She Doesn’t Want the Face-Blind Husband

After seeing off the butler of the Gu family who had met once, Mo Qiqi stood in front of the only desk in Mo Qi's room, and began to eagerly examine the return gift sent by brother Xi.

There are four small silver barley seeds with peanut ruyi, which can be hung up to look good, or spent as flowers. There are two neat pieces of cloth in peach pink and tender willow green, and they are for girls at first glance.

She draped it on her body and made gestures. While regretting that there was no bronze mirror in the room, she thought sweetly, did brother Xi think she looked better in these two colors, and what kind of dress she wanted to cut should be taken to a tailor shop and asked by a special person To make clothes?

Mo Qi looked at his younger sister as happy as a butterfly with a smile, and echoed: "We still have a lot of silver taels brought from our hometown. Although Qiniang uses a shop to embroider mothers, it must be more in line with the fashion of the capital."

After finishing speaking, he thought of the reply from his brother-in-law with the gift, which was probably also a polite greeting for the New Year like him. He opened it casually and glanced at it, and murmured that he would invite you to the door on the seventh day of the new year.

Seeing the back, he couldn't believe it, and read it carefully from beginning to end, feeling as if someone had slapped him in the face, it was hot.

He coughed out of breath for a long while, then he waved away his younger sister who was patting him on the back, stared at the girl out of breath and asked, "You, you still gave shoes to Brother Yi?"

Mo Qiqi pouted, covered the back of her hand that was hit by her brother and blew lightly. Hearing this, she felt a little guilty, and didn't dare to complain about the redness of the back of her hand, so she let out a soft "hmm". Immediately after thinking of something, he tentatively asked, "Did Brother Xi say that in the post? Does he like it?"

"Shameless!" Mo Qi got the strength he didn't know, he leaned up forcefully, reached Mo Qiqi who was sitting beside his bed, and slapped the girl **** the shoulder.

Mo Qiqi quickly filled her eyes with tears, dripping down. She covered her shoulder with one hand and trembled slightly. Although her brother had been ill for a long time and the beating was not painful, she couldn't stand the scolding.

Mo Qi was heartbroken: "Have I not explained clearly enough to you? He, Gu Ningxi, doesn't have that kind of thought, so are you going to catch up? As long as I live for a day, you won't even think about it! I can't have a younger sister who is a concubine!"

Mo Qiqi couldn't help but talk back coquettishly: "Brother Xi looks at me, only I understand. Brother, can't you help us?"

Mo Qi gasped and coughed again after saying "you", a mouthful of phlegm came up and stuck in his throat, Mo Qiqi stomped his feet and moved closer to pat his breath, rolling around with grievances in his stomach.

He managed to spit it out into the basin, took a long breath, but heard a sharp scream from Mo Qiqi, he took advantage of the situation and saw that this time it was a mouthful of thick blood clots, brownish red almost black, which meant ominously.

**

The old custom is that from childhood to the second day of junior high school, married aunts cannot go back to their natal home. Tao Xinqiang grabbed her sister's sleeve and begged her to go back with her to see her father, but to no avail.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Gu Ningxi sent his wife, sister and paintings back to the Tao Mansion, and was finally able to be alone with his wife.

But the atmosphere was obviously not right, so he had no choice but to resort to all sorts of coaxing tricks, make a small fuss, and finally said that he would not go to Mo's house again, so as not to cause misunderstandings, and only then did he get a smile from his wife.

"Are you willing? That's the only woman in the world whose face you can see clearly." Tao Xinhe was dismantling the hairpin in front of the bronze mirror. Gu Ningxi waved the maid back and stood behind her to help. It's already New Year's Eve, and tomorrow is the new year.

Gu Ningxi thought for a while, then pointed to the Luantai mirror with a bit of patina and rust on the edge, and said, "Speaking seriously, Qiniang's face naturally surprises me. However, looking at people is like a mirror, she is a brand new bronze mirror with all the finesse. mirror, although the others are polished and not so clear, why can't they be used?"

Tao Xinhe patted the table with her hands, withdrew her smile, frowned and said, "Gu Ningxi! I used to say that she has a tiled face, but now she says it's a worn mirror. In short, the newcomer is very good, right?"

Gu Ningxi embraced her lovely wife from behind, buried her head on the side of her neck, took a deep breath of the fragrance of the sinking water, ground her teeth, and said in a breathy voice: "Lady, listen to me. I mean, I don't mean it at all. What is the relationship with women other than you. Qiniang sent shoes inappropriately, after all, I was misled by my previous indiscretion. After the seventh day treat, I will not see this girl again, so my attitude is clear. Let's talk about it after the situation has passed. "

The man's hot breath made Tao Xinhe itch, and his voice softened: "Really?"

Gu Ningxi immediately bit her tender white earlobe, and gently squeezed her teeth together slowly, silently speaking.

The beautiful woman's body was crisp and soft, and even the slightest groans were eaten into another person's belly. After that, the red silk warm tent covered the clouds and rain in Wushan, and the harmony of water and milk just effected the strong love of mandarin ducks.

**

On the first day of the first lunar month of the third year of Yongsheng, the sky was sunny, and there was the sulfur aftertaste of firecrackers in red clothes and the aroma of fried fish and boiled meat in the air, which is called the taste of the New Year.

Everyone put on decent new clothes, with big smiles on their faces, congratulations first when they meet, and no bad words easily, hoping for a good omen.

Gu Ningxi and Tao Xinhe got up early in the morning, both drank strong tea and smiled at each other.

Tao Xinhe looked at the delicate neck in the mirror, she was originally as white as jade, but now it was full of red flowers.

She bit her lip and said that her husband is promiscuous, put down the round-neck jacket she had prepared, and found out the undergarment with a high collar and put it on. It was still the same ginger-yellow flowered butterfly material.

Gu Ningxi may be the only one who can wear a serious dark blue quilted gown with a romantic and suave look. He waited for the lady to dress up, and went to the old Gu's mansion hand in hand.

**

It was Tao Xinhe who whispered in her husband's ear one by one: "The third uncle is walking from a distance."

"The person in the bright blue robe behind him is the second uncle."

"It is the third aunt who is about to jump over and grab your hand to greet you."

"Looking at you and me, um, the one in the red long dress is my sister-in-law, holding his seven-year-old son-in-law in her arms." Wait.

The living world is full of people wishing each other a happy new year, and after having refreshments, it is time to worship the ancestors and pray.

A group of men from the Gu family walked into the ancestral hall of the Gu family one after another, and the female relatives sat around in the main room of Mrs. Gu's courtyard, joking and chatting.

Mrs. Gu's new favorite today is Gu Runing. She grabs this granddaughter who has never seen her before, and praises her for being married. This makes Gu Runing very uncomfortable, and frequently looks to her mother and Xi's sister-in-law Tao Xinhe for help.

But when she heard that Tao Xinhe was going to contact Ji Changbo's mansion on behalf of the woman, Mrs. Gu shook Gu Runing's hand, pointed at Second Aunt Gu's nose, and complained unceremoniously that she had entrusted her to no one. Among the elders is Aunt Gu, and the eldest brother and daughter-in-law of the same generation are justifiable. It is very frustrating to find someone who lost his mother before marriage to host.

Tao Xinhe answered the words neither soft nor hard, if grandma can find someone who is more familiar with the process of welcoming a daughter-in-law and marrying a daughter in a third-rank official family than she is, it will not be too late to be picky. Furthermore, Gu Runing's parents are still alive, so it is logical that it is not the grandmother's turn to criticize their marriage, but it would be a different matter if the grandfather was alive.

The female voice was crisp and sweet, and the words were respectful, but the implication made Mrs. Gu choke and scold her grandson-in-law for being unfilial.

Tao Xinhe knelt down to plead guilty to the elders according to the rules, with her shoulders straight and her head bowed, she only asked the old man not to get angry, and he would not let go of the matter of presiding over Gu Runing's marriage.

Second Aunt Gu was very grateful, she was the last person who didn't want the old Gu's mansion to interfere with her own daughter's marriage, so she bit the bullet and pleaded with her mother-in-law who had always been afraid.

Third Aunt Gu acted accordingly, thinking that her husband and son were planning to **** Gu Ningxi in the ancestral hall, so here she might as well sell it to his wife, slap a sweet date, and come to smooth things over.

As soon as Tao Xinhe stood up, she heard someone report that Gu Ningxi had a quarrel with her third uncle and elder brother at the gate of the ancestral hall. She was angered by Mrs. Gu again and told her to kneel down.