History of Women in the Wei Dynasty

Chapter 144 Angry again
In her previous life, Wei Mao decided to go to Luoyang first, and then Qu Rong died unexpectedly. Wei Yao remembered it very clearly. It was because Wei Mao delayed leaving the city and left Pingcheng immediately after the case was hastily concluded that she misunderstood him as the one who harmed Qu Rong.

Wei Mao smiled and said what he was thinking: "If I'm sure you want to go, then of course I have to go in advance."

Wei Yao, inhaling the fragrance of the flowers, did not respond to his words. Marriage between people of the same surname was forbidden, marriage between people of the same clan was prohibited, and this was even more so in Luoyang. Therefore, she saw no need to offend him by arguing her case now.

Furthermore, what if young love is intense? After a long separation, when you meet someone else you click with, you will naturally forget the old feelings. Not to mention that if you come from a wealthy or powerful family, when it comes to marriage and family arrangements, you don't need anyone to persuade you. You know what's important and how to weigh the pros and cons between interests and feelings.

But Wei Mao misses her and thinks about her all day long, and he can tell at a glance whether she really doesn't care about his words or is just pretending not to care.

Hmph, he'll get angry at both of them!

The latter is even more infuriating!!
Wei Mao wasn't going to hold his anger in, so he immediately nudged her lightly, causing her to stumble. "I'm talking to you!"

Wei Yao retaliated, using the "Quick Three Kicks" technique to kick him.

"Huh? I missed, I missed, I missed..." Wei Mao couldn't dodge the last kick.

Wei Yao could tell that he was faking it; her foot wasn't very strong, so it didn't hurt at all. This guy was really shameless. She thought he had behaved himself, but after taking only one step, he bumped into her again and made her stumble.

"Wei Mao!" she glared at him angrily. If she hadn't really liked the bouquet and how beautiful each flower was, she would have smashed it over his head right now.

"Who told you to pretend you didn't hear me!"

"What did you say?"

Wei Mao bumped into her again, which made him even angrier. He shouted, "You know perfectly well what I'm asking! I'm asking you if you're going to Luoyang?"

"You're lying through your teeth. You never asked me that."

"So what did I say?" He nudged her again.

Ah... this is truly unbearable! Wei Yao used all her strength to ram back, hmph, from now on she would never say a word to him.

Wei Mao hadn't expected her to be so strong; she almost fell over herself. There was a ditch right next to them, and although there was no water, what would happen if she really fell? This time, he pretended to be angry and bumped her shoulder again, pushing her further away from the ditch. "You think I'm lying through my teeth? You're clearly just pretending to be mute!"

I'll pretend I'm mute! Wei Yao changed to kicking him; kicking is less strenuous than bumping.

So what if I pretend to be mute? Kick me again.

Wei Mao dodged with a leap, and the instant he landed on the edge of the ditch, he suddenly had the idea to tease her into talking, so he deliberately fell down the slope.

"what!"

"Ah—" Wei Yao exclaimed in surprise.

One pretends to fall into a ditch, while the other thinks the ditch isn't that deep, and the act of pulling the other out changes from real to fake.

Wei Mao was extremely pleased with himself and didn't continue sliding down, waiting for her hand to grab his.

But awkwardly, Wei Yao stopped just a fist's distance from his pleading fingertips.

In July, Wei Mao's heart entered winter prematurely.

He lowered his hand, looking up at her from above, and asked, "You didn't intend to pull me up, did you?"

Wei Yao glanced guiltily to the side, then looked back at him. In the blink of an eye, sadness was evident on his face. "Wei Yao, if we were in different places, I wouldn't think so much. I wouldn't worry about how deep the ditch was, whether there was water, or if I would hurt myself if I fell. I would just grab you first and make sure you didn't fall. But you just went through all these points in your mind, didn't you?" He looked at her with a bitter smile.

"I didn't think it was that complicated. I just felt that this ditch really wasn't deep, and the soil was so soft..." Seeing that the other person's hair was about to fly out of his head in anger, Wei Yao changed her mind and said, "You come up first."

Wei Mao ignored her hand, stepped forward, looked at her, and asked like an angry colt spitting out its breath: "Every time you talk to me or walk with me, do you think of the right words to say? Do you carefully consider every word so as not to offend me, but also not to seem too close to me? I treat you as my best fellow disciple, but what do you treat me as?"

"Same here, fellow disciple."

"There's no need to go to such lengths to deal with fellow disciples." After saying this, Wei Mao turned his back and left, no longer walking the same way as her.

Oh my god, he's angry again! Wei Yao wanted to call him, but what would she explain after calling him back?

She sighed and looked down at the ditch. She tried to rush down it herself, taking three steps to the bottom and four to the top. She increased her strides, reaching the bottom in two steps and climbing back up in three. "Look," she thought, "the soil is so soft. Even if I fall, it's okay."

So he's just making trouble out of nothing.

They're as petty as the eye of a needle!
Unbeknownst to Wei Yao, Wei Mao walked angrily while using a small bronze mirror to observe her reactions, watching her rush down into the ditch, rush up, rush down into the ditch, and rush up again. Enraged, he followed her every move, pounding his chest repeatedly.

Good heavens, why would he like such a stubborn little girl! Does his anger have anything to do with how deep the ditch is? She knows to test the waters in the ditch, but doesn't she know that if she just called out to him, his anger might have subsided by more than half?

That night, Wei Mao remained irritable, tossing and turning before falling asleep. He snorted, he was sure she would go to Cui Academy as usual and would never think of staying at Wei Academy for another day to restore their harmonious relationship as fellow students.

That night, Xi Jiao was also restless. He tossed and turned, very sleepy but unable to fall asleep, so he picked up the sachet that was placed beside his pillow. He had seen it by chance in a sachet shop. The embroidered pattern was of fish swimming in a stream. The embroidery was not particularly unusual, but the fish's eyes were especially clever.

It's like a little fish in the choir's fishpond that always peeks at him and surfaces to swim near the railing whenever he goes there.

At the sachet shop, a frivolous middle-aged man also took a fancy to the same sachet. Xi Jiao bought it before the man could even open his mouth to speak.

"Little fish..."

He murmured to himself, then looked at the fish again, immediately tucked it under his pillow, and closed his eyes tightly. Oh no, oh no, the fish had just turned into Wei Yao again. Unaware of his budding romance, he had just tucked the sachet away, turned over, and there it was again.

After going back and forth, Xi Jiao fell asleep clutching the sachet.

In his dream, a sea of ​​fire raged, and several figures flickered within, all screaming for help. Normally, he should have tried to extinguish the fire and save them, but instead, he simply watched as the demonic figures hidden within the flames struggled desperately, as if the more anguish their cries for help, the more satisfied he felt.

Where does hatred come from?

Xi Jiao opened her eyes abruptly, waking up with a sense of confusion.

No, no... It's another dream within a dream! He swayed slightly as he sat in the carriage. Outside, many people were screaming. He quickly lifted the curtain and saw an out-of-control carriage rush past behind him.

Then he heard someone shout, "Someone's been hit! Someone's been killed!"

Immediately afterwards, Xi Jiao was drawn to the string of grass beads on her wrist. Each grass bead in the string was the kind that was commonly knotted in the wild, but the knot was rather novel, as it was made of two small deer.

The red rope, the red double deer knot—Xi Jiao stared at them, unable to look away. He felt as if the two little deer had come to life, one running and the other chasing, running from near to far, and then running back from far away. Two red balls shot into his eyes with a "whoosh," and his vision was filled with flames again!

This time, Xi Jiao was truly awake.

(End of this chapter)