The Starting Point of Raising a Husband

In the early spring of March, the branches of pears outside the yard were spring-like green shoots, and clusters of pear pollen were as white as snow.

It was cold last night, and this morning the water in the big blue-black tank under the eaves was covered with ice.

The suddenly cold weather caused a lot of snow, and even the charcoal basin that had been removed in the house was re-lit.

But no amount of hot charcoal can warm the cold heart at this moment.

She will die soon.

The day before yesterday, she was in high school, and she entered the countdown to her life today.

The great joy and great sorrow of life have been caught up by her, and it is not too much to say mmp.

Shi Qing sat on the bed with his head folded in his hands, feeling that maybe the way he got up this morning was wrong.

She closed her eyes reluctantly and opened them again. In front of her, except for the light blue bed curtain, what she couldn't get rid of was the cold and ruthless transparent panel.

Name: Shi Qing

Age: 17

Identity: Cannon Fodder

She's not even a supporting actress!

These are not important, the most important thing is the last health bar called "Life".

The blood volume bottomed out, and only a thin layer of blood skin remained.

The red is particularly conspicuous, and the red makes people panic.

At best, it can last for two days, at worst, it may be one or two hours.

Shi Qing pulled her hair, bent down desperately and buried her face in the quilt, breathing heavily.

Why do you see this panel? It has to start with her divorce yesterday.

Shi Qing and her mother Shi Ju met a good friend Shen Yuan when she went to Beijing to take the exam.

Afterwards, both of them entered the courtroom as they wished.

Shen Yuan had better luck. Because she was studying and not married yet and her skin was good-looking, she was married to her by the eldest prince who was still the prince at the time.

A year later, Shi Ju gave birth to a daughter, Shi Qing.

The eldest prince gave birth to a son, one year younger than her, called Shen Yu.

Although the marriage of the two families was a verbal agreement, it happened that one woman and one man were indeed fate, and this matter spread in the capital.

Outsiders say that Shi Qing is now second in high school and may marry the son of the Shen family someday.

There are so many famous and beautiful people, it's the envy of the whole capital.

The facts do not match the rumors.

Years have passed, the situation of the court has changed, and the spirit and sense of the past have gradually faded away due to the reality.

The eldest prince specially prepared a generous gift at Shijia’s banquet yesterday.

Everyone in the Shi family thought he came to talk about marriage, but the old man came out to greet him in person with a cane.

In the end, they came to break off the marriage.

It's not that straightforward, but that's what it means.

"Although Qinger and Yuer haven't seen each other a few times, Yuer treats her as a sister in her heart. Today, Qinger's happy day, it's better for you and me The family officially recognizes a godfather, and it will be a family in the future."

Yesterday happened to be crowded, and the news of Shi Qing's divorce spread all over the capital as if it had grown wings.

Tanhua, appointed by the emperor, was divorced by the Shen family, and Shi Qing became a laughing stock in the capital overnight.

The fame is still there, but the husband is gone.

That is, the moment when Shi Qing was divorced, the plot was activated.

Only then did Shi Qing realize that he was a cannon fodder in "The Concubine's Counterattack" and a tool to promote the plot.

Shen Yu is the white moonlight in the heart of the hero and heroine Chang Shu.

Interestingly, Chang Shu is the champion of this class.

In the book, Shi Qing, the cannon fodder, lost her face because of her divorce.

It turned out to be unsuccessful.

Shen Yu was rescued by the heroine, and the relationship between the two sprouted a small flame of love, laying the foundation for the future giant ship.

Shi Qing was even worse.

Her mother was suspended at home because of this incident, and she also lost her fame and title. Since then, she has embarked on the road of blackening, dedicated to adding blockage to the heroine, and was finally pressed by the heroine who is a very powerful official. The charge of treason was hung on the wall and exposed to the sun for seven days and seven nights.

No one asked her if she knew anything wrong.

The ending of Shi Qing in the book is to die of thirst, and Shi Jia's end is even more tragic.

There are still remnants of the lively celebration outside yesterday, and the red lanterns hanging in the yard have not had time to take down.

The big girl Mihe, who was supposed to wait for her to get up and wash, is now arguing with people, and the words are clearly passed into Shiqing's ears.

"My master didn't get divorced, he recognized a godfather. Your ear was cut off for cooking yesterday. Didn't you hear what the eldest prince said so clearly?"

"I will hear you chewing on the base of your master's tongue in the future, be careful I will cut your tongue with a knife!"

Honey can't do anything else, only the savage protector, I can't hear others say that she is not good.

Now I finally have this chance to live again, so I cherish it.

In the past few years, she not only had to adapt to the society of women, but also re-learned.

Now I finally passed the third flower test, and I was declared dead before I had time to be happy.

Life just gave so little sweetness, just as I was about to put it in my mouth, I was knocked to the ground by fate.

The mud rolled in a circle, so dirty that the original color could not be seen.

The sound of arguing outside continued, listening to the movement was like a girl Jinzhan in the old man's courtyard.

The other party is yin and yang.

If it were normal, Shi Qing would endure it in order to be a good boy.

Today, she lifted the quilt and went to the ground, strode out of the room, and opened the thick cloth curtain at the door with a sigh.

She came out barefoot and looked at Jinzhan with deep eyes.

Shi Qing looks like her father, bright and beautiful, except for a pair of peach blossom eyes that are not smiling like her mother.

If it hadn't been too good-looking, it wouldn't have been chosen as the third flower.

No one knows that the third flower has the best appearance in the top three over the years.

In the past, Shi Qing's eyes always had a three-point smile, and he seemed to be easy to get along with. Now his face has cooled down, the smile in his eyes has faded, and the momentum is down, which is actually a bit terrifying.

When did Jinzhan see this expression, she shivered in fright, "Little Master."

"What's the noise?" Shi Qing asked.

Mihe saw Shiqing and walked out barefoot in a thin middle coat. She didn't care about anything else, she quickly opened the thick cloth curtain that blocked the wind and went in to get the cloak and shoes.

Jinzhan saluted, "The old man sent me to ask if the little master is awake."

"Can't you see if I wake up?" Shi Qing raised his eyelids and said in a bad tone, "Even if you couldn't see it just now, you can see it now."

She hasn't had a good life for two days, is she still telling you about courtesy, righteousness, benevolence, wisdom, trustworthiness?

Jinzhan was stunned for a moment.

The wind picked up in the early morning, mixed with the coolness of late winter and early spring, and shivered when it was freezing.

She turned and walked inside.

Maybe she had a good temper in the past, Jinzhan turned her arm across to stop her, "Old man let you pass..."

“Pop—”

A crisp slap slapped on Jinzhan's face, interrupting her unfinished words.

Shi Qing's palms were numb, his fingers slowly tightened and hung by his side, staring at Jinzhan coldly, "You stop me?"

She sneered, "You dare to stop me?"

Since I heard her and Mihe in the room just now that she had been divorced, a fire was burning in Shiqing's chest.

She's a dying person, so she won't suffocate herself.

Don't mention Jinzhan, even if the old man came over, she didn't look good.

I love whoever, she will not serve.

Can the left and right endings be worse than hanging on the wall and dying of thirst?

Shi Qing went straight into the room, and when she passed Jinzhan's body, her shoulder deliberately bumped her arm, "Next time you come to this hospital, show me some respect."

Shi Qing glanced at her sideways, coldly pressing, "Remember, I am the master."

Just like Jinzhan, those who didn't know thought she was the granddaughter of the old man. Relying on my grandfather to serve the old man for many years, I really don't take myself as a slave.

Jin Zhan covered her face and lowered her head, her eyes twinkling, she answered "yes" in a low voice, but she didn't see the arrogant look just now.

When Mihe ran out with a thick cloak and shoes, she happened to see this scene and almost cried out in excitement.

"How can you just slap her, just like Jinzhan's mouth that can't spit out ivory, but you can't slap her with both hands!"

She has to sue when she goes back, so she might as well slap her twice now.

Mihe regretted dying, why didn't she do it.

"Quick, quick, quick, quick, pour me a glass of hot water."

Shi Qingliang shivered and climbed onto the bed, wrapping the bedding and sitting cross-legged, lips pouting, "I'm freezing to death."

The only thing on her body now is the slap that swiped Jinzhan just now, which is hot and hot and faintly numb.

Shi Qing sniffed at his red palms.

Cool!

So cool!

It turns out that losing your temper is this feeling!

She has been wearing it for four or five years. The original owner died of illness. She has been cautious and cautious since she wore it, for fear that she would look out of tune with this world and be regarded as an alien.

After all, in her society, the technology for men to have children has not yet been developed, and here, men should have children.

All the male mothers with their pregnant belly and cubs look around.

Where has Shiqing ever seen such a world?

Isn’t it just hanging on the wall?

Shi Qing held the steaming tea cup in both hands, his eyes were shining and his eyes were bright.

She has a hard time, so don't think about being comfortable!

Shi Qing has a gorgeous face, which is suitable for publicity and beauty, and she wants to stretch her eyebrows in the face of the sun.

She lived too carefully, so that the pearl was covered with a layer of black gauze, and she nodded and lowered her eyebrows to hide her original brilliance.

Wu Zun world generally praises men only to praise their appearance, and describes the other party as looking like a Luoshen, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

But who doesn't love beauty?

Even if she dies, she has to put on a beautiful shroud and lie in the best coffin before dying.

From now on she has wronged no one can wrong herself.

"Let's go out." Shi Qing said to Mihe, "It's time to get the custom-made hairpin for daddy. Tomorrow's birthday, I'll give it to him in advance."

Shi Qing was saddened, she finally got such a daddy who loves her.

"Okay." Mihe happily opened the closet to choose clothes for Shiqing, and her trumpet kept blaring.

"If I tell you, you should go out for a walk, and let those who think you become depressed after you get divorced take a good look, my little master, the third flower appointed by the Holy High today, can be rare man?"

Listen!

Shi Qing chose a bright red dress. It was a color she had not dared to try before, but it was unexpectedly suitable.

The bright colors made the panel dull and transparent, obscuring the urgency of the life bar.

The only bad thing is that the embroidery of this dress is average, and the golden moiré on the skirt and sleeves looks like a ball of wool, which has no beauty.

"When the little master talks about embroidery, he naturally has to count the Yun family. I heard that the young master of her family, Yun Zhi, is very good at embroidering peonies."

Shiqing didn't know about these, or it was never closed before.

Yun Zhi?

Shi Qing remembered.

Very well, the peony on the shroud is handed over to him.