Wanjin Lady

Chapter 335 Past
Wen Jing felt a little sad. She used to think her brother-in-law was fierce, but after not seeing him for a long time, she missed him a little.

At least her brother-in-law can teach her kung fu.

She told her brother-in-law that she didn't want to get married, and he supported her very much.

He would also secretly give her pocket money!
Wei Zheng frowned when he heard this. How could someone with such good skills climb up the mountain and fall into the river and drown?

Why do I smell a conspiracy?

Wen Jing was annoyed. "Master Wei, I've said so much, it's your turn now. Tell me quickly, how do we deal with Zhang Erniu? That bastard always complains to me when he can't beat me, and then his mother comes to settle the score with my mother. He's such a coward!"

Wei Zheng motioned her over and whispered something to her. Wen Jing blinked, hesitant to speak but eager to try. Her eyes flashed wildly with signals of her heart beating. "This...this is not good, right? My mother will beat me if she finds out."

"Why don't you just not let your mother know?"

"But what if she doubts me?"

"You're just refusing to admit it! You're shouting that it's unfair!"

Wen Jing made a few "tsk tsk tsk" sounds and looked Wei Zheng up and down. "Sir Wei, you must have received many beatings when you were a child."

The curve of Wei Zheng's lips stiffened, his expression froze for a moment, and then he smiled and said, "My mother died very early, and my father's life and death were unknown for more than ten years. I grew up in the care of my aunt. The servants in the house were afraid of me and never dared to play with me."

Wen Jing was puzzled, "Why?"

"Because..." Wei Zheng smiled faintly. The moonlight fell sadly on his shoulders. His eyes seemed to be filled with an unclear mist. "Bumps and bruises are inevitable when playing. If I bump or hit them, they will die."

Wen Jing sighed with a mature expression, "Master Wei is truly pitiful."

Wei Zheng felt that the entire Wen family was very interesting, including Old Man Wen who only followed his daughter's lead, Madam Liu who looked strong on the outside but was actually weak, Aunt Chen who had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and Wen Jing who looked gentle and well-behaved but was actually a wild and unruly person.

Wei Zheng grabbed the teacup on the table and suddenly saw the little girl's eyes light up, then her lips opened and she said something shocking.

"Master Wei, you can marry into our Wen family! That way you'll have a family and won't be alone anymore!"

Wei Zheng made a "puff" sound and the tea sprayed all over Wen Jing's face.

Wen Jing said: I feel really numb.

"Me?" Wei Zheng laughed in anger, "You want me to marry into your family?"

Wen Jing raised her hand and slowly wiped the tea off her face. "What's wrong with my family? My sister is very good at making money, and you are living a comfortable life at home, sheltered from the wind and rain. And Lord Wei still doesn't want you to?"

"Besides, my elder sister will find another husband sooner or later, and since you are senior and junior brothers, marrying into the family would be the best of both worlds."

Wei Zheng: ...

"Things between men and women aren't that simple." Wei Zheng covered his face and coughed softly. Then, fearing that the girl might say something irresponsible and cause trouble, he frowned and warned her, "Don't say this to anyone. Otherwise, both your father and your sister will be criticized."

Wen Jing pouted, "A widow is always prone to gossip. I know."

Wei Zheng stared at Wen Jing with a smile, "Second Miss Wen, sometimes...some beatings...are what you asked for."

Wen Jing shook her head. "It's boring. I'm going to play Zhao Zhao."

After saying that, the man threw away his palm-leaf fan and walked into the house.

Now, Wei Zheng was left alone in the courtyard. Two or three Wen family servants were unpacking the carriage, while Chen Ma and Hong Mei were cleaning up in the kitchen. The clinking of pots and pans was accompanied by the occasional complaint from Chen Ma.

The wind blew the trees, the moonlight was sad and beautiful, and the whole Bozhou City fell silent. Only the low voices of the Wen family could be heard.

Wei Zheng lay in the armchair, feeling the cool evening breeze and the white noise in his ears. He actually fell asleep in such a noisy environment.

He had a dream. Perhaps it was because he had just talked to Wen Jing about his family's past, but he dreamed of his family again.

That night, Kyoto was filled with blazing flames, and the entire city was as bright as day.

The rebels surrounded the Duke's mansion, and countless soldiers poured into his home, burning, killing, and looting. During the chaos, he and his sister were separated. He watched helplessly as a long-bearded general stabbed his sister in the abdomen, then wrapped her entrails around a spear. The man laughed and dragged his sister's young body, pulling her entrails like kite strings, the longest stretch being over ten feet long. He heard the general's men clapping and cheering, and then they charged wildly through the courtyard on horseback. They grabbed the servants and asked them where he and his mother had gone. Those who couldn't answer were slit in the throat.

The bluestone floor of the yard was covered in blood, a sea of ​​red, and the sounds of people screaming were everywhere.

His mother held him tightly in her arms. He cried out for his sister, but his mother dragged him into the dark cellar to hide.

He dreamed of his mother's dark eyes, like a dying she-wolf, filled with despair.

She said, "Eat it. You will live."

"Find your father and let him avenge us."

"Don't eat? Then you're forcing me to death."

"Wei Zheng, do you want me to die?"

"Live. Live... only then there is hope."

What to eat
In his dream, he couldn't see clearly. The more unclear he looked, the more he scratched his head. Until he looked closer, he saw that it was a piece of flesh cut from his mother's body!
And the mother has turned into a pile of bones!
Wei Zheng woke up suddenly!
Those sinister eyes suddenly opened, filled with overwhelming murderous intent. Almost instantly, veins popped up on his hands as he grabbed the wrist of the man who approached him.

A painful groan was heard.

It's a young lady!
The redness in Wei Zheng's eyes faded away, and he looked around in a daze. The night wind blew, and a wisp of the fragrance of soapberry mixed with wild gardenia rushed into his nose, waking him up.

Memories slowly flooded back like a tide, and then I remembered... he wasn't in Kyoto, he was in Bozhou... he was in the Wen family's courtyard.

Everything in the dream... was already very far away from him.

He had already reduced those who had killed the Wei family to ashes.

It’s just… I didn’t realize I was just a guest in the dream.

"Wei Zheng!" A loud cry came from my ear.

Wei Zheng's three souls returned to two spirits, his gaze fixed on the young lady's worried face, then he looked down and saw that his hand was tightly grasping a white wrist.

He let go of her hand and said, "Sorry."

Several bruised finger marks immediately appeared on Wen Wan's wrist.

Wei Zheng had cold sweat on his forehead, and he was breathing rapidly while supporting himself on the edge of the chair.

Wen Wan pulled her wrist back and looked at him blankly, "You...had a nightmare?"

"Hmm." The man's voice was buzzing and unusually dark, as if he had not yet completely emerged from the nightmare. He was shrouded in a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

Wen Wan had never seen Wei Zheng like this before.

She licked her lips, "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed..." Wei Zheng fell silent suddenly. Wen Wan handed him a cup of tea. Wei Zheng held it in his hand. Tea leaves were floating on the surface of the tea, rising and falling. He saw his own dark eyes.

Like an evil spirit shrouded in darkness, walking in the world.

(End of this chapter)