Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

Xia Xiaorou was driving a ox cart and just walked out of the village when she met a group of people. The person leading the group was someone she knew.

These are the guards at Yanheng Manor.

Shanliang pulled the reins of the horse and nodded to Xia Xiaorou, "Madam Xia."

Seeing him greet her, Xia Xiaorou also stopped the ox cart and politely returned the greeting, "So it's kindness. Where are you from?"

Shanshan and the other six people were all dusty and wearing travel clothes. It was obvious that they had traveled a long way.

"We've come from the capital, and now we're going back to the village." Shanliang waved to Xia Xiaorou, and rode away with his six men.

From the capital...

Xia Xiaorou sighed softly. Yes, they were from Beijing, and she was just a peasant girl who grew up in the countryside of Qingyang.

There is a world of difference between her and Yan Heng.

Xia Xiaorou looked at her lower abdomen, smiled bitterly, and drove the ox cart forward again.

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The seven kind-hearted people rode back to the village at full speed.

They left the horses to the guards at the gate and went straight to Yan Heng's study in the back house.

The study is on the other side of the garden.

This is where Yan Heng handles official business, separated from his bedroom by a small hall.

The garden and his bedroom are elegantly and quietly decorated, and at first glance they look like places for leisure and entertainment.

But the layout of the study seems much more deserted.

The colors are either gray or white, without a trace of color.

Even the paintings on the wall have no colors, but ink colors.

"You're back a little late." Yan Heng, dressed in a crescent-colored uniform, sat in a rocking chair, still looking relaxed and lazy, except for a pair of eyes that showed a rare gloomy look.

Shanshan bowed his head and saluted, "My Lord, that man is really very capable. We chased him all the way to the Imperial City, but he still left us behind."

Another person stepped forward and said, "Master, look at the direction that person is running. You were attacked the other day. Could it be that someone from the Imperial City was behind it?"

Shande objected, "He's not that stupid, is he? Isn't this leading us to look for him?"

"Have you found it?" Yan Heng's eyes narrowed and he asked in a deep voice.

Shande lowered his head and said, "No."

"Humph!" Yan Heng sneered, "That person guessed that you dare not investigate further, so he deliberately ran to the Imperial City."

Shanliang and the others looked at each other, then at Yan Heng.

"Master, what should we do next?" Shanliang asked with a frown.

Yan Heng shook the hem of her robe and rocked leisurely in the rocking chair.

"Spread the word that the arrow hit my chest and that I'm seriously injured and need to rest. I may not be able to return to the capital for a year or two.

"Maybe. He won't live long. Oh, write a letter to the emperor right away, and tell him that I won't be going back home for the New Year this year. I want to stay here to recuperate."

Shande looked at the lazy and lazy man who "would not live long" in the rocking chair, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Yes, Master."

Several people stepped back and walked out.

The others had already walked out of the study. Shanliang, who was at the end, thought for a moment, then turned back and said to Yan Heng, "Master, we just met Madam Xia at the entrance of the village."

Yan Heng raised her eyes suddenly, "Who is she with?"

"She was alone, driving a bullock cart in a hurry, and no one knew where she was going."

Hearing that it was a person, Yan Heng's expression relaxed again, "She is a local, she is free to go wherever she wants."

Yan Heng waved her hand, indicating that Shanliang could leave.

But Shanliang added, "By the way, when I was in the capital, I was stopped by someone and asked a lot of questions."

Yan Heng seemed not interested in the "someone" in the capital that Shanliang mentioned. He brushed off his robe and asked casually, "Oh? Who is it?"

"The fourth Miss Wen from the Duke of Anguo's Mansion."

"What does it have to do with me?" Yan Heng sneered.

"She stopped her subordinates' horses and asked her master many questions over and over again. It's obvious that she is still thinking about her master in her heart, right?" Shanliang looked at Yan Heng and said.

Yan Heng stood up, brushed his sleeves and walked out, "What does this have to do with me?"

Kind,"……"

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Xia Xiaorou drove a ox cart to the next village, asked along the way, and found an old doctor.

Today she deliberately changed into clothes that did not look like a widow's, and smeared medicine on her face to make herself look older.

After she explained her purpose to the old doctor, he took one look at her attire, didn't ask any questions, nodded, and only asked her to stretch out her wrist so he could check her pulse.

After a while, he checked the other hand.

After checking her hands, he asked Xia Xiaorou about her menstrual period, her appetite, and her sleep.

"I haven't had my period for more than two months. My appetite is not very good. I even vomited yesterday. I've been very sleepy lately. I can't wake up after falling asleep. I feel exhausted all day long." Xia Xiaorou talked about her recent situation. At the end, she added, "I've been married for more than two years, and this is the only situation recently."

The old doctor pinched his white beard and smiled kindly, "Yes, you are pregnant, young lady, congratulations, it's been more than a month."

Xia Xiaorou couldn't help being excited, "Really? Doctor? I...I used to have a bad body, and they said I couldn't get pregnant."

"Getting pregnant is a matter of fate. You didn't get pregnant before, but now you are pregnant. Some people didn't get pregnant for ten years, and then suddenly got pregnant. It all happens." The old doctor said with a smile.

Xia Xiaorou was very excited. She asked the old doctor to prescribe some prescriptions for maintaining the pregnancy. She paid the consultation fee and left the old doctor's house.

However, she was still worried and found out about the family of a midwife.

Although the midwife can't read the pulse, she can read the body. This is the experience that Xia Xiaorou learned from chatting with many women who had given birth in her previous life.

The midwife brought her into the bedroom, asked Xia Xiaorou to take off her clothes, checked her breasts and private parts, and asked about the day she had sex. Since they were all women, Xia Xiaorou did not hesitate to tell them.

The old midwife stroked Xia Xiaorou's belly with a smile, "Congratulations, young lady, you are indeed pregnant. You got pregnant on your first try. Your belly is really doing well."

Xia Xiaorou looked embarrassed, "Maybe it's because I'm young."

She paid the consultation fee and said, "When the time comes, ask my mother-in-law to deliver my baby and I'll pay her a bigger reward."

"Okay, okay. Let's wait for the good news from the young lady." The midwife said with a smile.

She estimated the delivery time for Xia Xiaorou and asked her to prepare in advance.

Xia Xiaorou noted the date and left her midwife's house.

On the way back, although the road was not rough, Xia Xiaorou drove the cart slowly because she was worried that if she drove too fast, her child would be shaken.

child--

In her previous life, she had waited for the child for ten years but he never showed up. In this life, he came so soon, she must take good care of him.

Seeing that it was still early, Xia Xiaorou decided to go to the market street to find an embroiderer to make a few sets of clothes for the children.

She also wanted to make clothes for her child by herself, but if others saw it, it would arouse speculation.

You can also avoid these troubles by asking someone to do it.

Just as the ox cart reached the entrance of the market, a group of people rushed towards it.

The frightened cow couldn't help but moo.

A down-and-out young man, holding a scroll of calligraphy and painting in his arms and carrying a shelf on his back, ran for his life.

"Stop, catch that thief!"

"I didn't steal, you're wrongly accusing me!"

"I didn't steal anything, so why are you running away? Stop right there!"

"If I don't run, am I waiting to be beaten? You didn't even listen to my explanation just now, and just punched me. You barbarians, you are so vulgar! I don't bother to argue with you!"

The scholar ran to Xia Xiaorou's ox cart, and the scroll in his hand fell to the ground and spread out a little.

The signature at the end of the scroll was revealed: "Zuo Feiyi".

Seeing this name, Xia Xiaorou took a deep breath.

Tongsheng, Zuo Feiyi!

"Do you know Song Wenshan?" Xia Xiaorou pulled the boy's collar and asked excitedly while he was picking up the scroll.