A few days later, Zhizhizhen received a letter signed by Xiang Qingju.
She looked at the writing on the envelope with iron and silver hooks, and felt a little sad.
Back then, she had no heart and didn't understand love.
She only wanted to marry a suitable person, so she took the initiative to approach Xiang Qingju.
Now she thinks about how much she felt back then.
Too much.
Zhizhi hesitated for a moment, but still didn't open the letter.
She put the letter on the table and was about to get a brazier to burn the letter.
It's an old thing, so don't worry about it anymore.
Zhizhi went to find the brazier.
When she came back, she saw that Pei Xinfang had opened the letter.
He crumpled the letter, and when he heard Zhizhi's footsteps, he raised his head and glanced at her.
The emotions in his eyes were complicated, including shock, sadness, and anger.
Finally, he threw the letter on the table.
He walked past Zhizhi and walked out.
Zhizhi had never thought that Pei Xinfang looked like this.
She couldn't help but be curious about what was written in the letter.
When she picked it up and read it, she blushed at the first sentence.
She read the whole letter hastily, thinking that she must burn it.
Xiang Qingju, how could he?
What is my love for Zhi Zhi?
The letter was written by Xiang Qingju late at night.
After drinking, he remembered that the two of them traveled to the Lantern Festival together, so he wrote this letter.
The young prime minister, who was full of knowledge, was drunk.
Later, he became a romantic and talented man who was full of love words.
Although he did not allude to Pei Xinfang, he also emphasized that he carved a small portrait of Zhizhi on the wall of the prison and had no regrets about loving her in this life.
It seems that the Prime Minister still minded being caught in the prison.
Although Zhizhi didn't know whether he was tortured inside, Pei Xinfang asked Lu Yueyang to release him before leaving the capital.
When he came out, the young Prime Minister At least it has all the beards and tails, and can walk out on its own.
Zhizhi was very embarrassed by this love letter and quickly burned the letter.
Xiang Qingju must have drunk too much.
If he was sober, he would not have written this letter.
But the letter was burned, and one person was still angry.
Zhizhi stared at Pei Xinfang next to her and blinked, "Husband, let's take a bath together today."
Pei Xinfang lowered her eyes and looked at the books on the desk, and said in a cold tone, "No."
Zhizhi came closer, "Why?"
She thought for a moment and lowered her voice in Pei Xinfang's ear, "I'm wearing your favorite bellyband."
Pei Xinfang raised her eyes and glared at Zhizhi, "In your mind, am I just a lustful ghost?"
Zhizhi was about to explain, but Pei Xinfang said reluctantly: "Of course I am not as noble as your brother Xiang, who wrote a letter to a married woman."
He stood up and took a detour from the other side.
When I went out, I kicked the door deliberately.
Zhizhi looked at his back and felt distressed.
Pei Xinfang might not be able to coax him easily this time.
But fortunately, he still slept with Zhizhi at night, but as if to show his anger, he even slept on separate quilts.
He covered himself with a quilt and covered himself tightly.
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Seeing this posture, Zhizhi thought for a moment, first took off her clothes, and then slowly got into Pei Xinfang's quilt.
When Zhizhi emerged from the quilt, Pei Xinfang's cheeks were slightly red, and her brown eyes were looking straight at her.
Zhizhi's mood was not much better at this time, her phoenix eyes were wet, and her lips were slightly Run, she clung to Pei Xinfang like a demon.
"Husband, I want you to come in."
This sentence was like a fire stick dropped on the hay, and it suddenly ignited.
In order to make the other party calm down, Zhizhi usually begged for mercy early and said that she couldn't do it.
She insisted on holding on for a while, but this hold made Pei Xinfang hold back her anger, "You have always lied to me."
Zhizhi shook her head repeatedly, "No."
Pei Xinfang's face flashed with hurt, "For your brother Xiang, why don't you hold on longer today?
Why don't you just write me a letter of divorce and I'll become a concubine?
It's better than seeing you two in person."
"It's sweet."
What is all this and what?
Zhizhi felt that Pei Xinfang was simply being unreasonable.
However, the unreasonable Pei Xinfang became jealous, and Zhizhi had to coax him.
She usually hated doing that thing on the swing, but in order to coax Pei Xinfang, she had to do it.
"A lot of water."
Pei Xinfang suddenly said.
Zhizhi was so embarrassed that she couldn't even open her eyes.
She cried and said, "You are not allowed to say anything."
There are two more to say Pei Xinfang is a big bad guy.
Zhizhi thought sobbingly.
After the swing, Zhizhi's legs were as soft as cotton.
She was a little angry because Pei Xinfang had promised to do it only once, but actually did it three times.
After three times, Zhizhi felt that she was going to be useless.
Zhizhi, who was all weak and weak, didn't want to coax Pei Xinfang any more.
He could be angry if he wanted to be angry, and be jealous if he wanted to be jealous.
Upon seeing this, Pei Xinfang stayed honest for a few days, took good care of Zhizhi, and did not mention any divorce papers to become a cousin.
Zhizhi thought that the matter would be over.
But half a month later, she received a letter from Xiang Qingju.
The words in the letter were more explicit, the confession even more disgusting, and Pei Xinfang saw it again.
Zhizhi once again embarked on the road of coaxing Pei Xinfang.
When he received the fifth letter, Zhizhi later realized that something was wrong.
According to Qingju's temperament, he wrote a drunken letter.
This was his limit.
After all, Xiang Qingju wanted to save face. , how could he write it again and again, and according to Pei Xinfang's temperament, how could he let Xiang Qingju's letters to Zhizhi be sent in again and again?
"Did you forge the following letters?"
Zhizhi glared at Pei Xinfang.
Pei Xinfang's eyes moved slightly and he shook his head, "No."
He paused, "Wait a minute, madam."
After a while, he caught a child and came in.
Zhizhi was slightly stunned when she saw Jubao coming in, and then heard Jubao crying.
"Mom, I forged it, not dad."
Pei Xinfang nodded behind Jiubao, "Madam, look, I really didn't write it."
Zhizhi looked at Jiubao, who was crying with tears in his eyes, and then at Pei Xinfang's seemingly well-behaved smile, and she felt more and more that something was wrong.
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She pulled Jubao over and asked in a low voice: "Is your father threatening you?"
Jubao burped and shook his head, "No."
But looking at this pitiful look, it doesn't look like there is anything.
Zhizhi raised her head and glared at Pei Xinfang, "You are simply too much.
How can you blame Jianbao for your troubles?"
She lowered her head again and coaxed Jianbao, "Stop crying.
Mom will support you.
Let's go."
Go out and eat something delicious.”
Zhizhi deliberately came back at night for fun.
When she came back, Pei Xinfang followed her like a follower.
First she coughed twice and said, "Where have you been?"
Zhizhi turned around and looked at him, said nothing, and went to bathe, change clothes, and go to bed.
This night, Zhizhi took the initiative to share the quilt with her.
She covered herself tightly.
Pei Xinfang stood by the bed and watched.
After a while, he raised his hand and put out the candle.
After a while, Zhizhi exclaimed.
"You gangster"
Pei Xinfang felt a little aggrieved, "My wife did the same thing last time."
Zhizhi blushed and stammered: "No, no, you can't."
But having said that, Zhizhi still couldn't get out of bed the next day, but at least Zhizhi never received a letter from Xiang Qingju again. gd1806102: