—The leisurely daily life of an ancient lady in the back house
- Banquets with relatives, putting on eyebrows and makeup, drinking tea and wine, admiring plum blossoms during the winter... Various festivals, visiting relatives and inviting drinks, lingering on the ears and temples in daily life
Jiang Zhiyu is the cannon fodder wife in an ancient novel about concubines and stepmothers.
As cannon fodder, she will go offline after giving birth, and then become a stepping stone, allowing the real heroine with a low family background to marry in smoothly, and using her delicate and beautiful but useless body and squeamish personality to give the heroine various contrasts, so that the heroine can successfully gain a foothold in the prince's palace. However, now the cannon fodder female supporting role has awakened...
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The rain was hitting the banana trees, and the sound of rain came through the thin green screen window. In the house, Jiang Zhiyu, the second mistress of Prince Cheng's Mansion, suddenly woke up from the couch.
She had a dream just now. In the dream, she was married to the first wife of the second master of Prince Yong's palace because of her beauty. However, she was extremely squeamish, fussy and unable to take care of the house. She always complained to the second master in tears... There were countless things that could not be described, so no one was sad when she died...
Jiang Zhiyu thought of the dream just now... No one was sad for her. She was extremely sad, her eyes were red, and she threw herself on the soft bed and choked down and cried softly.
On New Year's Eve, she walked hand in hand with other girls on the Three Bridges. After New Year's Day, relatives feasted and celebrated, chatting and laughing; during Qingming Festival, everyone wore the same clothes and bought willows to insert willows and put paper kites together;
Also, the story of her playing the harp and flute with her husband, and grinding her eyebrows, are they all fake? Thinking about what happened recently, Jiang Juyu started to cry again.
The cries gradually became silent after half a quarter of an hour. Jiang Zhiyu wiped his tears with a handkerchief and straightened his hair. Huh, she won't die anyway, she is living a very easy life now - a charming appearance, endless money, a handsome, ascetic and loving husband, a high-ranking but careless mother-in-law, a kind and loving ancestor... She is not going to die! It's all hers!
The stunning, soft but independent heroine VS the abstinent noble son
Intention: Appreciate flowers and clouds, love life, cherish every day
