The cannon fodder original wife's bad story

Chapter 47

Song Guanzhou had no such experience.

She is an only child in modern society. Back in ancient times, the original cannon fodder and the original wife were also almost an only child, doted on by her adoptive brother and precious parents, so she felt it was strange when she came to the Pei family.

She could watch, but she couldn't empathize.

Pei An turned over and faced away from Song Guanzhou. All he had in his mind was what his father had said. Aunt Fang's suicide was actually related to his third brother. He couldn't help but shake his head.

This is just an inner house backyard, and the truth is shrouded in mystery.

Not to mention that in the future in the officialdom, his father's words were full of hopelessness, and he was inevitably affected. He was in a bad mood, and he originally hoped that his wife, who had just reconciled, could comfort him with sweet words, at least to ease his mood.

But who would have thought that when Song Guanzhou talked so brazenly about the happy things at home, her mother became the target of her words.

This makes me even more depressed.

When I turned my back to Song Guanzhou, if it were the past, a soft and boneless hand would definitely climb onto my waist in a short while...

——Dude, you think too much!

Song Guanzhou didn't think much about it at all. Instead, he turned over, pulled the quilt over himself, rolled up like a silkworm cocoon, and fell asleep while hugging the soft pillow.

She was happy when Xiao suffered a setback.

Pei An lost half of his quilt, and there was no woman coming to comfort him. After waiting for a long time, there was no sound or movement. Looking back, he was almost amused. With the weak candlelight outside the bunk bed, he only saw Song Guanzhou sleeping soundly with his arms around a pillow.

"Watching the boat?"

Pei An turned into an annoying person, disturbing people's sweet dreams with every word he said about the boat and his wife.

"Miss!"

On the same bed, there was a young couple, and Pei An attacked them. Song Guanzhou had no choice but to open his eyes and angrily said, "Doesn't it hurt?"

She spent the whole day catching up on sleep and drinking in the second room, and her body felt almost broken.

Pei An clung to her slender waist, buried his head and smiled bitterly, "I'm not afraid to tell you, my lady, I almost fell off the horse earlier, my legs were shaking non-stop, it was all my lady's fault."

"Oh! You're still acting so ungrateful after getting the advantage. If that's the case, let's rest for tonight."

Song Guanzhou made the final decision, but the young man was full of energy and his lips and tongue invaded him, "Actually, just try it, it might be okay once." Seeing that he was about to enter the house to smell the flowers, Song Guanzhou stopped him, "Take a break, I can't stand it, and I'm not interested."

—— Pei An was stunned, "What's the interest in this?"

Song Guanzhou was shocked when he heard this. Is he a straight man or a bastard?

Then he pushed her away and said, "You really don't understand romance. This is something that we both wanted to do, and we should be happy together. You are so selfish, you only think about yourself."

After saying that, he rolled up all the quilts and wrapped himself tightly.

Pei An didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "My wife really has a bad temper."

After coaxing her for a while, he couldn't relax. Thinking about the shift tomorrow, he had to call Honeysuckle over and cover her with a warm quilt. The couple huddled together and got along well.

At five o'clock the next morning, Pei An had already stood up. His hands and feet were heavy and bumped against the legs of the tables and chairs, causing some noise. Song Guanzhou snorted, "Silang, don't bother me."

The woman sleeping in such an unrestrained posture would be hard to look at if her face wasn't like a painting.

But Pei An just glanced inside, dressed neatly and ready to go out, then returned to the bunk bed, hugged the woman with her eyes closed, and kissed her hard.

Song Guanzhou suddenly opened his eyes and fought back.

As the two of them moaned, Song Guanzhou chuckled, "If you don't let go, I won't let you leave today." After saying that, she acted like a female hooligan and reached out to untie Pei An's belt.

Pei An laughed quietly and kissed her face hard several times.

"I am so happy. Now I have really become a fox spirit in the back mountain. I am quite capable. You should rest and gather your strength today. I will come back later to show you what I can do."

After that, he stood up and left.

Only a gust of wind was left, and Song Guanzhou complained in his heart, "I am afraid of you? !

However, this day was not peaceful after all. Song Guanzhou thought about it and called Rendong to come over, "This aunt is gone, I will go to visit her, what should I pay attention to?" She and the former cannon fodder and the original wife had no experience, but Rendong was also in trouble.

"If Aunt Fang had a child, it would be reasonable for you to go and visit her, but she has no children and she is still young, so I am afraid it would be a nuisance to you."

Although he was a big fan of metaphysics after traveling into the book, Song Guanzhou believed in science most of the time. This included the nightmares he had suffered in the past few days, which he probably suffered from day and night worries, the influence of the plot, and psychological effects.

Look——

Song Guanzhou, who received modern compulsory education and higher education, is very good at convincing himself that there are no ghosts in this world.

"I'm not afraid of any conflict. If there's nothing inappropriate, I'll go burn some incense for her."

Honeysuckle sighed, "Then I will go with you, Madam. To be honest, I am a little reluctant. Madam Fang came to the master, thinking that she would have a stable life as a concubine. Who would have thought that she would be worse off than when she was a servant."

He asked Zhuanggu and Mengsao, daughters-in-law who had experienced a funeral, to prepare some incense, candles, and paper money for the funeral, while he sneaked out and found someone to inquire about the situation.

He turned around and said to Song Guanzhou, "The Crown Prince's wife has arranged for Aunt Chu and Uncle Hai to take charge of this matter. I asked for a general idea and they said that he would be sent to the poplar forest outside the capital. The funeral will be held tomorrow, so it's okay to go and burn incense today."

"Who will go to see off the funeral?"

Ren Dong paused for a moment, "The masters will not go to see them off. Madam Fang is usually kind and gentle, and she is friendly with others. I am afraid that the servants will do more to see them off."

After dinner, Song Guanzhou changed into a plain shirt, took off his gold hairpin, and only wore a jade hairpin.

Taking Rendong and Zhuanggu with them, carrying half a basket of paper, incense and candles, he walked towards Zhengxian Pavilion.

When he met Aunt Chu on the way, the old man wanted to dodge, but he felt that he would lose his confidence if he did so, so he stepped forward and greeted Song Guanzhou, "Young Madam, are you going to visit Aunt Fang?"

Asking knowingly.

Song Guanzhou didn't look kind to her either, and asked, "Is the second sister-in-law in Zhengxian Pavilion?"

Aunt Chu cursed fiercely in her heart, saying that vixen was the one who deserved to be the wife of the Crown Prince in the funeral hall, but she did not dare to say anything rash, "Brother Huan has been frightened these past two days, and Madam is worried about him, so she can only stay by his side and come to visit him from time to time."

"Where's father?"

Ancient people really paid attention to strict class distinctions. A concubine was half a slave and was totally not worth it.

Entering the Zhengxian Pavilion, the main room remained unchanged, but a mourning hall was built in the side room, with paper walls, and a pair of monks were invited to chant and sing around the coffin. When Song Guanzhou stepped into the mourning hall, besides the paper servants, there was only a little girl kneeling there.

When she saw the person coming, she looked up dejectedly. When she saw it was Song Guanzhou, tears started to flow down her face.

She kowtowed to Song Guanzhou and said, "Thank you, Madam Fourth Young Master, for coming to see me off." The girl was about eleven or twelve years old, with a childish face. She was kneeling there in mourning clothes, and she was almost invisible because she didn't make a sound.