Rebirth Handbook - Chapter 165

“Ohhhhh, have you heard? Sheng Yonghou defeated Langrong, and his class teacher will return to court soon!”

After the winter, it was a lot colder in the south of Beijing, but the teahouses and teahouses on the street were full of people, seven or eight of them were talking about Sheng Yonghou’s battle in Langyuan City, and they all sighed that Sheng Yonghou Baodao was not old. , How many rewards will I get when I return from victory this time?

Ordinary people don’t know the rapids in the DPRK, nor how difficult this battle in the north is. They are in the most prosperous capital of Daqi and can only see the best part of the appearance. Ordinary people are like this. The women who are in the backyard of high-ranking officials also don’t care about them. They talk about clothes and jewelry every day. Li Jiaduan, the parent of the east, has some inner thoughts.

Although Ying Xian has never stepped out of the gate of Du Mansion in these times, the blessings of the brothers in the mansion are the years when they most look forward to the things that protect their homes, defend the country, and make contributions. Therefore, they often meet when they gather together. Talking about it, Ying Xian learned the news that his father was about to return from victory and that nothing happened.

Ying Xian was relieved to know that her father was fine. The body in her last life was not good enough, and she could not have a little bit of fear, otherwise her hands and feet would become cold and blue, and it would be uncomfortable to be hammered hard in her head and chest. One year, Dad also led soldiers to fight. After half a year, when she came back, she was worried and haggard every day at home, and she almost died.

Later, Dad slowly began to train his subordinates. He wanted to go out and let other people go. He didn’t want to go out. He didn’t want to talk to Ying Xian about his war time, for fear of scaring Ying Xian.

Ying Xian is really helpless, she actually likes to hear her father say that those wars were killed, but the broken body just can’t support, and she will die when excited. It’s like now, even if I worry about these times, I can still eat and sleep and wait, and I haven’t even panted.

Ying Xian now wakes up every morning and feels the steady heartbeat in her chest for a long time.

When Dad comes back, he will be able to jump up if he sees her healthy appearance now. Ying Xian squeezed the flesh on her belly, revealing a heavyweight smile of a little fat man. There is too much meat on the face, and it is a bit hard to laugh. Ying Xian reached out and rubbed her fleshy face again.

“Dead fat pig, big fat man, you’re blocking my way, go aside!” a petite and cute girl shouted with staring eyes, and reached out to push Yingxian.

Ying Xian didn’t react, she saw the thin and small girl because she couldn’t push her, she fell back and fell to the ground. After a moment of stunned, she burst into tears and cried.

Ying Xian stood aside, and felt a little helpless in her heart when she saw several maids who were catching up with her little ancestor carefully.

This little girl was named Du Liqi, the youngest daughter of Master Du Er, two years younger than her. Master Du Er’s family just returned from his post a few days ago. This little girl Du Liqi didn’t know what happened. It was not pleasing to see Du Lizhu. Every time she asked An to trouble her, things like today have happened twice. Yeah, Ying Xian didn’t know where she got the little girl.

However, Ying Xian understood a little bit more, she really didn’t want to be skinny. Look at this little girl. Although she is a little better than her in her previous life, she still doesn’t suffer from her strong body.

“She pushes me, this fat man pushes me!” The little girl Du Liqi confessed.

Ying Xian still explained: “I didn’t push you, little girl.”

But this explanation is as useless as before. No one listens anyway. Master Du Er likes this little daughter tightly. Among the three elders of the Du family, Master Du Er’s official journey is the smoothest. Maybe he will soon become a capital official. Now the people in the Du family are thinking carefully. They are struggling to be loyal to Master Du Er.

Compared with the little girl Du Liqi, Ying Xian, the unloved little pitiful little girl, is really insignificant. What is it like? Several maids have seen it, but they will not say anything. They all follow Du Liqi’s will and open their eyes and talk nonsense. .

Du Liqi was picked up from the ground and glanced at her triumphantly, “Wait, I’ll go to the third aunt to file a complaint!” After she finished, she walked away surrounded by maids.

Ying Xian originally had a woman with her, but she didn’t know where she was going now. Ying Xian looked at the little pink skirt that was going away, shook her head old-fashioned, and turned to her yard.

There must be no lunch later, this is punishment. Misfortunes fall from the sky, and sure enough people have no long-term worries.

Relax, what’s the small setback in front of me? Think about Dad’s coming back soon and seeing him right away. How happy it is to be hungry without food. Ying Xian subconsciously enlightened herself as before.

The effect is remarkable. After taking a few steps, Ying Xian has calmly accepted the result that she might be hungry at noon. When she walked to the door of the remote yard, Ying Xian looked at her pink dress and suddenly felt as if she understood something. Is it possible that the little girl Du Liqi is not pleasing to her eyes because she wears the same color clothes?

Think about it again, on the day of the first meeting, little girl Du Liqi was wearing a pink dress, and so did she. Du Liqi has a soft spot for pink mini skirts, but Ying Xian now wears pink mini skirts the most.

Oh, I have found the reason why they are not pleasing to my eyes.

Ying Xian pulled her ugly pink skirt. Because it was too fat, the belt of the skirt was tied in the middle, and she looked like a fat peanut. No matter whether Ying Xian looks good or not, she just wants to wear a pink dress. In her previous life, she wore the most plain clothes of cyan, goose, yellow, green, blue and white. The most colorful clothes she wore were the red wedding dresses on the day of marriage.

Her father is really careful about all aspects of her care, even the color of the clothes. Although Ying Xian has been spoiled since she was a child, she has a surprisingly good personality and is very spoiled for her father. The old man even chose the color of the clothes for her, so she just wears them accordingly. Anyway, she doesn’t bother to care about the small things when she is in bad health.

So, Ying Xian didn’t wear the fresh and passionate colors like red, purple and pink in her life. Isn’t it just that I didn’t wear it very much, so it’s rare, and I always wear this color?

Compared with clothes, eating is the most important thing. Ying Xian thought, let’s change the color of the clothes next time. So the next day she wore a purple dress. When she went to see Du Liqi, the little girl also changed her purple dress.

As a result, little girl Du Liqi was cried again.

Ying Xian: Well, I miss my dad, and even a little miss that husband who is indifferent but caring about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The husband who was missed by the way, Pei Shunqing, he fell ill. I was originally ill. I went to the Northland. Although I insisted on it, I was exhausted from running around on the way. I was bothered by my illness and became ill. I lay on the bed after I came back. Sending an imperial doctor every day to see, the delivery of medicinal materials is almost full of warehouses.

The medicinal materials in the warehouse used to be used by Ying Xian, but now it’s good, and I’ll use it instead. Even so sick, Pei Shunqing still goes to sit in the hall where Ying Xian’s body is parked.

Ying Xian has been dead for a while, supposedly it should have been buried long ago, but Pei Shunqing refused. He said that he would not be buried until Sheng Yonghou came back to see his daughter. Others couldn’t refute this statement. After all, Sheng Yonghou’s daughter is a favorite. Jeonnam and Beijing are all known. Therefore, Ying Xian’s body has been placed here, and Pei Shunqing specifically asked the emperor for ice in a large warehouse to freeze the human body in it to prevent it from decay. It’s also because the weather is getting colder, and with so many ice cubes, there is no peculiar smell.

But there was no more odor. He was also a cold dead person. The four close-knit maids who had been married with Ying Xian and had a good relationship with her, occasionally felt frustrated when burning paper money here at night. But this Pei Shunqing was fine, coming over like a wandering soul every night, sitting silently beside the ice coffin for a while. Just like Ying Xian did before his death, although her attitude was light, she occasionally went there to sit quietly for a while.

I used to yell at his maid, Rose Tao, and watched his weird behavior every day. I even bumped into him lying on the ice coffin and reaching out to touch the face of his own lady’s body. At that time, his hands and feet were cold and I felt like Pei. Most of the adults were mentally ill, and later did not dare to look at him directly.

In her heart, Zi Tao felt that Pei Shunqing’s brain was abnormal, but Shiliu, the smartest, the orange purple who usually didn’t like to talk, almost understood it. Maybe the master actually liked her lady very much. But if you really like it, how can you bear not showing it at all, and if you really like it, how can you not treat her better when she is alive?

I really don’t understand.

Pei Shunqing didn’t need to make people understand. He would go to sit quietly next to the ice coffin for a while, not as weird as others thought. He just thought, Sheng Yonghou is coming back soon, and Ying Xian will be buried at that time. I’ll never see it again, so when I can, I’ll take a look.

It’s a pity that Ying Xian’s eyes cannot be seen.

Ying Xian’s appearance when he died was ugly, dry and weak, or from the first time he saw Ying Xian, Ying Xian was not a good-looking person. She was too skinny, her wrists were slender, and she seemed to break when she broke, and her skirt was empty. But she has a pair of beautiful eyes, like a quiet spring water in the mountains, clear and leisurely, and they immediately attracted his attention.

He was desperate and embarrassed, full of hatred. His parents and brothers were forced to death, Wan Guan’s wealth was embezzled, and he was kicked out with a stigma on his back. He was full of despair and resentment, and he wished to go back and stabbed his enemy with a knife.

Only one step away, he was ruined. Before self-destruction, he was sick and about to die, but Ying Xian saved him.

He raised his body in the Zhuangzi of Ying’s family, and even Ying Xian asked someone to prepare some silver for him, a stranger. When he left Yingjia Zhuangzi, he thought that he couldn’t just die like that. This life is not just his own, but the benefactor who saved his life.

So he calmed down, planned for himself, and later met the five princes and was appreciated by him. The hatred of his family is nothing more than a trivial matter for a person of the status of the fifth prince, so the enemy who once caused him so much pain has simply received his due retribution.

Then, he entered the officialdom, was appreciated, and climbed up step by step, thinking of waiting for his success, he went to marry Yingxian.

But things in this world are always unpredictable, the more you seek, the faster it will pass.

“Cough, cough.” Pei Shunqing, who was sitting next to the ice coffin, turned her head and coughed in a low voice. After coughing, he pulled the lapels of his body, and touched the freezing ice coffin, and said naturally, “It’s too cold here. I’m a little uncomfortable. I will go back today and see you tomorrow.”

The little fat man Yingxian in Du Fu had gone to bed, but she couldn’t sleep, her stomach was grumble, and she was hungry again, feeling that she could eat a whole pig now.