Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

  Su Haitang hugged the medicine bag dumbfoundedly and went back to the medicine bath. She felt a little closer to this white cousin who laughed and scolded without any scruples.

   It's hard not to like someone like that, right?

   The medicated bath recipe in the morning has been adjusted to make it more stimulating.

  Su Haitang just felt a stream of warm currents flowing through the hundreds of thousands of pores in his body, like a prairie fire, and it suddenly burned in his body!

  From skin to flesh to bones and viscera, the blood is boiling and rushing, like a big river flowing into the sea, unstoppable!

  Su Haitang frowned slightly, sweating on her face, but she sat as firmly as Mount Tai, even unconsciously posing as five hearts facing the sky, breathing in the fragrance of the medicinal herbs.

  Su Haitang is very accustomed to the two-in-one method, which has almost become her instinct. Especially when she feels difficult, she will subconsciously think about it and divert her attention.

   At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed, her thoughts moved slightly, and her mind was in a trance, and then the simple and elegant "Bai Tou Yin" appeared again, but those vague sound and shadows disappeared, as if she had changed from watching TV dramas to pure text reading mode.

  Su Haitang carefully traced the graceful font on the signature, and unconsciously flashed a regretful thought.

   There are good poems, good words and good stories, but unfortunately there is no wine, no music, no confidant.

   Just a flash of nonsense thoughts flashed by, Su Haitang herself didn't even pay attention to her concern, but the sound of the violin suddenly sounded in her ears.

   A female voice sighed loudly: After one parting, the two places hang on each other, talking about March and April, but who knows five or six years!

   The lyre is unintentionally played, the eight-line script cannot be passed on, the nine-line chain is interrupted, and the ten-mile long pavilion is eager to see through.

  Thinking in every possible way, reciting in every possible way, and resenting him in every possible way.

  …

  Oh! Lang Ya Lang, I wish you would be a woman and I would be a man in the next life.

The voice is clear and graceful, and there is an atmosphere of grief and anger in the weakness, which is full of tenderness, but it is not blindly showing weakness and asking for peace. Born to be a helpless and resentful daughter.

   Since ancient times, how lucky a man is, how wealthy and easy wives are, and precious and easy friends, how many Yuanmeng alliances have failed!

  Su Haitang frowned uncomfortably, her mood fluctuated, her breath was disordered, and she was about to break the comfortable feeling of being in meditation.

   There was a sudden screeching sound, and the elegant violin sounded, clear and lingering, gradually becoming warmer, and the inexhaustible flow of love and thoughts only made people unable to help but yearn for the beautiful woman who was adored and adored.

  Su Haitang's depression slowly dissipated, her breath was even and long, her eyebrows were stretched, the corners of her mouth were smiling, her hands turned into flower fingers at some point, and her complexion was pink and lustrous.

  It’s a pity that no one has seen this beautiful scene.

   In the next second, she slightly pursed her red lips and made a strange appearance of her daughter's house. Although she still sat upright with her eyes closed, she couldn't see the flow of eyes, which was also fascinating.

  Su Haitang is also thinking about it.

   The violin sounded melodious, but Cheng Yuanzheng's ruffian quietly entered her mind, grinning at her in various ways, calling out to his daughter-in-law, getting closer and closer, those thin lips were about to come up...

  Who is your daughter-in-law! disgusting!

   Su Haitang was flushed with shame, scolded the cheeky guy in her heart, and chased away the guy who didn't want to leave.

   When are you still only caring about the love of your children? If you don't have to come back with all your tails, I will, I will not allow you to call me my daughter-in-law!

   Cheng Yuanzheng stared at her with a melancholy handsome face, and his feet seemed to take root.

  Su Haitang bit her lower lip lightly and sighed silently.

   Well, as long as you are fine, I will wait for you to come back no matter how long it takes.

   Be your daughter-in-law.