Song Ruoxi had a good night's sleep. When he opened his eyes in the early morning, he saw Ye Shuhua staring at her with an obsessive look, as if he couldn't see enough, and he was slightly embarrassed, "What are you doing to look at me like this?"

Ye Shuhua smiled, lowered her head and kissed her on the cheek, "My Yingying looks beautiful."

Song Ruoxi was surprised, "I just said sweet words early in the morning, but I went to a place I shouldn't go to drink yesterday?"

"No, I just drank wine in the restaurant." Ye Shuhua hurriedly said.

Song Ruoxi narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you know what places should not be gone?"

"I know, the fireworks place should not be visited." Ye Shuhua smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

"If I knew you had gone to those places you shouldn't go to drink." Song Ruoxi snorted coldly, reached out to his waist, twisted a piece of meat, "I will ignore you forever."

Ye Shuhua grabbed her hand, put it on her lips, and kissed her, "Don't worry, I won't go to those places I shouldn't go."

"I'm not at ease. I must be vigilant at all times to prevent any possibility that can make you worse." Song Ruoxi said seriously.

Ye Shuhua laughed, and turned over and pressed her under her, her eyes dark, "I won't become bad, but I want to do bad."

Song Ruoxi smiled and said, "Broad white angels are bad, and they are shy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Shuhua had kissed her lips.

The two were entangled in the bed for a while, although they did not have real guns and ammunition, they were also inspiring. Song Ruoxi's face was full of spring and bright light. He was late to pay his respects to Danning House. Ye Fan took Ye Xiaoliang to Zhongyong Hall first. Ye Shuhua greeted the Lord of Zhaoping, but did not stop for a long time and rushed over. Fortunately, he arrived in time and did not delay the discussion.

The days passed for a few days. On August 22, Han Lu, the rule of climbing Yingcheng was that the bride had to plant wheat in the fields on the day of Han Lu. As the saying goes, Han Lu plant wheat, plant a bowl and harvest a bucket.

Song Ruoxi has been married for less than a year and is also considered a bride. In the morning of that day, accompanied by Ye Shuhua, he went to the outside of the city to worship the fields and walk through the motions to meet the situation. Planting wheat is the bride's business, and Ye Xiaoliang did not come with Jiang Minghong. When Jiang Minghong saw Ye Shuhua get off the carriage and help Song Ruoxi down, his eyes were full of jealousy.

The crops in the fields had already been collected and put into the warehouse. The nanny who was in charge of the fields came up to salute the three of them and brought the three to two open spaces of similar size. The ground had been turned over and there was a basket of wheat seeds on each of the fields. He smiled and said, "The land on the left is Mrs. Young Master, and the land on the right is Mrs. Jiang Wu."

"I want me to grow such a large piece of land alone?" Jiang Minghong asked in a scream.

The nanny in charge laughed and said, "It's not a seed, it's a sowing."

Jiang Minghong's expression froze, grabbed the wheat seeds and threw them onto the ground randomly.

"Mrs. Fifth Lady, it's not this person." The manager said hurriedly.

"How do you want to sprinkle?" Jiang Minghong asked angrily.

Song Ruoxi frowned and pulled Ye Shuhua away to stay away from Jiang Minghong, a woman with abnormal brains.

On the field here, the couple sow seeds and joked, enjoying this rare pastoral joy.

On the field over there, Jiang Minghong was gloomy with her face with a few blue and purple marks, and she was soaking seeds randomly. The nanny in charge was scolded twice by her, and she didn't dare to speak again. She stood in the field with a smile and looked at her.

After being busy in the fields for about half an hour, the basket of seeds from Ye Shuhua and Song Ruoxi had been sown. Song Ruoxi asked with a smirk: "Why is this wheat ripe to harvest?"

"As soon as you sow seeds, you are thinking about maturity and harvesting, and you are too impatient." Ye Shuhua said with a smile.

"I want to know when to harvest and come over."

"The autumn wheat will not be harvested next year. It is too hard to harvest, so you can't come here."

"I didn't say I wanted to harvest it myself. I wanted to wait until the harvest is done and see it. This is the wheat I planted." Song Ruoxi smiled.

"When the wheat is ripe and harvested into the warehouse, what are you going to do with the wheat you planted?" Ye Shuhua took the veil that Song Ruoxi put on her clothes and helped her wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Song Ruoxi thought for a moment and smiled and said, "Grind the wheat into flour, and then I will make noodles for you to eat, okay?"

"Okay." Ye Shuhua nodded with a smile.

Jiang Minghong saw it, and felt jealous and hatred in her heart, and whispered: "Shameless bitch."

Ye Shuhua is a martial arts practitioner with clever ears and eyes. When he heard this, anger flashed in his eyes. Seeing a small stone on the ground, he moved his feet and gently lifted it with his toes, kicking it at Jiang Minghong. The small stone hit her ankle accurately.

"Ouch." Jiang Minghong exhaled in pain.

"Mrs. Fifth, what's wrong with you?" asked the maid.

"My feet hurt so much." Jiang Minghong squatted down and pressed her ankle.

"You can't be bitten by something, right?" the nanny in charge said nervously.

When Jiang Minghong heard this, she was frightened and sat on the edge of the field and went to untie her shoes and socks.

Ye Shuhua used cleverness, and there was no trace on Jiang Minghong's ankle, but it was so painful that she couldn't stand up. She was supported by the maid and got onto the carriage, leaving half a basket of seeds not sowed.

Song Ruoxi hesitated for a moment and felt that it would be better to ask politely. He was about to walk over but was stopped by Ye Shuhua.

"Don't we go over and ask about the situation?" Song Ruoxi asked.

"No." Ye Shuhua took her hand and took her onto the carriage.

Back in the city, he went to Danning residence first. Song Ruoxi saw Jiang Minghong getting off the carriage, marching like flying, and curled his lips contemptuously, "Pretending to be lazy."

The next afternoon, when Jiang Minghong came over, Song Ruoxi was sitting in the room embroidery. When he heard the news, he frowned and said, "Please come in with the fifth lady."

Jiang Minghong walked in and saw the half-embedded mandarin ducks playing in the water on the embroidery rack. He curled his lips and smiled: "Sister-in-law Yuxian and Brother Hua are really in love with each other."

Song Ruoxi's eyes flashed slightly, and he asked coldly: "Mrs. Fifth, come to me, what's wrong?"

"I am a guest when I pass by. My sister-in-law is not stingy and doesn't even give me a cup of tea." Jiang Minghong said with a smile.

"Fifth Lady, please sit down, Xiangduo, tea." Song Ruoxi couldn't guess Jiang Minghong's purpose. The two of them had already broken up and didn't even have to have a favor for face. What did she suddenly come and do?

Jiang Minghong sat down on the chair, folded her hands in front of her, lowered her eyebrows and looked down, and was in an elegant state.

Xiangduo quickly brought the tea and snacks, stood aside with Canniang and others to serve him, but did not withdraw.

Jiang Minghong raised her eyes and glanced at the maids, picked up the teacup, sipped it in small mouthfuls, without saying anything, as if she was sucking her stomach.

Song Ruoxi didn't say anything, and the sister-in-law and the sister-in-law sat opposite each other and drank tea in silence.

A cup of tea saw the bottom, Jiang Minghong put down the teacup and asked, "How did you do it?"

Song Ruoxi was asked inexplicably and put down the teacup, "How did you do it?"

"How did you monopolize your husband's favor?" Jiang Minghong said.

Song Ruoxi was amused by this sentence, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why can't I monopolize my husband's favor?"

"It is natural for men to take concubines." Jiang Minghong said with confidence.

"Since you think so, you should be a generous and generous family and get along well with Dong and Su family." Song Ruoxi sneered sarcastically.

"You have been in the door for almost a year and are not pregnant yet. You should take the initiative to take the initiative to take the concubine for your husband." Jiang Minghong could not drive Dong Jiawan and Su Nianjin away. In order to achieve psychological balance, Ye Shuhua must also take the concubine. At that time, she would not believe that Song Ruoxi still had leisure to embroider the mandarin ducks playing in the water.

"What does it have to do with you whether my husband takes a concubine?" Song Ruoxi felt that Jiang Minghong was unreasonable and his face was slightly dark. "There is no rule in the world that my sister-in-law interferes in the affairs of my uncle's uncle's son's wife."

"You are such a jealous woman, who is not virtuous and not generous, why is she so lucky? Why are we so different from each other?" Jiang Minghong was not a patient person. Without saying a few words, she became impatient.

Song Ruoxi frowned, a hint of boredom flashed in his eyes, and asked coldly: "Why are you comparing with me?"

Jiang Minghong raised her head and put on a proud look, "Why can't I compare with you? Which is worse than you?"

Song Ruoxi was unhappy and looked at her contemptuously, too lazy to speak, and said directly: "I am my husband who came from Fujian from thousands of miles away, and you came from thousands of miles away."

Not talking about the difference between legitimate and illegitimate, regardless of family background or family background, appearance and character, just one request, one gift, and one word difference is enough to explain the difference between the two.

Jiang Minghong's face became ugly, her chest was fluctuating, her eyes were slightly red, and tears flashed.

Song Ruoxi sighed inwardly, patiently, and guided her, "Jiang Minghong, we are sisters-in-law, I am not your competitor, you don't need to compete with me all the time, and you can't live with yourself. My life is my life. It depends on how you live your life? Don't blame others all day long and seek life, that will not be good for you."

"I don't need you to teach me." Jiang Minghong said with a hatred.

Song Ruoxi has long seen it. There are such ungrateful people in the world who have lost their compassion for her. She sneered, picked up the teacup, and said with a slightly cold face: "I don't have the time to teach you, come and see you off."

Hearing the word "Send to see off the guests", Jiang Minghong stood up and said coldly: "Song, don't be too proud. When you are old and despicable, you will cry."

"That's better than crying as soon as you get married." Song Ruoxi fought back mercilessly.

"Let's go and see." Jiang Minghong took his eyes and snatched Song Ruoxi away.

"Spiritable!" Song Ruoxi cursed. At this time, she did not expect that this was the last time she saw Jiang Minghong. The next day, the person who went to Weiguo to deliver weapons was escorted back.

When Ye Xiaoliang learned that Zhongwei was arrested, he did not deny it, so he admitted that it was his work. He wanted to take it all out, but he did not expect that the Bin family would also offer Mrs. Xiaobin.

Ye Fan knew that Mrs. Xiaobin was involved in this matter and was as dark as water. The matter of the inner house needed iron blood to be rectified. He ordered someone to summon Mrs. Xiaobin to come over and asked Ye Xiaoliang in a deep voice: "What does the Bin family have to do with you? I need such maintenance from you?"

Ye Xiaoliang was stunned. Although Mrs. Xiaobin was his biological mother, the Bin family had nothing to do with him in terms of etiquette and law, and the Zhaoping County Lord's mother's family was his grandfather's family.

Ye Fan said coldly: "It can be seen from this that you have never regarded your legitimate mother as a mother."
Chapter completed!