Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

Wen's actions and Xuan's reactions made Gu Chunzhu completely abandon his delusions about them, such as that they could be safe and sound. Don't blame me for being ruthless.

Gu Chunzhu looked at himself in the mirror and revealed a sweet smile. "Mama Liu, go do a small thing for me later. ”

Mama Liu stood behind Gu Chunzhu and combed her hair. She accidentally saw Gu Chunzhu's smiling face from the mirror. My wife really smiles and can lean toward the city.

But three or two days later, the story outside changed, and this time in the East Palace, he was locked away in the Wen Shi family.

And she was obviously the central figure of the story, knowing that the news was indeed the last, or was drawn from the harsh accusations.

On this day, it has been a long time since I have seen Wen Shi's crucifixion come to her yard, and the colour is cold. Walking all the way, the women knelt down and bowed their heads deeply, fearing an accidental capture to exasperate anger.

“Smell it! You pack up and go to the Royal Temple tomorrow and pray for the royal family.” The Prince was probably disappointed too, no longer as angry as the last time, but simply left cold and clear.

“Prince! Prince!” Wen Shi was carrying a skirt and tried to catch up, screaming constantly, but Xuanxuan was still unheard of, his feet kept running, and his head never returned.

Hence, Wen Shi could only watch Xuanxuan gradually move away, completely losing his figure at a corner. She stood disillusioned in the corridor, without even a maid close to her, wolfless, helpless and pitiful.

What happened so many days ago, how could it be brought up again? Wen Shi had no idea about this.

“Princess, let's go back. It's cold. Don't freeze.” After a long time of sniffing, an old nurse chased him up so easily, watching the sniffing, holding her hand, and taking her back to the house.

Wen asked silently why, but no one heard or was able to answer.

When she looked back, she could only see the worried eyes of the old man, and she couldn't help but pull out a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just asking you to find out why the rumors are coming together. ”

The rumours originated in a tea house, and their script made up a new story, about your wife being dragged into the mountains, rescued, intimated with that person, and murdered her husband and stole his family property.

And by the way, the story is just a little bit similar to what happened to Wen Shi, which is that he was in the old forest of the mountains. But I couldn't resist deliberately guiding, and everyone's gossip, and Wen Shi was successfully embedded in this absurd story.

And what's different from the last rumor is that this time it's a folklore, and it's gradually spreading to the top. So there's more effort and lower limits. Perhaps the civilians below are just amusement, so the superiors laughed when they found out.

Therefore, both the sniffer and the prince's house have to pay attention, in order to eliminate the influence of the folk, let the sniffer “take the initiative” to go to the temple to cultivate and pray for the royal family.

At the end of the day, Wen Shi understood that he had been abandoned by both the Prince's house and the smeller. She laughed bitterly, paralyzed on a wooden chair, and laughed and wept.

The next day, before dawn, a low-key carriage sneaked out the side door of the palace and rushed straight to the Royal Temple.

But unforeseen things in the house of the sniffer and prince, even though the sniffer was sent away, folk rumours were just as intense, and even more true and certain because the sniffer was sent to the temple.

At the corner of the teahouse, while kowtowing to the melon seeds, the two people who listened to Mr. Book's story on stage tastefully, did not know what the scene was heard and suddenly discussed.

“Did you hear that? That...” The talker gave a deep look, with a thumb in his hand, "That wife, she's a slut, and she's having an affair with those bald donkeys in the temple. I thought I was lost in the deep mountains, tainted by bandits, just sent to the temple. Then I went to the temple to find out, she, she was totally with the bald donkey! ”

The people next to her looked at the story with such nose and eyes, and the person who spoke was quite confident, and they all came together, and there was a enthusiastic look of gossip in her eyes, "According to you, she's not happy right now. ”

The person who talks, looking at so many people looking at themselves, gets his chest up, "That's nature. ”

“So how did you find out about this?” Someone asked.

“It is said that one day someone came to visit her and heard that voice outside her house.” The person who spoke spoke spoke picked an eyebrow, revealed a dirty look that you know I know, saw everyone else understand the smile of the place before continuing to say, "So I looked closely and found out. ”

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

So, one by one, one by one, add a little something new, and Wen's reputation is totally ruined.

The gossip outside, the terrible wind and bitter rain in the Prince's house had nothing to do with the General's office. Gu Chunzhu welcomed the “guest” - Wei Zhixing - who had come early to worship the year.

Wei Zhixing was the first to come to the door, because there are so many things in his family, it is not necessarily possible to take time out of the General's office for the new year. Even if there is, he can't enjoy himself, so he can come early and have a good chat with Gu Chunzhu, especially Ann.

“Happy New Year! Wish you a happy, radiant and increasingly beautiful new year.” Wei Zhihang arched his hand towards Gu Chunzhu and asked him to follow the book behind him to present the gift.

Gu Chunzhu resigned several times before accepting Wei Zhixiang's gift. Wei Zhixiang walked up to the front with a smile and showed his closeness to Gu Chunzhu. "You are just like my mother. How can you not give gifts for the New Year's Eve? Take it apart and see if you like it. ”

“How could I dislike your heart?” Gu Chunzhu took the gift and opened it personally in the eyes that Wei Zhixing looked forward to.

What Wei Zhixiang sent was actually a wooden carving. It didn't look very sophisticated, but Gu Chunzhu knew as soon as he guessed that it was carved by Wei Zhixiang himself. She picked it up and looked at it in detail in the light to determine that it should be the image of the sculpture. Although not 100% restored, at least it didn't destroy its beauty.

“You're amazing. Wood carvings can do that.” Gu Chunzhu was not stingy with his praise, and vigorously exaggerated Wei Zhixiang.

Wei Zhixiang shyly scratched his head, but said a narcissistic word in his mouth, “I feel terrific too, haha! ”