After The Divorce, I Became the Favorite of the Powerful Ministers

Xiao Hanzheng's body was very weak. After drinking a bowl of porridge, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Shi Qingluo didn't affect him, and went out to help Xiao's mother and others clean up.

Busy until the afternoon, after dinner, Shi Qing fell back to Xiao Hanzheng's room and found the book and held it.

After watching for a while, Xiao Hanzheng woke up.

I don't know if it was because of Shi Qingluo's so-called sugar water and porridge, he felt that his body was not so weak at this time.

He would be able to prop himself up half-sitting.

Seeing that Shiqing was reading the script, he asked, "Are you literate?"

He didn't despise Shi Qingluo, but was surprised.

There are no literate women in the village, and it is difficult for boys to go to school.

Shi Qingluo moved away from the script and looked at him, "Know!"

"When I was in the Taoist temple, I learned from the old Taoist master."

The old Taoist master really taught Yuanshen and other four Taoist boys to read and write.

She added, "When the Taoist master makes alchemy, we have to help record the opening time, midway changes, closing time, etc."

Lao Dao focused on teaching the two boys, Yuan Shi and another girl doing odd jobs, and they knew only common simple words, not too many.

Her grandfather liked ancient literature. She was rebellious when she was young, so she was taken home by her grandfather and asked to use a brush to copy scriptures or to meditate in ancient texts every day.

Therefore, she not only knows the basic characters of traditional characters, but can also write them down.

This stalk of Lao Dao is really easy to use. You can push everything to him and give a thumbs up for his wit.

Xiao Hanzheng was half-confident, "So that's the case."

He found a topic to chat, "Is this book good?"

Shi Qingluo pouted in disgust, "It's not so good, the dog-blooded routine that Miss Scholar met is too boring and crooked."

In the past, when she was free, she would read novels to pass the time. In ancient times, this routine is not played in modern times.

"Then you are still so fascinated." Xiao Hanzheng laughed.

Shi Qingluo yawned, "I'm bored, just take a look and pass the time."

She looked at him with a half-smile, "Do you like reading this kind of script?"

You look like Xiao Hanzheng, I misread you.

Xiao Hanzheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "This is a copy of the words I brought back from the county town before I fell into a coma. I don't like to read it myself."

Shi Qingluo actually felt that he didn't seem like someone who would like to read this kind of storybook.

"It turned out to be for making money."

She asked again: "Then why don't you write it yourself? It should be more profitable than copying books."

Xiao Hanzheng said helplessly: "I don't know the love between these scholars and the young lady, and I don't like this kind of plot, so I can't write it."

He chose to copy the script because the money he gave was higher.

Shi Qingluo touched his chin, "Then what kind of bridge do you like?"

"What do you mean?" Xiao Hanzheng always felt that there was something in her words.

Shi Qing said: "I can help you with ideas, plots and plots, and you go to polish your pen."

Xiao Hanzheng raised his eyebrows, "Do you know the love story of those scholars and young ladies?"

It doesn't look like it!

Shi Qing rolled his eyes at him, "You think too much, what I said is that we can write about other topics."

"For example, Xiuxian." She has read many Xiuxian novels and TV series.

She didn't want to copy someone else's. She felt that she could come up with a lot of plots. She had never eaten pork and always saw a pig run.

She has never been in a relationship before, so if she wants to try marriage with Xiao Hanzheng, she must have a common language to chat before they can get along well.

If you do the same thing together, it will be easy to have topics and get along more naturally.

This is why Xiao Hanzheng is suggested to try writing a storybook.

She was both a school bully and a school bully when she was young. All the boys and girls who bullied her classmates were beaten by her, so no boys dared to chase after her.

When she was in college, there were many people chasing her, but unfortunately she didn't like any of them.

After graduating from university, she went against her parents' wishes and instead of going to the company, she joined the Agricultural Research Institute instead.

The mind is all on the research, and there is no time and energy to talk about it.

Xiao Hanzheng was stunned, "Xianxian?"

Shi Qingluo nodded, "Yeah, for example, the protagonist is a country boy who suddenly got an adventure one day, and then embarked on the journey of immortality."

Xiao Hanzheng was a little interested, "Tell me carefully, I should be able to write this."

He can accept this subject, and he is really incapable of accepting the love and love stories of those scholar ladies or scholar goblins.

Shi Qingluo chatted with Xiao Hanzheng.

The two didn't stop until there was a knock on the door.

When Shi Qingluo opened the door, she saw Mother Xiao came in with a quilt.

Mother Xiao said to Shi Qingluo with a gentle smile: "Zheng'er has already woken up, and I don't need to keep watch with Baili and Erlang at night. I'll take your quilt here."

From Mother Xiao's point of view, the two are already married, so the husband and wife naturally want to live together.

"Okay, thank you mother." Shi Qingluo also knew what she meant.

And there are actually no other rooms in the house to live in.

This is the original old house of the Xiao family, with only two rooms.

Originally, Mother Xiao and her daughter lived in one room, and Xiao Hanzheng and Erlang lived in one room.

The day before she got married, Mother Xiao invited someone to live in their own room, separated by a small cubicle for Erlang.

It is impossible for Shi Qingluo to go to mother Xiao

When people are crowded together, it is even more impossible to aggrieve yourself to live in the firewood room.

Anyway, she and Xiao Hanzheng were already married. Although they didn't go to church, they had a marriage certificate, which was equivalent to the current marriage certificate.

Since they are husband and wife, they still have to try marriage, no matter whether they are divorced or not, it is nothing to live together.

Anyway, before she disagrees, Xiao Hanzheng don't think about doing anything to her, otherwise she will smash his head.

The smile on Mother Xiao's face deepened, "The family is welcome."

Xiao Hanzheng did not expect that Shi Qingluo would agree to live in a room with him.

When she thought that there was really no other place to live at home, she wouldn't feel wronged going to the woodshed for her temperament.

But even if she wanted to go to the woodshed, they wouldn't agree.

He suddenly thought, should she choose to sleep in Erlang's couch at night, or sleep in the same bed with him?

Of course, he couldn't have wronged his daughter-in-law to sleep on the couch, he was just curious.

Mother Xiao put the quilt on the side of Xiao Hanzheng's bed.

Said to him: "When you are well, go to thank the patriarch and others in person. When you were in a coma, your family received a lot of care from them."

"The old house didn't make trouble today, and it's because the patriarch is there."

It is also possible that it was Qingluo that the two shrews didn't come.

Otherwise, if you change it to normal, people from the old house will definitely come to make trouble, or occupy a table to eat.

Of course, she didn't tell her son this, it would be bad for him to misunderstand Qingluo as a tigress.

Qing Luo was gentle, gentle and kind, and she was forced to do it by the best.

Yes, that's it.

Xiao Hanzheng nodded, "I should thank you."

In the last life, the patriarch and others gave him and his family a lot of help, no matter before or after the separation.

He always remembered these kindnesses.

In the last life, he repaid, but this life belongs to this life, and he will still repay.

Hearing Mother Xiao mentioned the old house again, his originally gentle eyes turned cold.