The Lady’s Sickly Husband

The protagonist of the trouble broke away, and the villagers saw that there was no drama to see and they all dispersed.

Fang Zizi took the sweet-scented osmanthus scorpion and went to the court. Ning Shaoqing saw them stepping forward and squatting back into the house, letting the two men look at each other.

The strange snow does not blame them, in fact, Fang Zizi can be like this to her, she is very satisfied. She can see clearly that if someone didn't hold Fang Zizi, she had to jump out to help herself and hit the old man.

What's more, Fang Zizi has done his best, without her to arrange the two mixed children, can not prove her innocence, things will not be so closed.

As for the sweet-scented osmanthus, she is a widow, with a daughter, where there is still a bit of conviction. After all, it’s just a poor person.

Seeing a thousand snow does not blame, the heart of Fang Zizi's fall is put in the same place, the sweet-scented osmanthus scorpion does not speak, went directly into the stove, and made lunch for them.

Fang Zizi saw the rain and the weather was fine. When she thought of Ning Shaoqing’s words, she hurriedly asked her: “Sister, willn’t you really want to move?”

Mo Qianxue saw her sincerely and comforted: "No, the gentleman is just a moment of temperament, and now everything has passed."

There are good people, bad guys and wall grass in every village. When I moved to where I lived, now that the second best product was expelled from the village, the blind man also smashed his legs, no longer have to worry about someone looking for trouble, why do you want to move.

Fang Zizi took advantage of her hand to comfort her, and she was waiting to say something, but she saw blisters on her hands. In some places, the blisters were broken, and the red meat was revealed. The heart was shocked and distressed: Sister, this is awkward, how is this hand suddenly? Is it painful..."

This series of concern greetings by Fang Zizi caused a storm in the smashing of the snow and rushed to the wing.

OMG! The root carving in the wing is waiting for her to polish. It’s already afternoon, the sun is all over the west, it’s too late.

Pushing open the door, the light outside the door is reflected back on the root carving, stabbed in the eyes of a thousand snow.

She opened her mouth: This... How is this possible?

Yesterday, she was only a rough carving, with rough hair and sharp barbs.

Today, this carving is clearly visible in the wooden texture, smooth and reflective!

who is it? Who helped her?

Recalling that in the morning, the pair of hands that stretched out her length, the palm of her hand, there were several blisters in the bend...

The stranger snows through the key and turns to the room.

Fang Zizi still stood in the same place and wondered, "Hey, I said the girl, you are slow, what happened?" and said that one side has already come to the wing.

A thousand snow rushed over and hit a square scorpion, a square scorpion eyes a flower, a thousand snowman shadow has rushed into the hall.

She shook her head and looked at the room with doubts and instantly stayed.

She clearly remembers that it was a stump, branches, and black skin ugly that was carried in that day.

However, now... Mom, it must be a dazzling...

*

Ning Shaoqing just took off his clothes and went to bed, but he heard the wind and the clouds, and then the door slammed open.

Seeing the thousands of snow and rushing in, the brow wrinkled, sat up and drank: "What is it that makes you so fussed?"

It seems that he still needs to teach her some rules. This woman is very elegant when she is elegant, but it is too impulsive when she is impulsive. Where are the virtues of women gone?

No matter what his tone and attitude, Mo Qianxue dragged his hand directly from the quilt.

Seeing the blisters full of hands, tears floating in the eyes: "It's you, right?"

Ning Shaoqing was eagerly stared at her red eyes, twisting her hand back, hiding in the middle, turning her eyes, and the anger that had been drinking, but turned into a flawless face: "What is me?"

"That tree carving, you helped me polish, right?"

"Grinding? I won't!" Ning Shaoqing shook his head and lay down again. "I just watched you look good, curious to play for a while, didn't break it."

"No... no... you are really good at playing!" Have you played? Who believes! How can it be as smooth as a few hours? Can you play blisters with lots of fun?

A thousand snows smirk with tears, since he does not want to admit, she does not have to debunk.

This is good, paint directly, and tomorrow will be able to dry out.

The big stone in the heart fell to the ground, and the mood suddenly became good. Once again, the awkward look, the heart is like a mirror: the awkwardness of a man who is awkward is another crime, and she is embarrassed. So cute! Mo Qian Xue had a heart to tease him, jumped up and held a kiss with Ning Shaoqing’s face.

After the kiss, the speed turned and left.

When I walked to the door of the door, I couldn’t help but laugh and laughed. Then I said nothing: "Don’t hide, your hand is the best hand I have ever seen. ”

Mo Qianxue excitedly withdrew, Ning Shaoqing’s face was “tenglish” red, and the lips curled up a good-looking arc. The hand caressed the place where he was kissed: your hand is also the best I have ever seen. Hand.

*

In Tianxiang City, a carriage slowly moves.

In the car, thousands of snow sighed with the carvings, while lamenting his extraordinary play. This piece is really perfect! The root of the lacquer is perfect to Ning Shaoqing, and she is a bit reluctant to perfect herself.

Because the tree carvings were to be shipped out, the carriage of Baiyunju had tofu, so it was hired by Zhang’s carriage today.

Zhang Zizi is staring at his own man. He listened to a thousand snows and said that he would go to the door to move. He actually followed. The eyes were staring at the sweet-scented osmanthus scorpion, and the osmanthus scorpion was like a child doing something wrong. Shrinking in the kitchen, the head did not dare to lift.

This situation, the depth of the snow is speechless!

Xiao Zizi heard that she was the mysterious guest who had an appointment with Xin Gongzi. She quickly found several buddies and moved the tree carvings with red cloth to the elegant room that Xin Yiming had ordered.

It was still early, Xin Yiming had not come yet, and a thousand people were smeared with tea in the elegant room, but the door suddenly opened.

People who come in, Jinyi Huafu, small fan swaying, character ethos, not seven sons and which one?

"Ning Niangzi came here, did not say hello, but forgot the son." Still so arrogant, but this is a harsh feeling of listening to the strange snow.

What is it that forgot him? Who is he?

If someone listens, she thinks that she is not observing the woman's way.

A small mouth, a thousand snow to put down the cup, "Seven sons are busy with things, where the slaves dare to bother, today is to talk about a business, inconvenience, please also forgive me."

The implication is that he can go on, she has something to talk to.

"Unfortunately, this son is also the host here, and there is something to do."

The seven sons who had spoken in the room had sat down on the other side of the room.