Yi Zhijun and Fu Ningyuan's first year of marriage.

Yi Zhijun thinks she is the happiest woman in the world.

The husband is gentle and considerate, the father is kind and generous, the parents-in-law are honest and dedicated, and life is happy and happy.

Fu Ningyuan would learn how to manage shop rents with his father during the day, and would come to accompany her at night.

Between beds, there are phoenixes, red waves, and brocade candles are left in the light.

**Stay off.

The warm and crispy spring charm is left, and the red window curtain can only hear each other's soft and soft panting, and the dampness is wet.

Fu Ningyuan looked at Yi Zhijunqing's sweaty face in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his dark eyes.

Yi Zhijun's pretty face was blushing, and he leaned into his arms like a satisfied kitten. His white lotus arms climbed on his neck, innocent and bright: "What do you always stare at Zhijun? Is there anything on Zhijun's face?"

The voice is soft and soft, making people want to hold her in their mouth and melt it gently between their lips and teeth.

Fu Ningyuan lowered his head, his black hair scattered on his side face, his lips were smiling, and his long eyebrows and handsome eyes.

At that time, Fu Ningyuan still looked like a scholar who smiled warmly.

"We Zhijun is so beautiful, with skin as cream and delicate faces as flowers." He kissed Yi Zhijun's eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice: "I followed my father to the shop today and realized that many famous young men wanted to marry Zhijun home."

At that time, Yi Zhijun was a cute girl crawling out of a honey pot, and she could not hear the astringent feeling of Fu Ningyuan's words.

She put all her heart on the man in front of her. When she heard him praise her beauty like this, she was both proud and sweet in her heart. She rushed over and bit his finger and said arrogantly: "It's good to know, so you have to treat Zhijun well and don't let Zhijun down. There are many people in the world who want to marry Zhijun... If you let Zhijun down one day, Zhijun will definitely not look back and look at you again."

Fu Ningyuan remained silent, staring at her with his eyes as deep as a blue pool.

Yi Zhijun's heart blew, and a heart of spring was thumping, completely repelling the lady's airs. She blushed with a small face, lay on his chest, and said softly: "But even if they are so good, I only like you, husband."

Fu Ningyuan pinched Yi Zhijun's chin and kissed the delicate and beautiful red lips.

The beautiful room is thick in spring, and the warm fragrance is deep in the tent.

"Zhijun, my mother wants to hold her grandson, so..."

"Simple, in the future..." The woman's voice was so cute that she could pinch out water, and she was faintly shy. "In the future, I will give you seven or eight children, half of them will take your surname and half of them. Don't worry about my dad, my dad will listen to me in everything."

"You can give birth to seven or eight, that's not like a piglet. My Zhijun is so amazing..."

"Ayuan, you laughed at me again, I'll bite you."

The two of them had a fight.

The silver bell-like laughter gradually turned into a wet and muddy panting, and it was so slim and soft.

When they were having a small gathering with their close friends, they heard them complaining about the trivial conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in depression, Yi Zhijun smiled and said, "Everyone in the Yi Mansion listened to me, how dare my mother-in-law teach me a lesson?"

The second year and one month after Yi Zhijun and Fu Ningyuan got married.

Fu Ningyuan's mother was seriously ill and wanted to hug her grandson before she died.

Yi Zhijun's cold body is the root of the disease that fell from her mother's womb. She has been drinking Chinese medicine for care for many years. Yi Zhijun is afraid of bitterness, so she usually feels uncomfortable when drinking some medicine soup that warms blood and nourishes qi. However, seeing that Fu Ningyuan became thinner due to her mother-in-law's condition, Yi Zhijun gritted her teeth and fed them one bowl after another every day, just to make her happy when she got pregnant with a child as soon as possible.

My mother-in-law's condition is getting worse and worse, and she hardly gets out of bed and walks around.

Yi Zhijun took the maids to the temple to burn incense in person, hoping that the Bodhisattva would keep the mother-in-law safe.

But on the way back, the horse was shocked, the carriage overturned, and Yi Zhijun fell into the pond. The cold water of the pond in winter was biting cold, making Yi Zhijun's little face dirty and purple, and his lips were bloodless. After several entanglements, the servant finally rescued Yi Zhijun from the cold water. That night, Yi Zhijun had a fever, and he talked nonsense all night, and half his leg walked at the gate of hell.

In a trance, I seemed to hear my father scolding someone: "If my Ajun is gone, I will let you all the Fu family be buried with you!"

Yi Zhijun was sick for three days before she gotten rid of the fever.

Dad hugged Yi Zhijun, trembling mouth for a while and couldn't speak. Finally, he shed tears and cried sadly: "My good Ah Jun, good Ah Jun, you finally woke up. If you are no longer here, then Dad...How should Dad live..."

That was the first time Yi Zhijun saw her father crying.

It turns out that my father, who is always tall and kind, will also fall down if he supports the sky for her.

Yi Zhijun was a little dazed and a little uneasy, so she just hugged her father tightly and refused to speak.

My father became extremely nervous. He hired a group of skilled craftsmen to build a temple dedicated to Yi Zhijun, and to repay Yi Zhijun's wishes and blessings, and to give him a lot of grace. Everyone can get three cents by placing an incense stick of Yi Zhijun in this temple.

Therefore, the incense continues and the market is crowded.

The second year and two months after Yi Zhijun and Fu Ningyuan got married.

Yi Zhijun's sky is gray.

Because that drowning did not take her life, it took away her rights as a mother.

The doctor pondered: "Miss, I'm afraid it's difficult to conceive in this life. Even if you conceive, you may have a hemorrhage or an accident."

Mr. Yi thought of Yi Zhijun's mother who died of dying childbirth. He grabbed Yi Zhijun's hand and said with a blank face: "We Ajun will not give birth, we will not give birth." He touched Yi Zhijun's head and said nervously and fearfully, "We Ajun should be safe and safe, and live a hundred years of long life."

Fu Ningyuan stood beside the bed without saying anything, just like the air, looking quietly at the father and daughter, with handsome eyes and long body.

The second year and three months after Yi Zhijun and Fu Ningyuan got married.

Mr. Yi decided to take a concubine for Fu Ningyuan and leave incense for the Yi family. The Yi family passed down in the nine generations and gave birth to a daughter in the generation of Mr. Yi, without any other branches. Fu Ningyuan married into the Yi family, so naturally he was half a son of Mr. Yi. The incense for the Yi family should be inherited by him.

Yi Zhijun was sad because he could not have children and felt sorry for Fu Ningyuan, so he agreed to his father that after the concubine gave birth to a child, he would adopt it to Yi Zhijun to raise it. The concubine would be sent far away and would no longer disturb Yi Zhijun's life.

Mr. Yi wanted to take care of everything about Yi Zhijun so that she could be worry-free for her whole life.

You have to choose a girl with a clean and honest and honest girl.

Yi Zhijun always felt so depressed when he chose other girls, so he chose Yan Nu who grew up with him.

Yan Nu is well-behaved and sensible, handsome and handsome, and her heart is on her. Yi Zhijun is very relieved.

Mr. Yi was worried that Fu Ningyuan would fall in love with Yan Nu, which would be detrimental to Yi Zhijun. So every night when Fu Ningyuan and Yan Nu were having fun, they would send people to stay outside the room to supervise that they could not speak, communicate, or light the light to see each other's bodies.

The room was pitch black and there was no light at all.

On that dark and heavy bed, young men and women could only do love, keep doing love, and just make love crazy to have children.

There is no dignity and the future, just two machines for giving birth, touching, struggling, deep, piercing, orgasm.

The second year and five months after Yi Zhijun and Fu Ningyuan got married.

Yan Nu is pregnant.

Yi Zhijun overestimated her mind and endured her husband galloping in another woman's body every day and night, causing her hard work to surge, and she became desperate and jealous. The pain was like an ant crawling, eroding and covering her bones, with a bit of bone pain.

Yi Zhijun is so thin that he is not adult.

The second year and nine months after Yi Zhijun and Fu Ningyuan got married.

King Zhong Yuqian returned from the border to visit Yi Zhijun.

Fu Ningyuan was busy with the shop affairs, so Yi Zhijun and Xiang’s close friends agreed to Yu Qian’s appointment to visit the lake with a pleasure boat.

That day, the rain suddenly fell, and the painting boat was hiding from the rain. The sisters were separated and gathered, wet and muddy, for an afternoon.

The second year and ten months after Yi Zhijun and Fu Ningyuan got married.

Yi Zhijun is pregnant.

She widened her eyes in disbelief and asked the doctor in surprise: "Didn't you say, don't you say I can't get pregnant?"

The doctor said: "It's just that it's difficult to conceive, it's not that it's absolutely impossible to conceive. The lady should consider whether to give birth to this child, because the lady is born with cold body, and the serious illness a year ago, giving birth is likely to be difficult to give birth."

Of course, you have to be born. Why not?

Yi Zhijun was so happy that her body seemed to be about to fly, bright and radiant.

She has no words and no faith, she can give birth to him.

Seven or eight were born, half of him, half of her.

It was her and his children.

Yi Zhijun knelt in front of his father and cried, "Dad, Dad, Ajun has begged you this time since he was a child. You can't stand Ajun having another woman. As for Ajun, why should he adopt another woman's child?"

Mr. Yi never wanted to refuse his daughter. Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he could pick them for her.

What's more, she was so sad that she cried and was so thin that she couldn't be as thin as a human.

He touched Yi Zhijun's head and sighed: "Ajun actually wants to give birth, so let's give birth, but the child in Yan Nu's belly can't be kept." Seeing Yi Zhijun looking at him in confusion, Master Yi said, "Silly Ajun, Daddy can't bear to suffer any grievances."

Yi Zhijun bit her lower lip, thought for a while, but still agreed.

She touched her belly, and no one was as important as her child.

That night, Yi Zhijun announced the good news of pregnancy to Fu Ningyuan.

Fu Ningyuan was very happy and hugged her like a child and circled her.

He has been very quiet these days and rarely smiles. Yi Zhijun also smiled foolishly when he looked at his slightly tired smile.

The two were lying on the bed. Yi Zhijun remembered what happened to Yan Nu and tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

She hugged Fu Ningyuan's waist: "Ayuan, if one day you find out that Zhijun did something wrong, you must forgive Zhijun."

Fu Ningyuan smiled: "What bad thing did Zhijun do on my back again?"

She acted coquettishly and said, "You agree first, you must forgive Zhijun."

Fu Ningyuan pointed Yi Zhijun's pink nose and said gently word by word.

"No matter what Zhijun does wrong in the future, I will definitely forgive Zhijun."

Yi Zhijun kissed Fu Ningyuan's lips and smiled like a confusing fairy: "A Yuan is so nice."
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