The Chen family, because Old Madam Qu was in charge, could still give girls and daughters-in-law who were not related by blood a chance to make a name for themselves;
The Heng family is relatively lenient with their daughters, allowing them to study but not to touch the family property.
However, the Bai family guarded their daughter very closely and even threw the women in the family out as resources, taking them as second wives or concubines in exchange for support from the officialdom.
Xianjin sighed softly.
The evening breeze is cool in early winter.
Xianjin was dressed warmly, with a shit-yellow jacket covering his shoulders and waist tightly. He was as sturdy as a shit-yellow roadside tree that didn't care much about its image.
Heng Wuniang had dressed up carefully. Although she was also wearing a jacket, it was surprisingly thin, trying to fully show off her graceful figure.
When the cold wind blew, Heng Wuniang's fingertips turned purple.
Xianjin lowered his head, took off the shit-yellow cloak, and calmly wrapped it around Heng Wuniang's neck.
"No matter how cold it is, you have to dress warmly."
Xianjin said softly, "Go ahead," and then he handed over the last wooden stick in his sleeve with both hands, "You can come, but Hengji and others can't come."
In the alley, the lights are dim, and the unique gray eaves and corners of Huizhou are like a complex and quiet mountain scenery.
Heng Wuniang was slightly stunned, her eyes fixed on the wooden skewer with complicated expressions.
The evening breeze blew, and the smell of fruit wine from the banquet fermented and blew to the noses of the two.
Heng Wuniang found herself spinning.
Xianjin stretched out the thin wooden stick and asked, "Do you want it or not?"
Heng Wuniang took it tentatively.
Xianjin didn't stay for long, took Fat Huahua with him, turned around and left.
Heng Wuniang stood there in a daze, sniffing.
The color of this cloak has a somewhat ominous connotation, but it has a heavy, warm herbal scent.
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