To marry a widowed sister-in-law, gender male

At the dawn of dawn, a clump of sweet-smelling golden osmanthus dripped into the window hinge and poured on the face of a young man.

The young man was indistinguishably beautiful, with picturesque eyebrows and blue eyes.

Red candles were also lit in the boudoir, and the candlelight and sunlight complemented each other, making him look like an ordinary person.

The reason why the red candle was lit was because today was his day of great joy.

But his mother was full of sadness and anxiety.

Others would probably think that the mother was reluctant to let him marry, after all, he was not a woman and should not have been married in the first place, but in fact, the mother was afraid that his head would be separated.

He called it "Nian Zhixia", but today's bride should have been "Nian Zhiqiu".

"Nian Zhiqiu" is a woman, but "Nian Zhixia" is a male.

Five days ago, a matchmaker surnamed Chu brought a betrothal gift of eighteen carriages and begged Fu Nanxi, the eldest son of Zhen Guohou, to marry Nian Zhiqiu, the youngest daughter of the Nian family.

That Fu Nanxi is a sick child, his time is running out, and everyone in the world knows about this matter.

The Nian couple guessed that the purpose of Fu Nanxi's proposal to marry their daughter was to be happy. Once the daughter is married, she will be a widow. She may become a real widow someday. If she is a widow from a poor family, she can return to her mother's house without her husband. The widows of the government may have to observe festivals all their lives.

For ordinary people in the Nian family area, it is obvious that the Marquis of Zhen Guo's mansion cannot refuse such a battle, and the Nian family had no choice but to agree.

They moaned and sighed all day long, and Nian Zhiqiu, who was about to become a bride, shed tears all day long.

Just this morning, Nian Zhiqiu left without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter expressing his unwillingness to marry Fu Nanxi.

Nian's father was worried, thinking hard about how to explain to Zhen Guohou, and also worried that his daughter would have troubles when she was alone.

Nian Zhixia saw that his father was about to go to Zhen Guohou's mansion to plead guilty, so he had a whim and said: "Why don't I marry my sister?"

Before Nian's father could say anything, Nian's mother hurriedly stopped her and said, "You are not your daughter's family. If your identity is exposed, you will die!"

Nian Zhixia calmly said: "When Zhen Guohou learned that my sister escaped from marriage, my sister will die. Then Fu Nanxi has been lingering in the sick bed all year round, and eight out of ten are inhumane. I should not expose it."

Father Nian asked: "If Chongxi works and he can consummate the room with you, what should you do?"

"If Chongxi can really work, why doesn't one of the rich and powerful people in the world live forever? Chongxi is just doing their best to obey the destiny. If Fu Nanxi gets better, he should die." Although Nian Zhixia thinks that Chongxi won't work, Then Fu Nanxi probably won't get better, but when he thinks that he might be executed, a thin layer of sweat can't help but secrete from his palms.

To ease his nervousness, he took a deep breath.

Father Nian disagreed and was about to speak when the eldest son Nian Zhichun came in.

Nian Zhichun closed the door, with a distressed expression on his face, he said: "The makeup girl sent by the Marquis of Zhen Guo has arrived."

Nian's father closed his eyes: "For my father, go to Zhen Guohou to plead guilty."

Nian Zhixia stopped in front of his father: "Even if my younger sister fled to the ends of the earth, Zhen Guohou can still catch her back. What should she do then?"

Nian's father became ruthless, and said in a trembling voice, "You can blame yourself, you can't blame others."

"Why does daddy say something against his will? Dad clearly doesn't want to marry my younger sister to Fu Nanxi." Nian Zhixia changed into her younger sister's clothes in front of her parents and elder brother, stuffed some cotton on her chest, and then said with a smile, "My sister and I are twins. Except for the difference in gender, we look almost exactly the same, enough to be fake. Don't worry, I will take care of myself."

When the voice fell, he opened the door and said with a choked voice, "Ms. Zhuang, please come in."

He was only ten and six years old, not yet fully grown, so he choked his throat like this, at first glance, he was almost the same as Nian Zhiqiu.

Zhuangniang was waiting outside, when she heard the bride calling her, she hurried in.

Nian's father sighed and stepped out, while Nian's mother turned her head away, unwilling to look.

Nian Zhichun was stunned, and pursed his lips, not knowing how to react.

Substitute marriage is obviously not a long-term solution, there will always be a day when it will be exposed.

Nian Zhixia looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and thought: How wonderful it would be if I were really a daughter.

Zhuang Niang praised: "Madam has a beautiful face, once you pass the door, you will definitely be favored by the eldest son."

What she said was not for the occasion, "Nian Zhiqiu" was indeed a rare beauty, with no changes in her eyebrows or eyes.

Nian Zhixia pretended to be shy and said: "It's ridiculous."

After putting on the makeup, Zhuang Niang invited Nian Zhichun out, intending to change into a wedding dress for "Nian Zhiqiu", but she heard "Nian Zhiqiu" say: "Let my mother change the wedding dress for me."

Zhuang Niang tactfully withdrew, and for a while, only Nian Zhixia and Nian Mu were left in the boudoir.

Nian's mother suddenly had tears in her eyes, grabbed Nian Zhixia's hand, and said nothing.

Nian Zhixia said in a brisk tone: "Mother, today is my day of great joy, don't cry and be ashamed."

What a happy day this is.

Nianmu couldn't laugh, and persuaded: "Zhixia, it's still too late to regret."

Nian Zhixia resolutely said: "Mother, I don't regret it."

Nian's mother had to change into a wedding dress for Nian Zhixia.

Nian Zhixia smiled and said: "Fortunately, my skeleton has not yet grown, and my figure is not far from Amei."

Nian's mother looked at Nian Zhixia and shed tears.

Nian Zhixia took the handkerchief, wiped away her mother's tears, and comforted her: "I haven't repaid my mother's kindness in nurturing, so nothing will happen."

No matter how you wipe the tears, you can't wipe them clean.

Nian Zhixia hugged his mother: "Mother, don't cry."

Nianmu finally stopped crying, and persuaded: "Zhixia, have you changed your mind?"

Nian Zhixia said firmly: "I will never change my mind."

When he was lucky, he whispered: "Mother, you, father and elder brother are ready to leave at any time. If I accidentally expose it, I will try my best to send a message to you."

"Mother wrote it down." Nian's mother reluctantly opened the door and let Fu Beishi, who was welcoming the bride on behalf of her elder brother, come in.

Nian Zhixia had already put on the phoenix crown and the red hijab, and he couldn't see Fu Beishi's eyebrows. Even so, he still felt that Fu Beishi stepped on his heart, making him throb all over, wishing he could jump into Fu Beishi's heart. In his arms, express his sincere feelings to him.

When he was young, a pair of brocade boots caught his eyes, and the owner of the brocade boots was Fu Beishi.

That's right, the reason why he voluntarily married his younger sister was not only for his younger sister, but also for the Nian family, but also for his secret unrequited love.

He was happy with Fu Beishi, but he was only the son of a poor scholar's family, while Fu Beishi was the second son of the Zhen Guohou's mansion. There was a difference between them. When this substitute marriage could help him get close to Fu Bei, he did not expect too much To be able to be in love with Fu Beishi, he just wanted to be closer to Fu Beishi, and even closer.

Fu Beishi didn't know what "Nian Zhiqiu" was thinking at all, and said politely: "Sister-in-law, please."

Nianzhi Xia Yi stood up and followed Fu Beishi out.

How good would it be if Fu Beishi suffered from the habit of breaking sleeves?How great would it be if he was going to marry Fu Beishi today?

He thought silently, staggered, and hit Fu Beishi's back with his forehead.

His forehead hurt, his heart beat out of order, and the phoenix crown almost fell off. He collected himself, raised his hand to straighten the phoenix crown, and apologized to Fu Beishi: "Uncle, I'm sorry."

Fu Beishi stopped in his tracks, turned around, and suddenly smelled a scent of fat and powder.

Seeing that Fu Bei was silent, Nian Zhixia said again, "Uncle, I'm sorry."

Fu Beishi said indifferently: "It's okay, is sister-in-law okay?"

Nian Zhixia said timidly: "Thank you uncle for your concern, I am fine."

"That's good." Fu Beishi continued to walk forward.

Nian's family is not big, and after a while, Nian Zhixia has left Nian's family and got into the sedan chair.

He opened the car curtain slightly, took a peek at Fu Beishi, and then put down the car curtain.

There was lively chattering outside, he had mixed feelings in his heart, so he couldn't listen to it.

Soon, he will marry Fu Beishi's elder brother, Fu Nanxi, and truly become Fu Beishi's elder sister-in-law.

Unexpectedly, when it was time to pay a visit, Fu Nanxi did not show up for a long time.

Could it be that Fu Nanxi died of illness before he could pay his respects?

If so, will he, a newlywed who has lost her role as a happy bride, be sent back to her natal family, or will she be left in this town as a widow?

What if the Marquis of Zhen Guo turned his anger on him, on Nian's family?

He was panicking when Mrs. Zhen Guohou suddenly walked to Fu Bei and whispered in his ear.

Fu Beishi glanced at "Nian Zhiqiu", nodded and said, "My son knows."

Immediately afterwards, when Nian Zhixia saw Fu Bei standing beside him, he heard the bridesmaid say loudly, "Bow to heaven and earth."

Apparently, Fu Beishi not only wanted to greet the relatives on behalf of Fu Nanxi, but also paid homage to him on behalf of Fu Nanxi.

Fu Beishi will pay homage to him.

It could be regarded as satisfying his delusion.

"Two thanks to the high hall."

"Happy husband and wife."

Fu Beishi had never seen the face of "Nian Zhiqiu" covered by a red hijab, but "Nian Zhiqiu" came to congratulate his elder brother, the important thing is the horoscope, not the appearance.

He straightened up one step later than "Nian Zhiqiu", and accidentally saw a pair of eyebrows and eyes under the red hijab, frowning and frowning, with affectionate and provocative emotions.

But it turned out that "Nian Zhiqiu" had the appearance he liked, which made him want to make her his own.

It's a pity that she has become his elder sister-in-law, even if he is the one who welcomes the bride and pays homage to him, it won't change anything.

The author has something to say:

happy New Year:)

Received the document: "After penetrating into my own fanfiction, the identity of the deity collapsed", the copy is as follows:

Zheyunxian's respected teacher Zheyun is graceful and graceful, abstinent and self-disciplined, with profound morality, even if he breaks into the dragon's lake and tiger's lair alone, he can still keep blood away in white clothes.

After saving the world, he retreated from the world and lived in seclusion, and everyone thought he had disappeared.

In order to commemorate him, many literati and ink writers competed to write countless stories for him, such as: "The Unparalleled Love Between the Immortal and the Demon", "The Immortal is Below, and the Demon is Above", "The Sick Immortal and the Pearl Embryo Are Dark" Knot"……

Shi Zheyun was full of doubts: Why do you all think that the deity and the demon are a pair?The deity clearly sealed the demon with his own hands.

Later, he transmigrated into "The Sick and Weak Immortal's Dark Knot in the Embryo", but fortunately he hadn't had a dark knot in the bead's womb, he was just locked in a golden cage, out of the sun, with a slight movement, the bell tied to his ankle would snap. Jingle.

One day later, he saw the Demon Lord, who was dressed in a black robe, full of evil spirits.

He wanted to ask the demon to release him, but suddenly the demon grabbed his jaw, and he coughed violently before he could resist.

By the way, his current body is sick and broken, and he has not even achieved Taoism.

Mozun kissed Shi Zheyun's brows and eyes distressedly: "Zheyun, is it hard?"

Shi Zheyun pushed Mozun away, scolding Mozun in his heart for asking nonsense, after he stopped coughing, he said: "Let me out."

Mozun asked strangely: "Why do you want me to let you out? Didn't you ask me to lock you up in this golden cage?"

Shi Zheyun pointed to the bell on the ankle again: "Untie it."

"You also want to wear this bell yourself, what kind of interest are you talking about?" Mozun really didn't understand Xianzun's hobbies.

The author not only made him sickly, but also gave him such a shameful habit.

Shi Zheyun was so angry that he wanted to turn the author into a mouse and put him among the cats.

Xu Shi was so angry that he passed out.

When he woke up, he found himself being held in the arms of the Demon Venerable, and he heard the Demon Venerable whisper softly: "Zheyun, you should take a good rest, I will accompany you."

After a few days, he finally healed his body, kicked Mo Zun off the bed neatly, covered his stomach, and said angrily: "You bastard, don't hurt the child."