How could he not be angry? He was so angry that he almost died.
Her man was furious, so Yu'er stretched out her snow-white hand and patted his chest, which was heaving in front of her, trying to calm him down.
As winter approaches, my husband is as angry as a puffed-up fish every other day. After all, he is young and energetic, and has not learned the Da Gan technique of cultivating qi at all. His emotions are all shown on his face.
Yu'er was also helpless. You see, they are all cousins, with the same grandfather, and several princes are busy fighting for power, but her family has such a weirdo.
He has no ambition at all and all he wants is to live a simple life with himself. Yuer doesn't actually think this is bad. After all, a stable life is the real thing.
As for the rest, she really didn't have such great ambitions, and Hu Yanlie's life was ordinary.
Every day before dawn, he would struggle to get out of the land of comfort, and go out to work with a sullen face and no words.
Yu'er stayed in the tent, making clothes, reading books, and thinking about what to eat for lunch.
At noon, the man came back cursing, and all he cursed were his incompetent cousins who liked to muddy the waters and were ambitious.
After having dinner with his wife, Hu Yanlie liked to hug Yu'er when they were three steps away from each other.
The petite daughter-in-law sat quietly in his arms, her slender white hands threading the needle with great dexterity.
His eyes were calm and peaceful, and he just kept staring until he became almost infatuated.
Hu Yanlie started making clothes in the fall, a fox fur vest that he wore next to his skin to keep warm.
A long robe in the style of a large gan was made for the outside, and on the outside it was paired with a plush cloak made of snow-white fox fur.
In order to make it look good, Yuer cleverly embroidered a few patterns of plum blossoms and falling snow on the cloak. It was beautiful and warm. She finally got it done at the right time.
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