Wearing a crimson groom's suit, he swayed from side to side and fell on the bed, sitting next to the bride.
The bride panicked and moved slightly to the side.
The groom seemed almost unable to open his eyes. He raised his fingers and fell asleep before he said anything.
The bride turned her head and looked at the sleeping groom for a while, then spoke in a soft voice, "There is a trail at the back of the mountain. There is no one guarding it. You can go down the mountain."
The groom's snoring stopped, and the room became quiet for a while.
"You know I'm not asleep?"
"I don't know."
"But...now I know."
Wang Erlang sat up and looked at the bride in front of him, whose face was still covered with veil.
He was a little curious, curious about the surprising face under the veil, so much so that he had not seen her face even once in the few days he had been in the village.
Wang Erlang raised his hand to remove her veil, but the bride was so frightened that she moved back.
Wang Erlang's hand stopped in mid-air, then he took it back after thinking about it.
If the bride is really ugly, what should I say to ease the embarrassment without hurting my self-esteem? It's really a bit nerve-wracking.
With this thought in mind, he stood up and walked around the boudoir.
"Can you also write poems and paintings?"
Looking at some literati works displayed in the room, Wang Zhi broke the ice. He was a little surprised to see these things in a bandit's village.
"I only have a superficial understanding of it. These are my late mother's relics."
Wang Erlang asked in surprise: "Isn't your mother an aborigine from the village?"
"No." Miss Wen shook her head and spoke to him, "My father said that my mother was originally from an official family in the capital, but my grandfather was framed and wronged by someone in the court, and was exiled by the court. He passed by the foot of Taihang Mountain. We were attacked by bandits, and my grandfather, grandmother, and uncle were all in trouble at that time. Only my mother was saved by my father, and she later settled in Langya Village."
"Oh? Then your father is really a timely helper."
The old man and the man were dead, leaving only a eldest girl. Wang Erlang couldn't help but think about this scene.
The young lady heard the disbelief in his words, but she didn't argue with him, and the scene became cold again for a while.
Wang Erlang still couldn't hold it back and asked: "Is there a possibility that the bandits who haunt the Taihang Mountains are the people in Langya Village?"
"no."
"How do you say that?"
"The bandits my mother and the others encountered were from Centipede Village, which is not far away from our Langya Village. The two villages had a grudge over the farmland. Later, the dispute between the two villages became bigger and bigger because of the incident involving my mother's family, and it gradually evolved into Today’s irreconcilable blood feud.”
"What's the reason for the hatred? Farmland?"
Wang Erlang keenly caught this inappropriate word. Bandits and farmland...could there be any relationship between the two?
"Yes, farmland," the little lady asked nodded, "our village makes a living from farming and hunting. We only go down the mountain to plunder during times of famine. However, we only plunder powerful families, and we do not rob homes or harm ordinary people passing by. .”
"Farming with a hoe, and becoming a bandit with a knife and gun." Wang Erlang chuckled, "It's really interesting."
But he also believed it. The day before yesterday, he had seen the bride's maid Zhuer coming down the mountain carrying a hoe.
I thought that this village was originally a serious village for ordinary people, but in this remote place, it was impossible to support so many mouths without a windfall. They cut off the roads and made meat every day. Wang Erlang said it was understandable.
"Are you and your father the only two people in your family?"
Wang Erlang casually browsed through the literati's classics and chatted with his bride about household matters.
"I have a brother." The bride replied, sitting on the corner of the bed, seemingly not averse to chatting with others.
"Oh?" Wang Zhi closed the book and asked in surprise, "Why haven't you seen me today?"
"In the past few days, there has been another conflict between our village and Centipede Village. He is guarding the village."
"Your two uncles in charge have time to go back to the village to have a drink, so why doesn't your brother have time?"
The bride was a little speechless, and after a while she said, "He doesn't like me."
"Why?"
"My mother passed away after giving birth to me. He thinks I killed my mother."
Wang Erlang shook his head and chuckled: "Ignorance."
The bride retorted, "You don't understand."
Wang Erlang smiled even brighter, "Yes, yes, I don't understand."
He didn't want to talk about feudal superstition and other topics with people of this era. After countless beatings over the years, he completely gave up convincing anyone.
"May I have your name?"
After Wang Erlang asked this question, he also touched his nose in embarrassment. After all, he was married to his wife, but he didn't even know her name. This was the cause of the incident.
"Ask Shu."
The bride didn't think there was anything wrong and replied to him simply.
"Ask Shu..." Wang Erlang murmured, then walked to the bed and lowered his body, "Can you tell me why you hide your face all day long?"
Wenshu was startled and said, "I... have an illness."
"What's wrong?"
The woman in front of him was sick. Wang Zhi knew this without guessing. If she wasn't sick, would the village owner's daughter still have to force him to marry an outsider?
If he wasn't sick, a living person wouldn't be hiding in his room with his face covered all day long, never leaving the door.
However, Wang Zhi still asked this question. There is a gap between his understanding of this era and his scientific understanding of some diseases. Of course, Wang Zhi also has a different scientific understanding from that of the Song Dynasty people.
In addition, he is also afraid that there are some contagious diseases, and he can prevent and isolate them after understanding them.
Wenshu shrank and breathed a little quickly. Finally, he lowered his head and answered him honestly, "Ye Mei."
"Ye Mei..."
Wang Zhi frowned and couldn't remember what the problem was for a while, but it sounded very familiar.
Wenshu felt his speechlessness and lowered his head.
Suddenly, the person in front of him patted his thigh and said with some understanding, "Isn't this just a sun allergy!"
Wenshu raised his head, a little confused, "Wha... what Min?"
"Oh, nothing."
Wang Zhi did not explain to her what sunlight allergy was. For people in this era, if they cannot see the light, any sensitivity would be a night charm.
But why do you still wear a veil at home if you are allergic to the sun?
Wang Zhi thought about it for a moment and roughly understood that this might just be the self-defense of the person in front of him. Since no one wanted to get close, he might as well stay further away.
Rather than getting close and then moving away, it’s better not to get close in the first place.
After learning that it was just a sun allergy, Wang Erlang no longer had any scruples and reached out to take off her veil. Wenshu refused and shrank back, curling up like a frightened little child. cat.
Wang Zhi paused for a moment and chose to ignore her reaction. He directly untied the veil tied to her phoenix crown and took it off.
When their eyes met, Wang Erlang was stunned.
White, as white as snow.
Black, as black as a black gemstone.
The skin is white, like a piece of untrodden snow.
The black eyes are bright and a little crystal clear, and they can clearly reflect Brother Zhu's face.
Wang Erlang could tell that she didn't even apply gouache, and she was still looking ridiculously white.
If Mrs. Cao saw her, she would be jealous to death.
The sudden thought made Wang Erlang smile inexplicably.
There is no doubt that Wenshu is beautiful, and she is more in line with the aesthetics of later generations. She is cold, white, and thin, which makes me feel pity for her.
If the heroic Cao Zhi is Mu Guiying, then the delicate and gentle Wenshu is Lin Daiyu, each with its own beauty.
How could such a peerless beauty fall into Wang Erlang's hands if she wasn't allergic to the sun.
What a ridiculous, lovely world.
"why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at this thief, God has time to open his eyes."
"I am Ye Mei."
"I have strong yang energy."
"Don't you want to run away?"
"I originally wanted to, but now I don't."
"I……"
"Do you want to have a child?"
Regarding escaping from this bandit village, Wang Erlang had two options. One was to find the right opportunity to escape, and the other was to succumb to the strong power of the village owner and be released after doing his duty as a stallion.
Looking at it now, the first way is useless, because Agui is still in their hands, how can he abandon his brother and escape alone.
This is naturally impossible, so we can only choose the second path.
Or, it’s not impossible to take both paths at the same time.
One more road, one more hope, right?
Wang Erlang persuaded himself in this way, and stretched out his hand to undress Shu's clothes.
In fact, Wang Zhi just wanted to test it out. If Wenshu resisted, he would not go against the woman's will. After all, this was a matter of mutual consent. The person in front of him was his own daughter-in-law, not a robbed woman. , where strong is needed.
To Wang Erlang's surprise, Wenshu's shoulders were trembling with fear, but he did not resist.
Maybe she really wants a child.
The women in the village all had children at her age.
She saw it and was very envious.
She has no friends. Apart from her biological father, the only person she is close to is a maid.
But this maid didn't want to get too close to her on weekdays. In her spare time, she was even willing to work in the fields instead of accompanying her in the village.
Ominous people are too scary in this era, so she wants to have a child.
It's not for the purpose of retirement, but just to have a companion and a place to rely on.
The clothes are about to bottom out, and the scenery that has never been explored by outsiders is looming.
Her broad palm was held by her, Wang Erlang's eyes were questioning, and she turned her head to look at the table.
Wang Zhi followed her gaze to the table, walked over and blew out the candles.
In the dark night, the old wooden bed creaked regularly, accompanied by the sound of men breathing.
The woman bit her lip and remained silent, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.
Not because of pain, not because of happiness, but because of grievance.
Yes, there are not only candles on the table, but also hairpins and glasses of wine.
Hairpins are used for "tying hair", which is the origin of "hair-tying wife".
Cup of wine is used for "Hexin", commonly known as "Jiaobei of wine".
These are also part of the Muharram.
She didn't believe that he didn't know. He knew but didn't do anything. What did this mean...
He came in a formal dress, and there was a beauty by his side, but he was just a substitute...
Amidst all the physical and psychological pain, this night finally passed.
