The salty fish in Beijing, Jiang Zhiyu, has a lifelong dream of lying down. When Bai Lianhua's stepsister cried and complained that she didn't want to marry Fu Qing, the "living king of hell" from the frontier who could stop children from crying at night, her eyes lit up: Just let me go! Oh no, let her go! The stepsister pretended to be her, and she received a monthly beard-cutting allowance and lived happily.
A year later, the bad news of Fu Qing's "sacrifice" came, and his stepsister ran away overnight. For the huge pension that would allow her to live in peace for the rest of her life, Jiang Zhiyu was forced to play the role of a grief-stricken "widow" and travel thousands of miles to mourn.
Unexpectedly, at the entrance of the mourning hall, the "martyr" himself, who was 1.9 Meters tall, was looking at her coldly. Fu Qing is not dead! Looking at the delicate woman in front of him who cried so hard that he couldn't take two steps without breathing, and who was completely different from the "wife" in the letter who could carry pigs to the ground, Fu Qing frowned and decided to "inspect the goods" in person.
From then on, the whole military region saw that Fu Yanwang, who was not a womanizer, was so angry at his charming wife during the day that his temples jumped. At night, he had to hold him in his arms and coax him in a hoarse voice: "Good boy, spread your legs... I'll rub them for you. I'm tired from walking today." He was forcefully forced to be a good husband with twenty-four filial piety, while Xiao Xianyu held his salary card, touched his abdominal muscles, and lay down flatter.
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