Village Girl Struggle - Chapter 269 Extra (Kanka 1)

The sun is shining, it is the season when spring flowers bloom and grass grows and warblers fly.

On the eighth day of April every year, Huanhua Country has a long history of Hundred Flowers Festival.

Huanhua has an open-minded and enthusiastic and outgoing national style. Every time this pleasant holiday comes, anyone who has some conditions at home will have a family outing to enjoy the flowers.

Especially the girls and boys, they have to put on bright spring shirts and dress brightly.

Meet three or five friends, either on horseback or in a cabriolet, talking, laughing, and playing around.

Or watch the scenery by the water and go fishing, or sit under the flowers and trees, chanting poems and drinking tea.

And the active one wore a riding attire, with a sword on his back, whizzing around, shooting and hunting in the woods, showing his bold and heroic posture.

Of course, although most of these amusement crowds are young people, there are also white-haired old people and middle-aged women and men.

The scene of the white-haired old woman sitting under the blossoming tree supported by a small waiter certainly makes people sigh that the pear blossoms and begonias match, and they appreciate the perishable spring scenery even more.

But a pair of wives who are helping hand in hand are even more enviable.

It's another situation for middle-aged tourists.

It is mostly a family with a little girl and a little son, or a wife headed by a couple of servants and a group of children, lively, laughter, and there is no harmony.

On such days, visitors are generally in a good mood.

As a result, many hawkers are attracted to do business.

Selling kites, ball, windmills and other toys, selling all kinds of sweet and salty snacks, in short, are almost used in the wild in this spring, that is everything.

"Hey, there are other sellers of hats and paper umbrellas here."

"Who would buy it in such a nice weather."

Passersby spoke with slight contempt.

Everyone is enjoying the great spring. This person is setting up a stall here, obviously he wants to curse the rain!

"That's right, it's not in vain..."

You say a word to me. Hearing that the selling lady's face suddenly became a little silly, she shrank and lowered her head.

I felt a little regretful, I shouldn't have listened to the words of my newly recognized niece and went out to sell these items made by myself.

The woman next to her stopped doing it, picked up a hat, and said loudly, "The weather is good, so I need to wear a hat!"

Seeing the unbelief of passers-by, he continued. "At noon, the sun will be a little bit dry, if you don't bring a hat or umbrella to cover it. The skin is easy to become thick and dark. Our hat is only ten cents apiece, and it's not expensive. It looks good and special. There are pairs of hats..."

Seeing groups of people coming up to watch. Show the pointed end of the hat to everyone.

"There are all kinds of tricks on the top, look at how good my aunt's craftsmanship is."

He put it on his head again, and showed it to everyone.

"Oh, this sister has really nice skin."

It is really rare for a hawker in this village to see a woman with such a delicate skin. The face was pure and white, almost as snowy, with no flaws in it. It looks like a young girl, at least a mature young woman over 20. I don't know what to eat and how to maintain it.

Even if he was wearing coarse brown clothes, he looked at the water lingeringly.

Set up a stall here to sell goods. It's really a pity.

The woman wearing a hat smiled generously while listening to the praise. In the sun, his eyes and teeth appear even brighter, but the upper part of his face is covered by the hat. Just looking at the part below the nose, he feels beautiful and beautiful.

"If you want your skin to be white, you have to protect it from the sun and rain."

The woman took the opportunity to sell the goods she was holding, and as expected, there was a young lady in the audience.

"Miss, there are two of the same design. Why don't you buy two, one with your own, and one as a gift?"

The oil-blue bamboo hats, on the pointed side, the various flowers scalded with red-hot charcoal, although the color is single, but the shades seem to be divided into colorful colors, which is really elegant and moving.

"Okay, let's have two tops."

The girl paid the money happily, took two hats, and smiled and handed one to the young man beside her. The man took it with a silly smile and hurriedly put it on her head. Sure enough, this pair was wearing The hats of the same design looked very harmonious, and the two people walked away holding hands in the eyes of everyone.

Everyone reacted and they all paid for it, almost all of them bought one by one. After a while, the hat was almost robbed.

The aunt who sells hats smiled all over her face holding the heavy money bag in her hand.

"Jiang family girl, it's still a good idea for you."

This little lady, who had only seen her alone before, was very pitiful. She was taken in for a month or two. Who would have thought of such a good fortune.

Goods that could not make a lot of money in the first place, but hulled a little, looked good, and the selling price also went up.

Sure enough, good people are rewarded.

The young woman who helped sell the hats was not Jiang Ying.

On that day, in the nine-turn Xuantian formation, Jiang Ying was dragged by Du Hongsheng, but after an unsuccessful struggle, he was actually brought back to Huanhua Nation by the formation.

Jiang Ying didn't know why he went back to Huanhua Country, his body seemed to be the same as he was in the Da Zhao Dynasty?

Originally returning to Huanhua Country was something she was thinking about, but being forced to pass through her husband and son on the wedding night, it made people feel less happy.

What's even more compelling is that even if you return to Huanhua Country, you don't have to go back to the year Jiang Ying just died in his previous life.

It happened that she returned fifty years later!

Fifty years later, let alone his father and queen, the emperor's sister was dead almost 20 years ago.

Even the queen who succeeded to the throne, Jiang Ying's little niece, abdicated and became the emperor, and now it is the eldest daughter of the little niece sitting on the throne.

The people Jiang Ying wanted to meet were no longer there.

Even the little niece was dim-eyed, afraid that she would have forgotten her aunt, who died young.

Besides, I changed my appearance, if I run to my little niece and say that I am your auntie...

The fate of teasing the Supreme Emperor can be imagined.

It must be the wrong way of her crossing!

Blame that **** Du Hong!

Under the full of anger, it was almost a few days after he walked through, Jiang Ying tried to escape from Du Hong.

Of course, I can't say escaping, it's just that... I didn't say hello to Du Hong when I left.

Jiang Ying went to the imperial tomb and worshipped his mother, father, queen, and sister, as well as his predecessor.

It was unexpectedly discovered that there were two other men buried with him.

The fifth son of Zhengjun Ji. Because the prince died before the marriage, the five sons of Ji cried and sacrificed before the spirit. As a result, he died of excessive grief and was named the prince Zhengjun by the queen.

As for the Murongfeng who fell in love with the prince, it was probably seen on the face of the royal husband Murong He. He also gave Murongfeng the name of the side husband, and was buried in the same grave with the prince along with the fifth son of Ji. .

Of course, this was because the queen didn't know the truth about her sister's death, and only regarded it as a death. Otherwise, even if the Murong family is dissatisfied with the clan, they will be thrown into exile.

Seeing himself a hundred years later, there is actually a Wang Fu on the side, which made Jiang Ying, who was in a heavy heart, a little bit ridiculous.

Where is this king's death!

It's an eternal injustice!

PS:

Xiao Fengfeng (snarling): Is there any mistake? I won't have a righteous room after I die! ! !

Xiao Yingying (Tears of Wide Noodles): Eternal injustice~ This king does not love life and love beautiful men~

Ji Wu (cough): Actually, my son, cough, he was sick. . . It's not heartbroken~