Travel through time and become the wronged stepmother

"Yes, slave, go right away." The little maid who was named said with a slightly trembling voice.

In a gorgeously decorated courtyard, there is a girl with pretty appearance and petite body, wearing a pink butterfly dress and a gold-encrusted jade headband.

She was leaning on the imperial concubine's chair, eating a pomelo, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were particularly beautiful.

Just by taking one look at it, you will be addicted to it.

"Aunt Yun, I'm so happy! I'm going to stay at your place tonight, so hurry up and freshen up."

Yunxiang's gentle and pretty face immediately filled with joy as she looked at the old woman standing beside her.

"Mom Gui, why don't you reward me soon?"

The little maid who was frightened by Zhen Huairen just now left with her bulging purse.

"Mom Gui! You all go down first, I'll just dress up myself."

Yunxiang wiped off the water drops hanging on her body and gave instructions to the servants on the side. Her voice was as sweet as a lark coming out of the valley.

"Yes!" The four or five maids and women retreated after hearing the order.

Yunxiang tiptoed to the door and made sure there was no one inside or outside the house.

Then he came to the bedside and took out a small oil paper bag from an inconspicuous gap.

He came to the dressing table and opened the oil paper bag in front of the bronze mirror. It contained an unknown powder.

Take out a little bit of white powder from Yun Xiang, sprinkle it into the rouge gouache and stir evenly.

Pick up the brush and eyebrow pencil nearby and draw a delicate makeup look in front of the bronze mirror.

Yunxiang looked at her unfamiliar self in the bronze mirror, stunned.

Those eyes were full of ruthlessness and determination, "Father, mother, Xiaobao, wait for me, I will definitely kill this beast to avenge you soon."

"And Brother Brush, after I finish my revenge, I will go find you and get married, okay?"

When Yun Xiang thought of this, her face immediately showed a touch of irresistible tenderness, and her eyes were filled with hope.

It was as if what was in front of her was not a bronze mirror, but the lover she had longed for day and night.

The door opened with a "squeak" sound, and Zhen Huairen with a sinister face came in from the door.

Yunxiang's fantasy was broken, and she came back to her senses.

Putting on an overjoyed look, she wormed her way into Zhen Huairen's arms with a smile as bright as a flower.

"Master, why did you come here? Yun'er misses you so much."

Yunxiang pouted slightly, clenched a pink fist and beat Zhen Huairen's chest lightly.

Then he put his hands on Zhen Huairen's shoulders, gently raised his toes and gave him a peck on the lips.

As if she was too shy, Yunxiang's little face turned as red as a persimmon on the mountain.

Embarrassed, he buried his head in Zhen Huairen's arms and refused to come out.

Yunxiang's cute little birdlike look when she was acting coquettishly aroused the evil fire in Zhen Huairen's lower abdomen, and he couldn't hold it in any longer.

He pulled Yunxiang out of his arms and held her delicate little face.

Facing the bright red lips, he put his ugly face close to Yunxiang.

Zhen Huairen domineeringly pried open Yunxiang's shell teeth, claiming her unique sweetness.

His hands were not idle either, tearing Yunxiang's clothes randomly.

In order to implement her plan smoothly, Yunxiang tried her best to cater to Zhen Huairen's movements and made soft sounds at the right time.

Zhen Huairen looked at the obedient and lovely Yun Xiang in his arms, and the intensity of the kiss increased uncontrollably.

Yunxiang's face turned red when she was kissed and she was out of breath. Then she let go of her hands that were restraining her, and her lips reluctantly left Yunxiang's bright red lips.

Yunxiang was able to breathe and fell weakly into Zhen Huairen's arms.

Only then did she realize that there was nothing else on her body except the red mandarin duck bellyband that fitted her closely.

He put his hands in front of his chest in a panic, making a useless shield.

His expression was like that of a frightened rabbit, with his head lowered in shyness.

"Hey! Master, you are so bad, you know how to tease others."

Although the sound sounded like a mosquito or fly, it was also numb to the bones.

Like a kitten's paw, it teased Zhen Huairen's heart.

"Yun'er, the new materials from Bashu are pretty good. I'll have the maid deliver them all to you tomorrow."

"I wonder how many lifetimes Yun'er has earned this blessing? To be so loved by my husband, I really don't know how to repay her."

Yunxiang's eyes turned red instantly, and she threw herself into Zhen Huairen's arms and refused to come out.

The warm and fragrant nephrite is in my arms, and the faint body fragrance is constantly introduced into my nose.

Something stirred something inside Zhen Huairen, and he could no longer control his desire.

Daheng picked up Yunxiang and put her roughly into the tent, while Hou hurriedly took off his clothes.

"Master! No."

Before Yun Xiang finished speaking, a piece of bright red cloth fell out of the tent, just in time to extinguish the burning candle in the room.

"Yun'er, this is not the first time that you are so shy. Come and let me touch you."

The room was dark, with only the creaking of the bed and the unbearable moans, which highlighted the brutality of the battle.

The next morning in Lijiazhuang, an explosive news happened.

Ning Zirui's mother appeared in the village in good condition, as if nothing had happened.

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The gears of time always turn very fast, and it’s already mid-March in the blink of an eye.

On a sunny morning, Jiang Luorou was with Mo Niang.

Chatting in the sun at the stone table in the middle of the yard.

With a "squeak", the door of Jiang Luorou's house was opened.

Ning Ziqing and his siblings quickly ran into the main room, picked up the teacup on the table and drank the tea inside.

After they drank enough, they wiped the water stains on their faces with handkerchiefs and then came to Jiang Luorou.

Ning Ziqing pulled Jiang Luorou's sleeve and happily shared what she had discovered.

"Mother, mother, the big locust tree at the end of the village is full of flowers. They are so white and fragrant. Can we eat them too?"

"I really miss the steamed vegetables made by grandma! Then pick some and eat them back."

Jiang Luorou gently brushed Ning Ziqing's broken hair to her ears and kissed her on the face.

"This is very delicious. Let's go pick some and eat them back."

Without exception, these children are all a group of foodies. If you hear something delicious, you can't miss it.

Before Jiang Luorou had time to get up, several children dispersed to look for suitable tools.

Ziqing and Cuizhu went to the kitchen and rummaged around for a while before finding two large baskets.

One person carried one on his elbow and staggered towards Jiang Luorou.

"Mother, aunt, we two can do it!" Ziqing and Cuizhu blinked Kazilan's big eyes, looking forward to her praise.

"Ah! Our Ziqing and Cuizhu are so powerful, they can both help me with my work!"

At this time, Zicheng and Zimo also worked together to carry a long hook and sickle, and walked towards Jiang Luorou with a swaying step.

"Mom, aren't we also very powerful?" Zicheng and the others said not to be outdone.

The palms and backs of her hands were full of flesh. Naturally, Jiang Luorou couldn't praise only her daughter but not her son.

Jiang Luorou could only laugh and laugh, "You are all the most powerful children."

A group of children gathered around Jiang Luorou and urged, "Aunt and mother have prepared everything. Let's go to the village to pick locust flowers!"