Substitute Bride: The Gentle Husband of the Evil Girl is Crazy and Wild

Li Xiaoyu's intuition told her that the girl in front of her was not a bad person.

When asked by Ding Jing, she asked symbolically: "Miss Xiao Jing, who are you?"

As soon as she said this, she was stunned.

Why does it sound like the mother-in-law is asking her future daughter-in-law?

Looking at the calm woman, Ding Jing calmly replied: "Miss Li, I am from Linzhou, Lin'an. My parents wanted to come to the north to do business, but they didn't expect that the business was not successful, but on the way..."

She didn't finish her words, lowered her head and sobbed quietly.

As soon as he saw her crying, Li Fugui rushed to comfort her, but he was a little at a loss.

"Xiao Jing, don't be sad, you still have me in the future."

Ding Jing was not the type to perform, so she leaned on Li Fugui's shoulder and forced a few tears out.

Thanks to her charming appearance, it doesn't look fake.

Li Fugui couldn't see anything from his perspective, but Li Xiaoyu, who was sitting opposite her, could clearly see the scene of her closing her eyes and squeezing out a few tears through her eye wrinkles.

The way this girl cries is a little special.

However, Linzhou is right next to the imperial city, which made her think of Gu Fei again.

Coincidence?

Thinking of this, she lowered her eyes and secretly kept Ding Jing's behavior in mind.

He cleared his throat and said to the two of them, "Miss Xiaojing, don't be sad. Eat your meal, or the food will get cold soon."

"Yes, let's eat first," Li Fugui followed.

Ding Jing is left-handed, and while they were eating, it was more like Li Xiaoyu was observing her.

Rather, the two of them were observing each other.

They noticed that they were observing each other, but they smiled at each other without blushing or panicking, and continued eating.

There are only two rooms in the house.

Unmarried men and women cannot live in the same room. At night, Ding Jing and Li Xiaoyu slept in the same room. They remembered that before coming here, they had warned them that the little princess had a bad temper.

Ding Jing was hesitating whether to sleep outside.

While she was hesitating, Li Xiaoyu had already given up his seat inside.

She patted the quilt and smiled, "Miss Xiaojing, come up and have a rest. The weather is getting cold and it's cold down there."

This left Ding Jing with no choice.

Lifting the quilt and lying down, she thanked the woman: "Thank you, Xiao...Xiao Yu."

It was still early and Li Xiaoyu usually couldn't sleep at this time, so she took a book and leaned against the head of the bed to read.

Ding Jing was a little curious, so she leaned her head over.

Ask gently: "Xiao Yu, what book are you reading?"

She had a faint fragrance on her body, which was different from the soapberry scent on Li Xiaoyu's body. The latter couldn't tell what the scent was.

Seeing her curiosity, he replied softly, "Drawing book."

He raised his eyes to look at her and then said, "Do you want to see it?"

Ding Jing hesitated for a moment, as if hesitating, and then said, "Is it okay?"

"Of course." This wasn't something so valuable that it couldn't be shared. Li Xiaoyu got out of bed and took out a dozen books from the cabinet.

Put it on the bed and let her choose.

"You can choose which type you like."

Ding Jing picked up one at random, opened it, and found that all the drawings were done with charcoal, and the handwriting was the same.

Although the pen style is delicate, it also has a certain degree of rigidity.

It looks like handwriting by a woman, but not quite.

She read a few pages and found that the writing style was also different from the storybooks on the market. Except for some special types, the storybooks on the market were basically just text.

The book in hand has both characters and dialogues.

Drawing the character's expressions, behaviors, etc. and combining them with the picture makes it more vivid and intuitive.

But it also lacks the associations with traditional language-based storybooks.

This was drawn by Li Xiaoyu when he was bored and killing time. There were no mobile phones or televisions in rural life.

At night, it's extremely boring.

She just found some fun on her own.

In the hope of making a little extra money, she sold it at a bookstore, but the owner simply said, "I don't understand it."

She could only take it back and enjoy it herself.

Who doesn’t like to watch a domineering president fall in love with me? She just painted while watching.

Before I knew it, I had drawn more than ten books, all of which were serialized.

I don’t know whether others like it or not, but she likes it very much. It enriches her spiritual world in a variety of ways.

Seeing that she was reading with great interest, Ding Jing also leaned against the head of the bed and started reading.

It was fine at the beginning, but as she read on, Ding Jing felt that she had seen some things before, but the pictures in this book still made her blush.

The page in her hand shows the scene where the hero presses the heroine against the wall and forcefully kisses her.

It not only depicts the heroine's shyness.

It also depicts the male protagonist's strength, which is full of tension and impact.

Looking at the silver thread that could be drawn into a thread, her lower abdomen tightened and her face suddenly turned red.

Are all the books the little princess reads so wild?

Li Xiaoyu was thinking about the following plot while watching. She glanced to the side and saw Ding Jing's face was as red as an apple. She asked in confusion: "Why is your face so red? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ding Jing is not a shy person.

Her palms felt a little weak, so she handed the book over and pointed at the man and woman in the painting.

Asked awkwardly: "Xiao Yu, they..."

The person in the mouth tilted his upper body, looked down, raised his eyebrows, and said with a puzzled look: "Not enough tension?"

Ding Jing slowly shook her head: "No, it's too tense."

It was hard for Li Xiaoyu to be unhappy when someone praised something that she couldn't sell. She grinned and said, "When I was painting it, I felt it was not enough. You can read it slowly later. There is more tension in the later part."

When Ding Jing heard the word "画", her expression collapsed for a moment.

This book... was drawn by her!

At this moment, she was conflicted, wondering whether she should write it in the letter to tell the prince.

The more Ding Jing looked back, the more she felt like she was going to have a nosebleed.

She put the book down and prepared to go to bed.

Seeing that she was about to fall asleep, Li Xiaoyu asked, "Miss Xiaojing, do you really want to marry Fugui?"

Ding Jing knew what she was worried about.

As a good friend, everyone would be worried if their friend, whether male or female, were to marry a woman they had only known for ten days.

Looking at the woman looking down at her, Ding Jing's tone was gentle and affirmative.

"I am serious."

After all, she had fought hard to get this future husband.

Hearing her firm answer, Li Xiaoyu raised his lips slightly: "That's good, go to sleep."

Li Xiaoyu has been very busy recently.

Not only did he have to go to the city to sell pot cakes and steamed buns, but he also had to assist the county magistrate in catching the bandit leader. Because Ding Jing was going to get married, Li Fugui bought a piece of land in the village to build a new house.

She and Ding Jing were also busy cooking for the craftsmen.

As a result, she had no time to serialize The Domineering General Fell in Love with Me, and she was busy celebrating the New Year.

In a blink of an eye, Li Fugui's new house was completed.

They had already prepared everything themselves, and she looked around and saw that there was nothing else they needed to buy, so she simply gave them a red envelope with a hundred taels of silver.

There's no way, she's too rich now.

Li Fugui was surprised when he received the banknote and he wanted to return it to her.

Li Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows, tutted, and replied in a quirky way: "Take it, we are not short of money."

After the spring, Fugui and Ding Jing got married.

She gave six eggs to Aunt Qian and then plunged headfirst into the plan of suppressing the bandits.

On the other side, a new letter was delivered to Gu Fei. When he mentioned that the county magistrate and Li Xiaoyu's heads were almost sticking together, his face instantly became as dark as ink.

He called Luo Feng and asked coldly, "Where are the people you arranged?"

Luo Feng was about to tell him about this, and replied respectfully and carefully: "Your Majesty, I selected people to send to his house according to the appearance and behavior preferences of his deceased wife. The county magistrate will not be fooled."

Seeing Gu Fei’s face becoming increasingly gloomy, his next words were as low as dust.

"I'm afraid it's..."

"What's the fear?"

"According to reliable information, the county magistrate might have fallen in love with the princess..."