The night has quietly come, and the old locust trees in the yard drag their lonely figures to stare at the ancient house. The moon has disappeared, the night sky is as dark as ink, and the drizzle is drizzling coldly. This is an eager night to go home.

The curtain in the room hummed a little song and gently patted her sleeping daughter in her arms. She listened to the movements in the yard from time to time. Her husband went out early in the morning and has not returned yet, which really made him feel a little relieved. Although she had not experienced the assassination in Yangzhou, when she saw the iron cloak sewn by Li Jingyan, she still made her frightened. The sharp long sword had pierced the armor and cut a big hole in the heart protection mirror on her back, and it was only half an inch away to stab the flesh.

She looked back at the pot on the table. It was already two hours. At this time, her husband had already had dinner and made fun of her daughter. Even if she couldn't come back for social engagements, she would send someone to come back and say hello first, but now there is no news.

‘Would he be angry if he drove him to sleep outside?’

Lian'er sighed slightly in her heart. She knew that her husband would definitely be dissatisfied. She had become a little cold to him these days. The main reason was that Li Jingyan came in. Although she could accept Li Jingyan in her heart, during these days when Li Qing was not in Chang'an, the marriage of the two Li Li had become the biggest condiment for Chang'an citizens. The dignified Princess of the Tang Dynasty actually leaned under a small city woman. Almost everyone was accusing this ignorant woman. The strong social pressure and humble background made Lian'er lose her smile. She felt that she really occupied the nest and did not regret marrying Li Qing. But who would have thought that a small shopkeeper in an ice drink shop would become the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue in the Tang Dynasty in just a few years.

Time passed little by little, and the time had reached the third hour of Hai, and my husband was still missing. Lian'er's heart gradually began to become anxious.

She called her husband in, handed her sleeping daughter to her, and put a piece of clothing on her own and waited outside the mansion.

But as soon as she was at the door, she heard a slight sound of horse hooves outside, followed by the creaking sound of the wheels stopping, and then heard Wu Xingsu's low advice, "Slow down! Slow down!"

Lianran was startled and walked quickly to the door. Two personal soldiers were holding their husbands left and right. When they looked at Li Qing, he was drunk, staggering, and smiling with his eyes slanted, muttering a few words from time to time, not knowing what he was saying.

Seeing the wife come out, Wu Xingsu quickly explained: "The governor was drunk like this after drinking only one pot of wine, and we didn't expect it."

"It's not your fault, it may be that he is in a bad mood." Lian'er helped her husband and comforted her personal soldiers. In her impression, Li Qing was drunk, and it seemed that he was only drunk by Wang Bingge in Yibin County.

Li Qing leaned against his wife's petite body. He seemed to know that it was his wife who was holding him. He apologized repeatedly, pressing almost all the weight on her. His mind had completely relaxed and he entered a half-sleep state. When the curtain struggled to help her husband into the inner room, he fell to the bed and lost consciousness.

Yan'er looked at her husband who was sleeping with a deep head, touched his stubble face lovingly, shook his head with a smile, removed his shoes and socks, wiped his face and hands and feet with hot water, and then covered his quilt on him. Yan'er carried his daughter to her side. At this time, her left head was her husband who was within reach, and her right head was her daughter whose illness had improved and she was sleeping sweetly. Yan'er's heart hanging in the air finally calmed down. She gently stretched out her arms and hugged them both, murmured and said in a low voice: "Sleep! My two big pigs and pigs."

At the same time when the curtain was looking forward to her husband's return home, at the other end of Chang'an, another man sat alone on the back door steps of his home, holding half of the warm jasper in his hand, staring at it, tears kept flowing down, and the drizzle in the sky drizzled him like a chicken, trembling all over, like a homeless beggar.

He was the minister of Dali Temple in the Tang Empire. Cui Qiao, a third-rank senior official, was not homeless at this moment, but he did not want to return to the home full of violence that suffocated him.

For a man, the importance of marriage is self-evident. Although the essence of marriage lies in the same match, it is not exactly the case. A match is more like a pair of shoes. It is trendy and glamorous, which can attract the attention of many people and attract the admiration of outsiders. A man of talent and beautiful women, and a beautiful beauty of nature. But only he himself knows whether this pair is comfortable or not. The comfort of shoes is actually a woman's personality. Marrying a gentle and considerate wife will be his life's luck. On the contrary, if he marrys a rough and arrogant woman, his life will be full of regret and helplessness.

Cui Qiao is the best footnote. He is a proud son of a noble family and a Jinshi. His wife is a royal princess with a noble status. The combination of the two is the style of the shoes. It is so happy that his career has been greatly helped, and he has been promoted all the way, but in fact his life has been ruined in this seemingly happy marriage.

This evening, he finally plucked up the courage to reveal to his wife the recent situation of the abandoned baby 18 years ago. He longed to get his wife's understanding. Even if it was just this time, he was satisfied. However, the family storm followed, and there is no need to repeat the violence. His wife's yaksha-like face will always stay in his dream for the rest of his life. After a storm-like beating, he, the dignified third-rank official, was driven out of the house like a dog.

He was penniless and could not take this face to sleep in the house of his colleagues or relatives and friends. He had to sit on the steps and wait for the queen of his home to let him enter the door. Eighteen years ago, he retreated under his wife's tyranny and watched the woman he loved died in poverty and illness. Now she left her only flesh and blood and was wronged. Everyone accused her of being humble and humble, but she was her own daughter, and she had the responsibility to stand up and call the world. She has the blood of the Boling Cui family and cannot even put her on the hat of an illegitimate daughter. This requires the cooperation of her wife, at least she needs to remain silent.

At this moment, as long as he can recognize the reign of the reign of the Qing'er, no matter how much grievance he suffers or how much shame he encounters, he will admit it.

As the night became deeper and deeper, there was no one on the street. Cui Qiao's legs were wet and trembling with cold. No one in the mansion dared to open the door and let him in. He also knew that the lights in the bedroom had already been turned off, and his wife fell asleep like a sow, not paying attention to his pain at all.

He walked along the streets, dejectedly, against the walls, walking very slowly, always taking the same steps, and the heels of the clogs knocked on the street stones and clattered. He was walking in a circle. After a while, he returned to his original place, looking at the closed dark gate, and sighed and continued to repeat the same route. He seemed like a pendulum, completely immersed in this mechanical movement.

The sky finally broke out, and a dark dawn came. The ground was muddy and looked very desolate. In the mansion, Mrs. Cui lay on the wide bed and stretched her waist long, then patted her open mouth with her fat white hands, yawned deeply, rubbed her swollen thin fish eyes, and woke up.

She slept uneasy at night and always dreamed constantly. The dream was very broken. She stuffed the handsome young man's head into her skirt when she was young; the luxurious show when her daughter got married made all relatives and friends full of envy; and her son who was reluctant to transfer to Beijing for a long time was a depressing dream.

Mrs. Cui touched the side, but she felt free. Then she remembered that her husband was driven out of the mansion by herself last night. 'It's worth it to let him suffer. Who told him to carry her on her back to raise a woman?' Mrs. Cui felt that she was the victim and her heart was full of grievances.

She closed her eyes, and her husband's words last night were still echoing in her mind: 'Do you still remember the baby that was thrown away eighteen years ago? She is the wife of Li Qing, the current Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.'

‘Old killing talent! He had hidden himself for so long, and his biological daughter had just married a sixth-rank official. His illegitimate daughter was already a third-rank imperial decree!’ Mrs. Cui couldn't help but grit her teeth. This was too unfair.

‘Hmph! I still want to recognize her as the clan and make myself believe that she is born. What are the benefits?’ Thinking of the word ‘benefit’, Mrs. Cui’s mind began to become active. She was originally a momentary aura. After a night of spring dreams, she was angry and began to regain her true nature. She was thinking about the benefits of recognizing this family and weighing the pros and cons.

The most important thing is that the young lady's husband is the most favored minister of the Ministry of Revenue. According to the latest rumors, the emperor actually gave him the paperweight he had used for thirty years. In the eyes of amateur political critics like Mrs. Cui, this kind of private reward is more valuable than rewards and silver. So far, only Li Linfu, Zhang Jiuling and other prime ministers have received similar glory. His husband does not even have a family, and Li Qing is less than thirty years old.

Mrs. Cui suddenly thought of her son, whose political achievements were mediocre, and who took the exam every year, was a small county lord who had been a junior and a junior. She had been a five-year junior. I don’t know when it would take a chance to make a comeback. Although her in-laws verbally agreed, it had been more than half a year, but there was no movement. If she could be promoted by Li Qing and become an official in the Salt and Iron Department, it would be a fat man that everyone envied.

Mrs. Cui began to realize that it was actually beneficial to recognize this marriage. She jumped out of the bed, and the big bed moaned in pain, and the extremely fat body on it almost broke its spine.

At this moment, Cui Qiao got a broom from where he was slowly cleaning the soil on the steps of the gate. From time to time, he smiled friendlyly at the surprise neighbors around him, "Haha! Getting up early to sweep the floor can be considered a practice of body and bones!"

But he didn't notice that it was drizzling, and his whole body was filled with white breath.
Chapter completed!