The Heavens Begin with Dream of the Red Chamber

Chapter 217: Women Should Be Pretty and Mourning
The setting sun has gone, night has fallen, and the twilight slowly rises like a veil, covering the entire world and forming a beautiful rural picture together with the smoke from cooking fires.

At the end of this painting, there is an isolated and remote courtyard, from which loud cries of grief are being heard.

"Wow... How could this damn Song Jiang be so cruel... What should my mother and I do..."

With the help of their neighbors, Yan's mother and daughter have retrieved Mr. Yan's body. The money for the coffin was given by Mr. Zhan before. Now they have set up a simple mourning shed at the door of their home. No relatives or friends came to pay their respects. Only the mother and daughter knelt there and cried bitterly.

Nowadays, men are the backbone of the family. Without men, the family will basically fall apart.

They can't carry anything on their shoulders or with their hands, and they can't do anything except singing. Unfortunately, this place is poor and there is not much business to do. What else can they do but cry.

Even without considering their family background, the endless hostility from the surroundings alone was enough to devour them, mother and daughter.

If they don't hurry up and find a new pillar of support, I'm afraid that the mother and daughter will end up in those brothels.

It is precisely because they understand this truth that they cry so pitifully.

The sound of horse hooves was particularly clear in the dim twilight, which immediately attracted the attention of the two girls, and their crying became louder.

No matter whether he came here for them or not, he should first act as miserable as possible. Even if he has to play the victim, at least he can get some money back.

But when the horses got closer, the two women suddenly discovered that the person sitting on the tall horse was clearly the accomplice of Song Jiang, the thief in the restaurant that day!

The two girls were shocked. Recalling what Master Zhan said at that time, it was clear that he was encouraging Song Jiang to wipe out the roots. Now he is here again. Could it be...

"Help..." ×2!

The two girls no longer cared to cry, but screamed at the same time. Their bodies involuntarily climbed up from the ground and stumbled into the yard. They locked the door tightly from the inside and left only Yan Gong's coffin and spirit tablet outside.

When the residents nearby heard the two girls screaming, they hurried out to see what was happening. As soon as they went out, a silver ingot flew towards them and fell into their arms.

Master Zhan's silver bullet offensive was still invincible. After weighing the pros and cons, everyone felt that the relationship between themselves and the Yan mother and daughter with the outsiders was not as important as this ingot of silver. They all retreated immediately, closed the door, and became intermittently deaf.

Master Zhan jumped off his horse, tied it slowly and leisurely in front of the mourning shed, and headed straight for the backyard with his legs shaped like a figure eight.

Even though the houses in this village were not valuable, the Yan family could not afford to live in a big house. It was just a small courtyard with a separate entrance and the wall was not even as high as Master Zhan's horse.

But our Master Zhan is a kind gentleman who is always gentle and considerate to women. He would never do such things as kicking doors or climbing over walls. He just walked over with a smile and knocked gently on the old door.

"Madam Yan, I am here to pay my respects to Lord Yan. How can you be so rude as to turn me away?"

There was dead silence inside the door. The mother and daughter hugged each other and shivered, not daring to make a sound.

Master Zhan was not in a hurry. He knocked a few more times. Seeing that there was still no answer from inside the door, he used the gold and silver magic again, took out a silver ingot and threw it in from outside the door.

"Clap!"

With a crisp sound, the silver ingot fell in front of the feet of Yan's mother and daughter, causing the yellow soil to splash and fall directly on the feet of the two women.

The two girls shuddered with fear, their hearts almost stopped, and they subconsciously took a step back, but their eyes were completely attracted by the little silver thing.

Then the second ingot, the third ingot...

Under the two girls' burning gazes, more than a dozen silver ingots were lined up in front of them, just like the copper coins that Kong Yiji had arranged on the table.

Under the dazzling silver light, the almost stopped hearts of Yan's mother and daughter regained their life force and quickly soared. Not only did they return to normal, but they also moved towards the throat as if they were fueled, trying to jump out of the mouth.

"Daughter, this great master may not be here to kill us..." Yan said with a smug look.

Yan Poxi was also still in shock, her eyes wandering, and she tried hard to take her eyes away from the silver, but the silver light seemed to have a magical power that firmly attracted her eyes and she could not move away at all.

Seeing that the two women were hesitant, Master Zhan increased the intensity of his attack.

"Seize, seize, seize..."

Heavy sounds rang out one after another. After the row of silver bullets, another row of golden bullets appeared. Each one seemed to hit the hearts of the two women, making them more panicked and frightened, unable to withstand such saturated artillery fire.

"It's no use. I'll just die. I can't stand this anymore..."

Yan let out a low cry, made up her mind, walked forward, unbolted the door, opened the door, and let the big bad wolf in.

Master Zhan walked in with a smile on his face, and bowed to the two girls in a fake manner, saying:
"I and Mr. Yan hit it off right away, and I admired his singing voice. Now that he has passed away, I have come to offer my condolences. Please accept my condolences."

The mother and daughter of the Yan family looked at him talking nonsense in fear, at a loss as to what to do, and didn't know how to respond. So Master Zhan went to get some incense and candles, lit them, and went to the tablet of Lord Yan, where he bowed in a formal manner and said:

"Master Yan, just rest assured and reincarnate. I will take care of your wife and daughter. You don't need to worry!"

Hearing what Master Zhan said, Yan felt relieved instead. She turned her head to look at her own daughter, and saw Yan Poxi in pure white mourning clothes, with her delicate face as tearful as a pear blossom, which made her look particularly pitiful. She couldn't help but realize something in her heart, and understood everything.

Now, both she and her daughter have lost their livelihood and will have no way to get food and clothing in the future. They are at a loss. Now that Master Zhan has come and wants to "take over" her daughter, it is not adding insult to injury, but rather providing timely assistance!
This is not the behavior of a bully, this is clearly the behavior of a domineering boss!

It’s not like they didn’t pay!

Just by looking at the row of gold and silver ingots on the ground, you can tell that Mr. Zhan is sincere and has a wealthy family. If his daughter follows him, it might be a blessing in disguise. Even if she cannot enjoy wealth and glory in her next life, at least she can be guaranteed to have enough food and clothing.

I just don't know whether Mr. Zhan is willing to take on an extra burden and support her, the mother-in-law.

But even if she refuses, it doesn't matter. With so much gold and silver, it won't be difficult for her to find a good man to remarry!
As for the great vengeance for the murder of her father and husband...it wasn't Master Zhan who killed them, he just clapped and cheered a few times. If anyone should be blamed, it should be that damn Song Gongming!
Seeing that Master Zhan had finished his memorial service, Yan hurried forward, returned the greeting as a family member, and then smiled and said:
"My Lord, I am grateful to you for coming to offer your condolences, but I don't know how to repay you."

"My daughter, Poxi, is now eighteen years old and quite pretty. I would like to marry her to the master and let her serve you at his command."

Master Zhan didn't bother to be polite with her, and nodded and accepted it with a smile, "Well, considering that you and your daughter have no means of livelihood, I will be merciful and take you in."

When Yan heard that Master Zhan had included her in his words, she was still excited and hadn't realized the problem yet. But then she saw Master Zhan clapped his hands and said with a smile:

"It is said that it is better to have the wedding today than to choose a day. I think today is a good day, so let's just consummate the marriage tonight!"

"Isn't this... a bit too hasty?"

The smile on Yan's face froze. She turned her head to look at the spirit tablet of Lord Yan next to her. She wanted to refuse, but after opening her mouth, she did not dare to do so and only gave a tactful reminder.

Mr. Zhan waved his hand and said disapprovingly:

"It's not like there are three matchmakers and six betrothals. We are all just people from the martial arts world, so there's no need to worry too much."

"Besides, since Lord Yan's spirit is not far away, it's a good opportunity to let him be a witness. This will also allow him to put his mind at ease and stop worrying about you and your daughter. He can go to reincarnate peacefully!"

There was no way Yan could convince Master Zhan, and seeing that Master Zhan had made up his mind, she had no choice but to agree.

"In that case, you two can chat for a while. I will go and clean up the room and make it into a new home for you two to stay in."

After saying this, Yan took Yan Poxi's hand, put her into Master Zhan's arms, and then hurried to the back.

Master Zhan pulled a stool over and sat down, holding Yan Poxi in his arms, and teased with a smile:
"How old are you?"

Yan Poxi blushed and replied shyly:

"I am only eighteen years old now."

"Master, what I'm asking about is you..." Master Zhan was not polite and directly put his hand into his arms.

"Ah..." Yan Poxi let out a low cry and subconsciously tried to dodge, but Master Zhan held her tightly and she could not avoid it.

"Don't be so shy, young lady. There will be more shy people later..."

After being teased by Master Zhan, Yan Poxi realized that she was already Master Zhan's person. Let alone such frivolous behavior, even if it was a little more excessive, she would have no choice but to endure it.

After thinking of this, Yan Poxi's resistance suddenly weakened, and she changed from resistance to willingness.

Master Zhan hugged her and kissed and touched her, without really doing anything. He just made the young lady so soft as cotton that she couldn't even stand up.

Not long after, Yan came out from behind with her head down, her eyes fixed on her own feet, not daring to look at Master Zhan and the others at all, and said with a red face:

"Poxi's boudoir has been tidied up. You can take Poxi in to rest." But Master Zhan did not move after hearing this. Instead, he said solemnly:

"Today is the day that Lord Yan passed away. As Lord Yan's only daughter, Poxi should be the one to keep vigil for him."

"Uh..." Yan was a little confused and didn't understand what Master Zhan meant at all.

It was he who said before that they would consummate the marriage today, and it is also he who wants his daughter to keep vigil now. So should his daughter keep vigil or consummate the marriage tonight?
In response to this, Mr. Zhan said that neither should be delayed.

"It's very easy. You go and rest first. Poxi will be on duty in the first half of the night, and you will be on duty in the second half. It's just right to stagger the time so that you won't delay anything."

"..." Yan was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

She hesitated for a moment and laughed dryly:
"If Poxi spends the first half of the night keeping vigil and the second half consummating the marriage, it will be too much work for her. I'm afraid it will disturb the mood of the great master."

"This vigil is not just for one or two nights. I will be the only one doing it tonight. You, sir, just consummate your marriage with Poxi. There is no need to force it."

"No, no..." Master Zhan waved his hands hastily, insisting that Yan Poxi should keep vigil for the first half of the night. "This girl should be dressed in mourning clothes. This is the best way to make her feel involved."

Yan didn't understand what Mr. Zhan was saying, but he wouldn't listen. She had no choice but to follow Mr. Zhan's instructions and go back to her room to sleep.

But with so many things happening today, how could she sleep? She tossed and turned in bed, sometimes crying sadly, sometimes sighing helplessly. In a daze, she vaguely heard bursts of crying coming from outside the house, and she woke up with a start.

The voice was obviously that of her own daughter. Even though her father had died, she should cry like this. But wouldn't her crying like this ruin the mood of Mr. Zhan?

If this angers Mr. Zhan, the marriage will probably be ruined, and even the lives of both of them may be in danger.

She quickly got up, put on a coat, went to the window and looked out secretly.

"hiss……"

After seeing the scene outside, Yan gasped in shock. She saw her daughter being pressed down on the altar by Master Zhan, kneeling facing the spirit tablet and crying for Lord Yan, while Master Zhan behind her was exercising his rights as Yan Poxi's husband.

The two of them each do their own things and don't interfere with each other, and it really is... not delaying anything!

Seeing that Master Zhan was in high spirits and moving quickly, and hearing her daughter's crying voice gradually changing in tone, Yan couldn't help but blush, her heart beat fast, and her mouth became dry. She quickly shrank back into bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and dared not listen to the noise outside.

But it was late at night and everything was silent, even the insects and birds had stopped chirping. The broken house had poor soundproofing, and the weeping and complaining voices from the mourning hall outside the door could not be blocked out. They entered the room little by little and poured into Yan's ears.

This crying sound is also different from crying.

If an outsider who didn't know the truth heard the crying, they would just think that it was Yan Poxi mourning for her own father. But Yan had seen with her own eyes how the crying sound was made, so how could she think so?

Especially those few peeks I took just now, when I saw with my own eyes Master Zhan's sturdy body, his powerful weapon, and his strong and powerful movements, which were far superior to the masculine beauty of Lord Yan.

Mr. Zhan now has the body of an immortal, which has been completely optimized in all aspects. It is a perfect body. From the perspective of beauty alone, it is beyond the reach of mortals. He usually wears clothes and does not show his true colors, but now that he has taken off his coat, he is extremely eye-catching.

Yan was no longer a novice, but had also eaten meat before. With that one glimpse, she deeply engraved the scenes of Master Zhan in her mind, which could not be forgotten.

The more I want to forget, the clearer it becomes.

Yan held her head with both hands, covered her ears, and tossed and turned in bed, but she didn't know if she was hallucinating or what, the sound outside the room became clearer and clearer.

Today, Lord Yan was killed in front of her. The nightmare-like scene greatly shocked this weak woman who had never seen blood.

Later, Mr. Zhan came to her house and threw a lot of gold and silver at her, which made her fragile little heart beat wildly for a long time. Sometimes her brain was deprived of blood, and sometimes she was overwhelmed with blood.

The fact that there was no cerebral blood vessel rupture can only be attributed to the fact that she was still young, did not have the conditions to eat a lot of meat and fish, and had no symptoms of high blood pressure.

Now Mr. Zhan was fooling around in front of her late husband outside the door again, and she could only pretend not to see it, which made her even more confused.

She was just an ordinary weak woman. After being subjected to so many stimulations in one day, her body could no longer bear it and she started to have a fever.

Anyone who has had a fever knows that when you have a fever, you often feel cold all over and are prone to having many dreams. The dreams are bizarre and you can dream about all kinds of fantastic things.

Under the influence of the accompaniment outside the door, Yan seemed to have lost her soul, and unconsciously put herself into the role of her own daughter, as if she was enjoying the pleasure under Master Zhan. The face of the man in front of her was sometimes her husband Yan, and sometimes her son-in-law Zhan. She switched between them freely, which became more and more exciting.

Seeing that Master Zhan was in high spirits and moving quickly, and hearing her daughter's crying voice gradually changing and becoming a low singing voice, Yan couldn't help but blush, her heart beat fast, and her mouth became dry. She quickly shrank back into bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and dared not listen to the noise outside.

But it was late at night and everything was silent, even the insects and birds had stopped chirping. The broken house had poor soundproofing, and the weeping and complaining voices from the mourning hall outside the door could not be blocked out. They entered the room little by little and poured into Yan's ears.

Although there was no Master Zhan by her side to cooperate with her, fortunately she still had a pair of deft hands, and she immediately started embroidering the flowers up and down.

She was masturbating here, and Master Zhan had already noticed it over there. He immediately sped up his movements, finished the first half of the game, and eliminated Yan Poxi.

After leaving enough secret medicine for Yan Poxi to heal her wounds, Master Zhan took off her pure white mourning clothes, hiding the mess and dirt, carried her into the back house, put her down gently, then went next door and woke up Yan, who was already in a daze from the fever.

"It's already the second half of the night. It's your turn to keep vigil."

At this moment, Yan was still half asleep and half awake, her brain a little slow. After being awakened by Master Zhan, she struggled to get up from the bed, wiped her wet hands casually on her lapels, then covered her undershirt with the pure white mourning clothes to hide her spring scenery, and then walked with heavy steps towards the mourning hall outside the door.

Mr. Zhan was such a kind and gentle man. Seeing how weak and powerless she was at this moment, how could he bear to let her go to the casket alone? He immediately stepped forward to support her and sent her to the altar where the fight had just taken place. He pushed her down without saying a word and put her in the same fighting posture as Yan Poxi just now.

"Oh...eh?"

She was dazed and before she could come to her senses, she found herself kneeling down, facing the spirit tablet of her late husband, with her buttocks raised high for Master Zhan to enjoy slowly.

Master Zhan was in no hurry to eat her. He just lifted up her white mourning dress, revealing the thin undergarment underneath. He reached out his hand with a smile, gently rubbed and picked her hair, and played a song of "Li Sao".

"Don't……"

She hurriedly reached out to hold the collar of her clothes behind her, and crawled forward on her knees, trying to get out, but she was slapped by Master Zhan, leaving a red mark on her buttocks.

"Where are you going?"

"You should cry like a mourner. You should cry!"

"I... this slave... this dream is so strange..."

She was still running a fever and her head was fuzzy. She couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. Her body was soft and she seemed to want to resist, but also seemed to want to obey. After gasping for a few breaths, she was bewitched by Master Zhan's skillful movements. Her body softened and she looked at the tablet of her deceased husband opposite her and burst into tears.

"Well, the acting is really great, the widow's sense of substitution is very strong!"

After Master Zhan gave a compliment, he jumped up and helped her continue this wonderful dream.

This high-temperature play is indeed unique. It has increased Mr. Zhan's comfort index several times. Moreover, it will fluctuate with the widow's emotions, rising and falling, tight and loose.

Mr. Zhan was a man who enjoyed himself, and not only did he enjoy himself, he also never forgot to share the joy with the people. He reached out and grabbed the spirit tablet of Lord Yan so that the spirit of Lord Yan in heaven could see more clearly how he helped take care of his family.

This world is quite strange. Logically speaking, since there are things like reincarnation of demons, gods sending dreams, and dreams after death, there should also be things like souls and ghosts. However, Master Zhan has opened his eyes wide and has never seen any ghosts.

But it's better this way. Master Zhan hasn't awakened his ability to catch ghosts yet. If Lord Yan really comes, it's hard to say how he will deal with it. He can't just let him watch from the side every time and do a live broadcast!

Well... although this is also interesting in a different way, but Mr. Zhan is not a minotaur, and if he doesn't like it, he won't force it.

Under the fierce attack of Master Zhan, the voice of this new widow had changed several tones. She hugged the spirit tablet of Lord Yan, crying and laughing, laughing and crying, crying and laughing, endlessly.

Under the treatment of Master Zhan's antipyretic medicine, the widow's body temperature slowly dropped and her consciousness gradually regained clarity. But now the arrow had already left the string and she could not escape. Her body's instincts resisted reason and she refused to get off Master Zhan's body.

Feeling that her body was losing control and recalling her previous shameless behavior, the beautiful widow could not help but feel grief-stricken. She hugged the spirit tablet of Lord Yan and cried even more sadly.

"Okay, that's it, keep crying, don't stop!"

Seeing how cooperative the young lady was, Master Zhan became even happier, and he couldn't help but follow her example and work hard.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I saw that the sky was about to dawn and it was already turning pale. The people around were getting up and moving around. Seeing that someone would come out of the yard soon, the beautiful widow became more and more nervous, and her crying became even deeper.

After a night of hard work, the widow's voice had become hoarse from crying and she was almost dehydrated. She dared not resist any more and struggled hard to cooperate with him, just wanting Master Zhan to finish quickly so as not to face the strange looks from the gossipy ladies.

Master Zhan had been delaying on purpose, wanting to teach her a lesson, but now that he saw that she had calmed down, he immediately relaxed, gave her the antipyretic, and carried her back to the room, leaving the tablet of Lord Yan outside all alone, lying face down on the dirt ground, as if he couldn't bear to watch it.

(End of this chapter)