My Empress is My Bad Girl

"People who simply like Zhaohui, as long as he has a normal mind, there is no need to kill people because she likes others." Qian'er analyzed carefully, "Unless Zhaohui likes Xiaoer, it makes him feel threatened and Shame, he can be angry and kill."

"how come?"

"It's very possible," Shui Yijun said.

He has a certain understanding of the Wu people, knowing that in order to ensure the purity of blood, most of the Wu people are unwilling to intermarry with outsiders. In order to prevent young men and women from growing up, they gradually evolved a custom.

Both men and women must be engaged within three years of birth.

At the age of seventeen, you have to get married, and every woman has to have at least two children. It is better to have a girl.

Only when there are more women can more children be born.

This kind of custom has greatly ensured the inheritance of the Uzbek people, allowing them to come down for hundreds of generations, and the number of their people has not decreased too much.

After listening to Shui Yijun’s explanation, the child shook his head greatly: “I was engaged at the age of three. Who knows what the other party will look like? The Uzbeks are too miserable, right.”

Both Shui Yijun and Qian'er agreed with this.

Marriage matters, you still have to look at each other's eyes.

Otherwise, day and night will face each other, and the long night, how can life go on.

"So, Zhaohui also has a fiancé?" the child asked again.

"Yes." Qian'er replied. "Her fiance's name is Xiangqiu Lang."

Qian'er thought for a while, and felt something was wrong: "No, I didn't say before, this Zhaohui is going to marry Xiaozhuang? What is the situation? Can the Uzbek have one daughter and two husbands?"

"How is it possible?" Qian'er smiled, "Otherwise, why do you think Zhaohui would be dismissed and driven away by her people? It is because of this that she met Xiaoer."

The child snorted, "According to me, the shameless one is the high priest Long Fei."

"Indeed." Qian'er agreed.

The toddler glanced at her: "This shameless old thing, but your future husband."

Qianer: "..."

Shui Yijun patted the children: "Don't laugh at your sister like that. Seriously, according to the current situation, Zhaohui's fiancé Xiangqiulang is the most suspicious. Aren't you going to arrest someone?"

"must go!"

The toddler carried the sword and disappeared like a whirlwind.

She casually caught someone and asked, and she easily found Xiangqiu Lang's home.

Unexpectedly, it was empty.

Xiangqiulang is not at home, there is only an elderly grandmother and two young sisters in the house. Xiangqiulang's parents have gone to the mountains to make a living.

The two little girls had seen young children use their abilities to move houses. When they saw her coming to their own home, they were both curious and scared, hiding in the doorway and daring not to come out.

The old and small children in this family don’t want to scare them, so they suppressed their ferocious appearance, and asked the grandmother with the most amiable smile: "Old man, I have something to do with your grandson. Do you know where he went? ?"

The grandmother waved her hands: "I don't know, I don't know."

"Where is your grandson going, don't you know?"

"I'm old, how can I manage the affairs of the little children!" The old grandmother sat at the door, leaning on crutches, looking at the sky, sighing, and babbling to herself, "I haven't been out for many days, this It's going to rain... Can you finish picking the beans in the ground."

I am completely immersed in my own world.

Obviously, I am a little confused.

Seeing nothing to ask, the toddler looked at the two girls.