Since Cui Zhiying went to the south of the Yangtze River to study again and stayed with the Cui family for a while, Xie Shumo could no longer survive as a widow. Sure enough, a month later, Cui Zhiying returned to Beijing by boat, accompanied by Xie Shumen and her daughter who was under one year old.
Cui Zhiying came from a century-old family, with jade and metal features, and was dignified and domineering. Her father was a high-ranking civil servant, and her mother was a princess whom the Queen Mother loved.
Since primary school, he has studied classics and history, calligraphy and poetry, and the Six Arts of the Gentleman. He has observed court rituals, and small love affairs have never been within the scope of his pursuit.
But as soon as he saw Xie Shumen's face, he had the idea that this clan sister-in-law should always be by his side. She is just a widow who lives in a neglected family and is having a hard time. If he wants, someone from his tribe will come to his door.
Xie Shuming lost her mother when she was young, and it was rare to find a good man to save her from the fire and water. Unexpectedly, the building collapsed, and Xie Shumen had to take a desperate risk. After that incident, she thought she would be a quiet widow for the rest of her life.
But Xie Zhiying came to visit him for the second time, and this time she couldn't escape.
After Xie Shumen remarried him, Cui Zhiying was very satisfied. Xie Shumen was like his favorite painting hanging in front of his desk, as long as he could see it when he raised his eyes. He didn't care what Xie Shumen thought.
But gradually, as Xie Shumen and he respected each other as guests, Xie Shumen was always indifferent in front of him. He felt inexplicably annoyed in his heart, and the sparks became bigger and bigger, enough to start a prairie fire.
Small theater:
Xie Shumin was standing on the porch feeding the birds, a strand of black silk hanging down his snowy neck. Although he didn't apply pink and white, it reflected the spring scenery in half of the courtyard.
Cui Zhiying casually held her waist from behind.
"Xie Shumen, what do you want?"
Xie Shumin lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Xie Shumen, since you married me, you will only be the Cui Xie family in this life."
She smiled lightly and said to herself, "Cui Zhiying, I used to be the Cui Xie family."
I originally thought that my wife was timid and superficial, with a helpless heart like a rock.
I was originally going to remain a widow for the rest of my life, but he personally dragged me back to the world of mortals.
Cool and transparent, a common beauty VS a rebellious nobleman from an aristocratic family
Shuang Jie, marry by force and plunder, marry first and love later.
The heroine's palace is not low.
Intention: Misfortune lies on the back of blessing, and blessing lies on the misfortune.
