Wanjin Lady

Chapter 205 Inquire
As the sky gradually darkened, everyone prepared to set up camp here in an orderly manner.

Master Tu, who had been traveling for years, was very experienced. He and his men chose a good feng shui spot, set up their tents, and laid out a pile of hay. His followers lay down in their clothes around the carriage, and two people were left to take turns keeping watch, so they could make do for the night.

Aunt Chen brought a bowl of fragrant chicken soup, but Wen Wan couldn't finish it.

Seeing the blisters on Wen Wan's lips, Chen Ma felt very distressed. "This chicken was caught by Master Tu from the mountains today. The conditions on the road were tough, so please be patient. In another ten days, we will reach Bozhou City."

Wen Wan didn't want to worry her subordinates, so she forced herself to finish half a bowl of chicken soup.

Then she remembered that she hadn't bought a gift for the prefect yet. Giving gifts was a skill, and it had to touch the heart of the recipient. Furthermore, she didn't know the prefect at all, and if a merchant with no background came to offer a gift, they wouldn't even be able to get through the prefect's door.

I have to find out what this prefect's preferences are.

Wen Wan dragged her heavy body out of the car.

The campsite was an open grassy area, with a river nearby, making watering a convenient option. The nimble servants had already found a large bundle of dry firewood and had already started a fire.

Wen Wan searched in the crowd for a while and finally found Cheng Yunzhang sitting on a pile of large rocks in the distance.

During this journey, Cheng Yunzhang never put down his book.

He was wearing a thin black robe, with his jet-black hair tied up high, perhaps to guard against the bandits in Wandang Mountain. It was rare to see Cheng Yunzhang carrying a sword, which made him look dashing.

He sat there quietly, his back straight, never hunching over, which showed that he was well-educated.

The sky was dark and there was a fire in the camp, so the young man read in the dim light. He closed his book and turned around when he heard footsteps behind him.

Cheng Yunzhang seemed to have eyes on his back, and he knew it was Wen Wan just by hearing the footsteps.

Her footsteps were heavier and softer than those of ordinary people, probably because her pregnancy made her body clumsy.

In the dim glow of the sunset, the woman came towards him.

She was wearing a goose yellow chiffon dress with a loose belt. Her hair was tied up, revealing her bulging belly. She was obviously much thinner than before she left, and her eyes were not as bright as before.

In the midst of the wind and rain, the man was like a small boat on the sea, leaning alone towards his harbor.

Sometimes... Cheng Yunzhang feels that his junior sister is very similar to his mother.

He is also introverted and likes to carry all the burdens on his thin shoulders, swallowing his broken teeth with blood.

only.

There is always a wrinkled look of sadness on my mother's face, and her slender legs run forward, never stopping for a moment, as if the beast behind her will devour her if she stops.

My mother never smiles.

When he was a child, he asked his mother why she didn't like to laugh.

The mother replied coldly: How can you laugh?

His mother's hand fell heavily on his shoulder. In a trance, her voice echoed in his ears again: I will be able to smile only when you pass the imperial examination.

But Junior Sister Fox loves to laugh.

Sneer, jeer, smile, laugh.

Sometimes when she laughed, all her teeth were exposed, her face was crooked, and she held her belly and made a "hahahaha" sound, completely lacking the reservedness and elegance of the young ladies of the Chen Dynasty.

Sometimes when he smiles, his eyes narrow into a line and he shakes his head. You can tell at a glance that he is up to something sinister.

Sometimes he smiles with his face but not his heart, and gives a faint glance, with eyes filled with cold wind and rain, which makes people afraid.

Junior Sister Fox has a thousand faces, ten thousand faces.

Every face is pretty and vivid!

"Junior Sister." The man's voice was like sand scraping through his throat, rough, raspy, low and pleasant.

He casually placed the book on the stone and stood up to greet him. "If you need anything, just send someone to call me. You are clumsy and it is not convenient for you to walk."

Wen Wan smiled and said, "I've been sitting all day, my legs and feet are a little swollen, let's go out for a walk."

Cheng Yunzhang asked the midwife brought by his master's wife, and the midwife said that pregnancy is hard for women. In addition to morning sickness and pain in the waist and abdomen at the beginning, the body will swell in the later stages of pregnancy, especially the feet, which will be so swollen that they can't even wear shoes.

Two days ago, the master's wife saw the pair of ill-fitting shoes on the junior sister's feet. After she came back, she kept wiping her tears. She first blamed Wen Wan for enduring the pain without mentioning it, and then secretly annoyed herself for not being careful. She said that the junior sister Fox called her mother, but she did not fulfill her obligations as a mother.

Wen Wan's companions, Chen Ma and Hong Mei, were so busy preparing meals for more than a dozen people every day that Chen Ma felt overwhelmed. She finished making half of the insoles and then went back to cooking.

These days, whenever the master's wife had some free time, she picked up her needlework again and was busy making new shoes for Junior Sister Fox.

Cheng Yunzhang felt that he should do something, so he ordered his servant to go to a nearby farmer's house to find some pain-relieving and swelling-reducing ointment. After getting it, he felt that this was a very abrupt move, and he kept hesitating whether he should ask his master's wife to pass it to Wen Wan.

He was unmarried and she was a widow, so if one was not careful, rumors would spread.

Cheng Yunzhang believed that he had a clear conscience, but the rumors kept destroying him.

But I can't care about that at the moment.

"Junior sister, please sit down. I have some pain-relieving and swelling-reducing plaster in my car. I'll get it for you."

"Brother Xiuwen..." Wen Wan smiled and shook her head, "No need. I came here today because I have something I want to ask you. Please sit down."

Seeing Wen Wan's serious expression, Cheng Yunzhang roughly guessed what she was thinking, "Junior sister, you want to ask me about Bozhou, right?"

Cheng Yunzhang is young, but he has a quick mind and a worldly-wise yet unsophisticated understanding.

Wen Wan suspected that she was the mastermind behind Yuan Liulang's knowledge of the Bingzhou incident. Was it really Cheng Yunzhang who told her?

But these... no longer have answers.

"Hmm. I'd like to ask, Brother... what is the personality and preferences of Lord Yan, the Bozhou Governor?"

Cheng Yunzhang hesitated for a moment before asking solemnly, "Junior sister, do you want to give a gift to the prefect?"

"The more courtesy, the less blame." Wen Wan did not deny it. "This case... is very strange. It is impossible for the prefect not to see it, unless someone... is instructing him."

Cheng Yunzhang frowned, "Since you know this, why are you still going to give me a gift?"

Wen Wan smiled bitterly, "There's no other way. Let's go to the pier first. It won't go wrong."

The Great Chen Dynasty was a feudal dynasty where officials were the most important. Laws and reason were of no use. Only power and personal connections mattered.

Cheng Yunzhang disagreed, "Junior sister, even if you sell everything you own, I'm afraid you won't be able to catch the eye of Master Yan."

Gentle and silent.

How could she not know?
It’s just that she…seems to be in control of everything, which gives everyone who follows her a sense of security.

The workers in the winery followed her because they trusted her.

But...in reality, she had no idea how to save her cheap dad.

Pretending to be calm and composed is just a habit developed in the previous life.

Those in high positions must maintain their dignity and dignity, even if their heads are about to fall off. Otherwise, those below them will be even more panicked and confused than you, and will abandon you at the slightest sign of trouble.

Just like when my cheap father was seriously ill, people in the winery were in turmoil, which led to the emergence of people like Shi Jinquan.

(End of this chapter)