In the early morning of the next day, Longfu.

In front of the ancestral hall, the red paint on a new tablet is still brand new.

There is a line of characters written on it, and the three characters of General Long Aohan are written in a particularly large size, which clearly shows the identity of the owner of the tablet.

Meng Baiyun knelt down. Normally, a soft cotton cushion would be used for paying homage, but she was here to be punished, so naturally she knelt directly on the cold floor.

In April, it is neither hot nor cold, especially when kneeling like this, the knees are cold, but the piercing pain is hot.

It's been two hours, is this the rhythm of the old lady kneeling to her death?
Bisheng also sent someone to watch her, to be lazy, just to whip her, and to torture her to death.

(End of this chapter)