My Brother's Viper Widow

Yan Jilou received a letter three days ago. The letter said that his brother was killed by the charming and coquettish snake and scorpion sister-in-law, together with the adulterer. On the way back to my hometown for revenge, I heard "Wu Song Kills His Wife" being sung on the stage: "I'll cut your parents off with one knife. If you don't educate your adopted daughter, you will be ashamed." "I cut my brother with two knives. He married an unworthy wife and suffered miserably." "The crime of poisoning your husband is hard to get over, and the evidence of killing you with three swords is like a mountain." After listening to these three sentences, Yan Jilou couldn't help but feel his blood welling up and his veins brimming. The books and pens in his suitcase seemed to have turned into knives, clamoring to chop off the head of the adulterer and adulteress. Yan Jilou strode onto the road and headed northwest. ——————————————————————————- ————————————————————————— Pre-released article: "Fresh Duck (Rebirth)" In the third year of Rongjing's reign, the ceremony collapsed, and the rules of the aristocratic family were no longer as strict as before. Lu Shijia, the second son of the Lu family of the Gongqing family, had a deep love for his widowed cousin. Lu Shijia's light was shining brightly in the wind, like spring willow trees, and towering like a lonely mountain. Everyone wanted to know why such an amazingly talented and beautiful person kept his cousin, who was born in a merchant family and had an unspectacular appearance, at the forefront of his heart. Lu Shijia blushed and said, "I don't know." Xianyang doesn't know either - of course she wants to know more than anyone else. What she wanted to know most was why on the first day she got married, her husband Lu Shijia would rather spend the night in a nunnery outside the city than look at her, a noble girl. - "Everyone in the world praised them for breaking through the barriers of ethics and education. I should have applauded the lovers, but their horses galloped past and dust splashed all over my head and face." At this moment, Xianyang remembered in a trance that when she was fourteen years old, she and her sister had made an appointment to pick chrysanthemums on the eastern fence and ride their horses on the southern mountain. Nowadays, the peonies in Luoyang have bloomed and failed, and the horses have died in their stables. She finally understood that the gentleman she had glimpsed among the peonies that year had his own butterfly. Fortunately, she was reborn at the age of sixteen, and her butterfly was about to emerge from its cocoon. Note: The male lead will be changed Intention: Courage is the only hymn