It is said that if wine is not intoxicating, everyone will get drunk, and if flowers are not charming, people will be confused.

This Yan Poxi is only eighteen years old. She was loved by her father in the past and has been beautiful since she was a child. Wherever she goes, she is praised and praised by others.

Since I married Song Jiang, I initially thought that this man was kind and generous, so I was patient and flattered him.

It's just that the man only wanted to dance with guns and sticks. He only focused on official duties and became increasingly indifferent to her.

"Men are not good things. After playing with them, they get tired of them and their thoughts are not on women." Yan Poxi held his forehead with one hand and spat lightly.

Hearing her old mother's call, Yan Poxi couldn't help but think of little Zhang San's good fortune.

Although that boy is a poor man, he speaks well and is handsome. If she is in a bad mood, this man is the best at coaxing her.

I was made comfortable every time, and I did my best to do that.

Yan Poxi had nothing to do. She had this picture of Wenyuan in front of her, and her heart was all pinned on him. When she heard her mother calling, her heart was so excited that she couldn't hold it back. She got up in a hurry, not even bothering to put on her makeup.

She smoothly moved the short hair on her forehead to one side and said to herself: "This short-lived ghost will make me feel very miserable. I will give you a slap in the face soon to vent my anger."

Yan Poxi ran downstairs as if she were flying, and saw the lights on the first floor brightly lit, and the colored glass lights in front of the hall illuminated clearly.

But it was the black-faced Song Jiang sitting at the top, with a sullen face.

Yan Poxi frowned, with a look of disgust in her eyes, but she turned around and muttered as she walked away, "How did this black-faced thief come to be? He's really disgusting."

In the past, she was still patient and gave Song Jiang some good looks.

It is said that women are the most heartless once they fall in love with someone else. Yan Poxi didn't even bother to entertain the thought.

Not only that, all the past kindness was in vain.

At the moment, this little girl doesn't even want to act for the occasion. She returns to the house and lies lazily on the bed, holding her forehead with one hand, thinking about Zhang Wenyuan.

Downstairs, her mother heard her daughter clearly coming downstairs, but why didn't she come down again, and then there was the sound of going upstairs. She was so angry that she was trembling all over, and couldn't help shouting: "My daughter, your Saburo is here, why don't you come down?"

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Yan Poxi rolled her eyes and shouted: "He is not a cripple. He can't go upstairs. We all live together. If he wants to see me, he goes upstairs by himself. Why should he let me go downstairs? Mother, don't stay here.

The nagging is really annoying."

When Song Jiang heard this, his expression remained the same as before, without any hint of joy or anger.

But there was a sense of anger in my heart.

I support your family, but this damn bitch is so negligent. Do you really think that I am just a decoration?

He didn't want to be okay, but when he thought about the recent troubles, he originally didn't care, but now, he felt an evil fire.

Yan Po was originally here to smooth things over, but this daughter spoke like this, which made her extremely angry.

She could only say with a shy face, "Song Yasi, I'm afraid this girl won't be able to see you for a long time, so she's being petty. Why don't you go upstairs, I'll go up with you, this girl is really shameless.

You are also a hard worker, so there is no reason to accompany her every day."

Speaking of this, Song Jiang felt even more irritable, but because of the mother-in-law's face, he really couldn't say anything, so he had to follow Yan Po upstairs.

Song Jiang has been very preoccupied recently, and he is really absent-minded at the moment. When he gets to the second floor, he will find this young lady's bedroom.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but once you look at Song Jiang, you have a feeling that things are right and people are different.

Bits and pieces of the past come to mind.

How long has it been?

When you first got married, you were considered to be very affectionate, but now you are like a stranger?

He purchased everything in this house with great care. There was a table and bench in the front half of the house, and a bedroom in the back half.

There is a bed with three sides of flowers, with railings on both sides, and a red curtain hanging on it.

There is a clothes hanger with a towel on the side, and a wash basin on the side. On a gold lacquered table, there is a tin lampstand with two spoons on the side.

On the front wall, there is a picture of a beautiful lady.

There are four chairs lined up opposite the bed.

Song Jiang also put his mind into everything, but what did the girls in front of him do?

It was okay not to think about it, but when he thought about this place, a wave of evil arose in Song Jiang's heart.

I'm so kind to you bitch, but you are making rumors outside.

Thinking of this, Song Jiang had a black face and his expression became even more ugly.

He sat down on a stool aside, and Yan Po pulled up his daughter and said, "My daughter, Song Yasi is your man after all. What are you doing when you are angry? Don't say anything unpleasant. It's hard for you to get along today."

See you, let’s have a good time together and don’t get angry.”

It's a good thing that Yan Poxi didn't listen to this. As soon as she heard this, she immediately broke away from her mother's hand and said: "Mom, you are talking and doing things randomly!

It's because he didn't see anyone for half a month and left me here alone. I'm stuck here every day. Unlike their men, I can run around, drink and have fun, and have fun with three or five people. I'm a woman.

If you can be stuck at home, what can you do?"

When Song Jiang heard this, he sneered in his heart, "This is just for those who are full."

Many people outside are starving to death. If they have food to eat, they are all grateful. This bitch really doesn't know what is good or bad.

He just has a watery temper and can't stand loneliness.

Song Jiang couldn't sit still at this time, so he immediately stood up, but Yan Po said: "You two sit down first, I will get some drinks first, and you will have a drink and chat later. I will rest here tonight."

Unfortunately, Song Jiang remained silent, and Yan Poxi also turned away. Neither of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere was awkward.

Song Jiang could not stay any longer. He only wanted to leave. Just as he was about to speak, Yan Po came downstairs.

Yan Poxi said aside: "It doesn't matter whether you come back or not."

Song Jiang sneered: "Just stick to your duties."

Yan Poxi was furious and said: "You treat me like a plaything. What do you mean by keeping one's duty? It means catching someone in bed and hearing other people say some sarcastic words. You are going to treat me like this?"

Song Jiang snorted coldly, waved his sleeves suddenly, didn't bother to talk, and walked straight downstairs.

When Yan Poxi saw him leaving, she was too lazy to speak. All she could think about was little Zhang San.

As soon as Song Jiang walked downstairs, he saw the woman closing the door behind her back, presumably because she was afraid that he would leave.

"Alas! This old woman has figured out what I am thinking." Song Jiang was really helpless, but he couldn't sit still, he was restless.

But he said that Yan Po went downstairs and went to the stove to light a lamp. He saw a pot of soup burning in the stove and put some firewood together.

She took some scraps of silver and went out to the alley to buy some new fruits, fresh fish, tender chicken, fat bream, etc. When she got home, she filled the plates with them.

Seeing Song Jiang coming down from the second floor and sitting on the first floor at some unknown time, she murmured in her heart, thinking that her son-in-law was really tough, but she couldn't show any impatience on her face, so she had to continue cooking.

She was busy taking the wine and pouring it into a basin, scooping out half of it, heating it in the pot, and pouring it into the jug.

During this busy work, several plates of vegetables, three wine cups, three pairs of chopsticks, and buckets were packed upstairs and placed on the spring platform.

It is really not easy for this old woman to do this for the rest of her life and her daughter's happiness in the future. To do this, she also wants to live happily.

After busying herself, Yan Po made another cup of tea for Song Jiang, said a few words about good and bad, and then turned around and went up to the second floor.

As soon as she went upstairs, she saw her daughter still half lying on the bed. She was furious, closed the door, rushed up, pulled Yan Poxi violently, and cursed: "You are wandering around with that little Zhang San, I have the right to do so."

Turn a blind eye, but from now on, we, mother and daughter, will have to live off this Song Yasi. Don't pretend to be a real person and be confused. Don't let this continue, or I will end it sooner or later.

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Yan Poxi was scolded fiercely by her mother, and she was also furious. She cursed: "That black-faced thing is neglecting me. Mother, I am only eighteen years old, and I am acting like a widow! At first, he followed me day and night.

I sleep with you, and I serve you with all my heart.”

Yan Po looked sad and said: "You, you, even if you act recklessly, you will cause disaster sooner or later."

"Disaster?" Yan Poxi stood up, closed the door, and said coldly, "Mother, please don't say goodbye. I've been out for the past two days and met a fortune teller. What do you think he said?"

"What scary words are you talking about again?" Yan Po was scolding, but her eyes were very worried, as if she wanted to know something.

Yan Poxi said with a half-smile but not a smile: "Mother, you think Song Jiang is a treasure, but the fortune teller said that within half a month, Song Yasi will be guilty of beheading. He also said to stay away from him, so as not to cause disaster."

"Are you serious?" Yan Po trembled with fright. He hurriedly pulled his daughter and walked towards the house. He said carefully, "What did you say, sir? Why do you say that?"

Yan Poxi smiled coldly and said: "I don't know either, but that gentleman said that there is a black light on the Song River, and there will be a bloody disaster in the near future. I have seen him being sneaky recently, by the way..."

Speaking of this, Yan Poxi was suddenly startled and stared at my mother in surprise.

The mother was so frightened by her daughter's eyes that she thought something big had happened, so she hurriedly asked: "My good daughter, don't scare me. This Song Yasi is now the celebrity of the county magistrate. How could anything happen?"

However, Yan Poxi lowered her voice and said: "Mother, my daughter didn't care at first. Mainly because she was frightened by the fortune teller's predictions in the past two days. Later I heard something mentioned by little Zhang San, which made my daughter even more worried."

"My good daughter, what other scary things have you heard? My old mother will be buried in a few years, so don't scare me." This old woman wanted to live a young and sweet life, but she couldn't bear to hear it.

Such horrific news.

This is what Yan Poxi wants. I always look forward to Song Jiang's black face, so why not take this opportunity to scare me?

Thinking of this, Yan Poxi said: "My mother, Zhang San saw Song Yasi chatting with a good man that day. The man didn't look like a good man. Zhang San suspected that Song Yasi was talking to some people.

People in the Jianghu are involved. They also say that the good man brought a package, and Zhang San suspected that it contained gold and silver, and he was afraid that he was here to share the stolen goods."

"Divide the spoils? Divide the spoils into something. Don't scare me." Yan Po was so frightened that she cried. For a moment, she was at a loss of control and lost all sense of proportion.

Seeing that the time was right, Yan Poxi said: "Mother, since the fortune teller said it so accurately, nine times out of ten, it is true. It is better to choose the day than to hit it. Since this black face is here today, it is better to get him drunk.
To be continued...