Zheng Quchi's dog eyes were dull and he was frightened.
What kind of incredible family is this Liu family that actually sets such an inhumane rule for their descendants?
Doesn't this mean that after marrying into their family, even after death, she will be nailed to the coffin board with him, and she will never be able to climb out alone to breathe?
She also never expected that being so pure and chaste as a jade was not his personal preference, but the traditional code of their family since ancient times.
But what did she just do?
Is he trying to break this code that has been observed for who knows how many generations, or is he trying to turn him into a widower who lost his wife young?
No wonder Liu Fengmian has persisted for so many years and still refuses to get married. Once you get married, you have to be bound forever. No one can be too cautious. If this time he was forced to pay the sky-high unmarried tax, he would not have had no choice but to get married. Got her...
Ai?
That’s not right either.
She had no choice, so she agreed to his condition, but if he really wanted to marry a wife, he would only need to report a formal occupation and stop being so vicious. Even if he had eye disease, even if he was poor, there would definitely be something for him. The young lady will be seduced by his monster-like face. She would rather not live a well-off life than accompany him to eat chaff and dig wild vegetables.
Love brain is a disease that is so irrational once you suffer from it.
But how did he fall into her hands?
Just when Zheng Quchi was puzzled, she didn't realize that a dangerous shadow was swallowing up the light above her head, and then shrouded her short body.
Yu Wensheng's hands were moving towards her back, and his lips were curved. His bright red lips were as red as dried blood: "Which one do you want to choose?"
She regained her composure and suddenly looked up. How could she not have known before that Liu Fengmian was so much taller than her? When he surged down, she almost had no room to breathe.
There is... murderous intent.
She still remembered that the first time he was so angry that he wanted to kill someone, after he fell into the water, he thought that she was being frivolous by giving him artificial respiration. She was still a man at that time.
Now I have the "privilege" of seeing him get so angry that he wants to kill someone for the second time.
In fact, if you think about it from another person's perspective, one person has a mentality of wanting to live his whole life with a bad wife, while the other person has a mentality of planning to run away at any time. Who would be able to feel calm after hearing this?
She shrank her cold neck, and her big eyes moved quickly. When she saw him reaching out his hand, she subconsciously held her head and squatted down, then slipped under his arms and got behind him.
As soon as this familiar action came out, both Yu Wensheng and Zheng Quchi felt as if it had happened before.
But they all thought it was their own illusion.
Zheng Quchi was afraid that she would become the unlucky wife who was angrily hacked to death by her new husband in the headlines tomorrow morning, so she gave up and said, "How about you just pretend that I didn't say anything and I don't have to choose?" "
Yu Wensheng turned around and smiled so softly: "It's not good~"
On his wedding night, he was probably the only one in the world to receive such a unique "gift".
She understood the situation and messed up the post-nuptial agreement. Since she couldn't reach an agreement by begging for mercy, let's use inducement: "Liu Fengmian, what animal do you like?"
Her sudden question interrupted his movements. Although Yu Wensheng saw her crumpling up the unsightly piece of paper and throwing it away, he still didn't intend to let her go so easily: "What do you mean?"
"You tell me first, and I'll tell you later."
What animal do you like? His brows relaxed slightly, and a strange light flowed through his pupils: "Snake."
Zheng Quchi didn't think there was anything wrong with liking snakes. She nodded: "Snake, okay, just wait."
She rummaged through the cabinets and picked out a piece of log, and took out a set of large and small carving tools. She drew the dimensions of the composition while thinking about it in her mind, then sat down on the table and quickly cut out the large and small outline shapes.
"What are you doing?" He leaned over and looked down at the undulating wood in her hands across the distance between their clothes.
The knife in Zheng Quchi's hand was skillfully carved: "Didn't I just offend you? Of course I am preparing an apology gift to calm you down."
Yu Wensheng's voice was light: "Just a piece of broken wood?"
"Yes, I will carve a piece of rotten wood into an exquisite sculpture that satisfies you and give it to you right now. Do you want it?"
This was a pun. After Yu Wensheng listened, a subtle and quiet state remained between the two of them. For a while, no one spoke again, and there was only the sound of wood being peeled.
At this time, it started to snow outside the window, and the snowflakes were blown by the wind and floated to the red plums on the windowsill. Because they drank some wine, they didn't seem to be too cold.
The wind blew a strand of hair with the faint fragrance of cold plum blossoms past his nose. It was the fragrance that had accompanied him to sleep all night, and it had already gone from unfamiliar to familiar.
Strangely enough, he and Zheng Quchi had not known each other for a long time, but their relationship seemed to have nothing to do with time. Even though they were so close that they seemed to be able to hug each other if they got closer, it still did not cause him any physical discomfort. Disgust.
"It's snowing," he said suddenly.
Zheng Quchi glanced out the window: "This is the first snow this year, I guess. I really like snow. It's a bit cold, but auspicious snow heralds a good year. I hope our Fu County won't continue to suffer from drought next year."
The evil fire before seemed to have been silenced by her interruption. Although there was no more profound conversation between them, such a quiet room was not deserted and boring.
Seeing that she was concentrating on carving and pretending to work hard for him, he took off his coat and lay down on the bed.
After watching her for a while, she picked up the carving knife and made distant gestures on him, as if she was studying something.
The dim firelight swayed between the two of them, and the slight dryness was caused by the alcohol and the heat of sleeping at night.
He looked at her, his gaze was filled with smoke and dust, but it was a pity that he could not see the beauty behind his eyes.
She was looking at him too, but it wasn't like she was just looking at him.
"Liu Fengmian, are your eyes well treated?"
"You dislike it?"
She rolled her eyes: "You did it on purpose. I asked you to say that if there is still hope, when I make money in the future, I will find a miracle doctor to treat you."
"Don't you care about money anymore?" He teased her.
"I feel bad, but..." She opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just scratched her face and praised sincerely: "Liu Fengmian, your body proportions are really good. You have a perfect nine-headed body."
I heard that sincerity is always the surefire way.
Changing the topic again, is she afraid to say it, or is she unwilling to say it?
At this time, I suddenly heard her ask.
"Are your feet cold? Do you want a foot bath?"
Yu Wensheng's newly silent emotions were stirred up again. He suppressed his smile and said nothing, but sat up honestly.
Zheng Quchi stopped carving and went to get a basin of hot water and came back, but this time Yu Wensheng avoided her help and took off his shoes and socks to soak himself.
But when she stood up, he quickly grabbed her.
"Why draw up a contract like that?"
Come, come, the question will be delayed, but it will never be forgotten.
She considered her words for a moment and then said slowly: "Just... two strangers suddenly got married. I'm worried that you will mind. I don't feel comfortable with it myself... I'm not sure whether I can handle life after marriage. I’m not sure if you and I can get along. If someone regrets it in the future... I just drafted an agreement like that because I thought about too many things."
No, in fact, the more real reason is that she just wants to find someone for a fake marriage.
Firstly, she can avoid paying the unmarried tax, secondly, she can avoid being forced to get married by her parents, and thirdly, if her marriage changes in the future, she can get rid of this makeshift marriage and restore her status as a single aristocrat.
But she didn't dare to say it because she was afraid she would be hacked to death by Liu Fengmian.
After listening to her words, Yu Wensheng suddenly put a cold object into her wrist.
"Put it away, don't sell it."
Zheng Quchi was so angry that her cheeks hurt. No matter how much she loved money, she wouldn't just sell everything she owned, okay?
"What's this?"
She shook the gold and jade bracelet on her wrist. The green bamboo and jade body was in the blue water pool, dripping with exquisite translucent light. She touched it, and it was not cold, but felt as warm and moist as porcelain skin.
It's not like Zheng Quchi has never seen good things. She has been poor in this life, but in her previous life she had saved up to seven figures.
All in all, when I look at it, I feel like it’s... expensive!
No wonder he would specifically remind her that if she really sold it, she would be left with a pile of money for the rest of her life. This kind of temptation would be difficult for anyone to resist.
Yu Wensheng let her go and reminded her kindly: "Don't care anymore? Then go to bed."
If you don’t say it, don’t say it.
"Diao."
Zheng Quchi knew exactly what she was going to do on her wedding night, but she was completely unprepared to be a real couple with him.
Originally, she thought that Liu Fengmian and Liu Fengmian could just be a plastic couple. You must know that Liu Fengmian was working under Yu Wensheng and had an unlimited future. As for her, a village woman, according to the trends of various TV series, people like her Sooner or later, the position of planting shameless chaff will be lost.
But now that she learned about Liu Fengmian's family rules, all her plans were shattered.
For a while, she couldn't think of any other way, so she could only spend the whole night carving an apology for him.
The bright sunshine in the morning crept into the room. Yu Wensheng felt the light getting stronger and woke up quietly.
Zheng Quchi fell asleep on the table at some point last night. When he got up, he accidentally glanced at a wooden sculpture placed at her elbow.
His pupils were slightly suffocated.
A ferocious Yamata-no-Orochi snake was surrounding a man docilely. The man was thin but tall, with hair like ink hanging on his shoulders, blowing in the wind. He wore a wide-sleeved robe of complicated and exquisite texture, half With his eyes closed and a long and narrow gauze covering his eyes, he looked like a god and a man, almost like a god or a demon, both righteous and evil.
That face was none other than Yu Wensheng.
He picked up the wooden sculpture and looked at it carefully.
How could she carve his appearance so meticulously and perfectly? The eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, snakes, hair, clothes, gauze and people were integrated into one scene and formed a scene of their own. The hollow parts were disconnected and overlapped by various parts. Inlaid together, this kind of exquisite carving craftsmanship is simply amazing.
At least, Yu Wensheng has never seen anyone achieve this level of craftsmanship.
His eyes flashed, thoughtfully.
Gugu~
Yu Wensheng turned his eyes and glanced at the gray pigeon by the window. He saw Zheng Quchi frowning in his sleep. He was about to wake up. He fired a burst of energy that shocked it and flew away.
The carrier pigeon was sent by Wei Yao. Since Yu Wensheng never told them who the new wife was, they did not dare to go behind the general's back to investigate privately. Usually, if they wanted to contact the general "home", they could only rely on specially trained flying pigeons. Summons.
It is precisely for this reason that they still don't know that their general is "eating soft rice" in the Sang family.
He slept until noon. Zheng Quchi woke up with a sore back and found that he was lying on the bed, and the work he had worked hard on last night was gone.
She guessed that Liu Fengmian must have taken it away, which meant that what happened last night should be over.
Thinking that Zheng Quchi would sleep until the afternoon, Brother Sang cooked a pot of vegetable porridge for noon, which is what their family usually eats.
When Zheng Quchi passed by, he happened to see Yu Wensheng eating like picking rice grains from a bowl. He put it down before taking two bites: "You eat so little?"
"It's not that I don't like eating, it's just that I've always been like this." Yu Wensheng explained with good intentions.
Brother Sang's eyes jumped when he heard this.
"The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days. You are already cold and have low blood sugar. If you don't eat well now, what if you get cold?"
A family like theirs can't afford a doctor, let alone traditional Chinese medicine. The traditional Chinese medicine she used to treat his eye disease was more expensive than buying a dozen roast chickens. For that money, she might as well eat some good ones. Things to replenish the body.
With this thought in mind, she said, "Just wait."
After a while, the sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen. Brother Sang frowned when he heard it. He glanced at Yu Wensheng who was sitting next to him, stopped eating, and simply stood up.
He went to the kitchen.
"It's not a festival and it's not a big deal, but you actually chop pork? Why, you can't eat vegetable porridge that you usually eat today?"
"Brother, I don't use much meat. I'll save the rest for you and Yaomei."
"You also bought wheat flour? What are you going to do? Are you going to do this with such precious grain?"
"No matter how expensive it is, it's for people to eat. Brother, don't worry, I can make money and I won't starve you. Brother, do you want to eat?"
“I—forget it, it’s up to you.”
After Brother Sang walked out of the kitchen, he returned to the room without saying a word.
Not long after, Zheng Quchi brought out a bowl of hot and fragrant dumplings.
"Liu Fengmian, come and eat."
She only cooked ten, and the aroma of the food spread out as soon as it came out.
Yu Wensheng has always had a bad appetite. Even when the palace delicacies were served in front of him, he only took a few bites. But he just heard the argument between her and Brother Sang in the kitchen. In order not to make the nosy person uncomfortable, he also Didn't refuse.
After tasting one, he was surprised by the sour, crispy taste that was different from the previous dumplings.
He asked, "What's bread here?"
"It's the sauerkraut I picked a few days ago. It's sour and crispy. It's mixed with pork and wild onions fried in lard. Don't you think it's very fragrant and appetizing?"
After saying that, she was also stimulated by the overbearing food aroma and drooled.
It was really good, and he, who had no appetite at first, ate several of them without realizing it.
He saw that she was greedy, but he was reluctant to wrap some for himself, so he gave some to her bowl of vegetable porridge.
"I can not eat."
"Really? Don't you feel bad that I didn't eat?" She said happily with a smile.
Yu Wensheng paused for a moment and said lightly: "Have you told your brother that you are going to travel far away?"
Zheng Quchi took a bite of the dumpling and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "Let's talk about which pot we don't open in a few days."
"Do you have to go to this far away place?"
Why did Zheng Quchi feel that these words sounded strange, as if he was asking, must you commit such a shame?
This person is really not a family man, he doesn’t know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are.
"Yes, no one can persuade me."
Yu Wensheng put it down with a "snap" and stood up: "I want to go out."
Zheng Quchi was startled: "Where to go?"
He smiled like a plum blossom in the snow, with an arrogance that didn't care about the life and death of others: "What does it have to do with you?"
Zheng Quchi choked.
I watched him take out his blind stick from the door and walk outside smoothly.
"What were you talking about just now? Who wants to travel far?"
The questioning and angry voice coming from behind made Zheng Quchi freeze in vain.
Looking back and seeing Brother Sang's dark face, she quickly raised her hand: "Brother, please calm down and listen to my cunning... no, listen to my explanation."
Yu Wensheng, who was outside the door, heard the scolding and scolding coming from the yard as expected. The smile on his lips deepened, like a spring breeze. He took out the letter from the gray pigeon's feet. After reading it, he crushed it with his fingers.
"If the public loses, you finally show up."
(End of chapter)
