Wanjin Lady

Wen Wan's hands were faster than her brain. She suddenly grabbed Wei Zheng's hand with such force that she didn't even notice it. The young lady pursed her lips and said word by word, "I don't allow you to think like that!"

The autumn wind blew in.

The curtains in the corridor were slapping with a loud noise.

Junior Sister Wen’s hands…are so cold!
Wei Zheng's face froze slightly when he saw the young lady opposite him with a misty look in her eyes, as if the autumn water in her eyes was swaying restlessly.

Maybe he really is crazy.

In the eyes of the young lady opposite... there was only heartache... a heartache so deep that it could not be dissolved, as if Wei Zheng had suffered a great injustice, but she was even more wronged than him.

distressed?

Junior Sister Wen...will she feel sorry for him?
His gaze slowly dropped to Wen Wan's hand that was holding his. The moment their eyes met, Wen Wan suddenly pulled her hand away, but was immediately grabbed by the man.

He was so strong that he almost broke her fingers!

Wei Zheng's hands were burning hot, and when he grabbed the back of her hand, a burning sensation came over her!
Wen Wan felt anxious, her scalp went numb, and she pulled away again!

But the other party is stronger!
It was a rare strength and dominance.

With a silent pull, the candlestick rolled down, the light went out, and the room became dark in an instant!
"You..." In the darkness, the man breathed rapidly, as if desperately seeking an answer, "Are you..."

Are you a little attracted to me...?

Even a little bit...

Wen Wan shook off his hand. In the darkness, he couldn't see her expression, but her tone was just the right amount of panic and embarrassment. "My Lord, please calm down. I was just in a hurry just now... Please rest assured, I have no improper thoughts about you. My Lord, you are a man of integrity. You must not be so self-deprecating as you are today!"

"What's more, I have a deep affection for my late husband and will never have any second thoughts in my life!"

The night wind is annoying for no reason.

The bamboo curtains downstairs were colliding, making a sound in the quiet night.

Wen Wan made up her mind and decided to take down all these annoying bamboo curtains tomorrow.

Wei Zheng's hand froze in mid-air, then slowly retracted. In the darkness, the light in the man's eyes gradually dimmed. He curled the corners of his lips in self-mockery, "I just wanted to remind you, Junior Sister, that the candlelight just caught your sleeve."

what.

Wen Wan rubbed the edge of her sleeve with her hand, and sure enough, it felt rough as if the fabric had been burned by fire.

Wen Wan's face was dull. Was she spreading her peacock tail?

But the man's eyes were so dark and clear that it was frightening, as if a ferocious beast had opened its bloody mouth and was about to swallow her.

She had seen Wei Zheng's extremely aggressive look before.

That was... when they were making love on their couch.

Sure enough, after the figure regained its memory, its temperament became different from before.

Wen Wan secretly rolled up her sleeves into a line, smiled awkwardly, and picked up the candlestick on the ground, "Thank you for your reminder, my lord."

Hearing rustling sounds from behind, Wei Zheng stood up. "It's getting late, Junior Sister Wen, please go back early. By the way, your coachman... Li Xiaochun, send him to the barracks tomorrow. I'll train him well for Junior Sister. If there are any more gangsters causing trouble next time, he won't drag Junior Sister down with him."

"No rush, let's deal with Jia first these few days. I still need him." Wen Wan stood up holding the candle and turned to the figure who turned over and walked out, "My Lord, his name is Chen Xiaochun!"

Zhao Heng, bored out of his mind, squatted outside the Red Mansion. He had a blade of grass between his teeth and a twig between his fingers, fiddling with it on the ground. Occasionally, he would glance up at the candlelight in the second-floor room. Hmm.

My own marquis just likes this widow!
It would be disastrous if the Queen knew about this!
I’m afraid that I, who am on the lookout, will be implicated as well!

Zhao Heng didn't understand. There were tens of thousands of women in the world, so why did the Marquis choose to hang himself on this tree of Miss Wen?
Isn’t that tree of Miss Xu’s good?

What's more, there are two small saplings trailing behind the tree of Miss Wen!
There was a rustling sound, and Zhao Heng looked up to see Wei Zheng climbing over the wall from the second floor. He pulled the dogtail grass out of his mouth with a "Pah" sound, and when he got closer, he found that Wei Zheng's face was frighteningly gloomy. "My Lord..."

Wei Zheng turned a deaf ear to him, jumped on his horse, and rushed out of the alley in a moment.

Zhao Heng felt uneasy when he saw that. This... this... this... could it be that the Marquis' confession had failed?
"My Lord, wait for me!" Zhao Heng immediately mounted his horse and chased after him.

late at night.

The Governor's Courtyard was brightly lit, and servants bustled about, making it even busier than during the day. Not long after, Miss Xu, dressed in a light autumn shirt, hurried over. After handing over her visiting card according to etiquette, she met Hou Ji and said, "Young General Hou, I heard that the Marquis was drunk and nearly fell off his horse. Could I go in and take a look?"

"This..." Hou Ji knew that the Marquis did not like to be entangled with Miss Xu, but when a young lady came running to him late at night with a look of concern on her face that did not seem fake, he really could not say anything cruel.

"I asked the servants to prepare some hangover soup. There are only two maids in the Governor's Court, and I'm afraid they're overwhelmed right now. I'll just take a look and leave."

While Hou Jizhen and Miss Xu were practicing Tai Chi, Zhao Heng had already carried Wei Zheng back to the bed in the room. The servants fetched water for Wei Zheng to wash his body and called a doctor.

Meng Yuanjie arrived first. Upon entering the room, he saw Wei Zheng with his right side naked, his shoulder swollen and bruised. He demanded, "The Marquis has been riding a horse since he was young. Even when seriously injured, he never fell off his horse while fighting the enemy! And you, on the other hand, boasted last time that you would follow the Marquis and never let him get hurt."

Zhao Heng pursed his lips but didn't make any excuses.

It's hard to say that the Marquis's temperament changed drastically after seeing Miss Wen tonight, and he fell off his horse because he was drunk, right?
Meng Yuanjie was very efficient and pushed the oil towards Wei Zheng's shoulders. Wei Zheng was drunk and passed out, letting his subordinates manipulate him.

Meng Yuanjie also noticed Wei Zheng's strange behavior, so he quietly asked Zhao Heng, "What happened tonight? The Marquis never drinks too much!"

Zhao Heng bit his lip and looked away.

Since it was Wei Zheng's private matter, Meng Yuanjie naturally didn't ask too much and could only clean up the mess silently.

A faint fragrance of cassia twig floated from the red gauze tent. Wei Zheng seemed to be half asleep, staring at the silver threads hanging from the top of the tent with his eyes unfocused.

I was thinking about what Wen Wan had just said.

Deep affection for your late husband?
Never remarry in this life?

He believed her!
It's just an excuse to politely reject him!

Is Wei Zheng so despicable? Does Wen Wan need to use the excuse of remaining faithful to her deceased husband to trick him into giving up?
Wei Zheng's head was dizzy, and his body was like an untied boat drifting on the river. He felt empty inside, and the house was also cold and deserted.

The intermittent sound of the night watch drifted in from outside the window, and in a trance, it seemed as if cold fingers penetrated into my clothes.

Wei Zheng suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, there was no sleepiness in his eyes!
He never leaves his sword, even under his pillow. This is his custom. In the dim candlelight, Wei Zheng unsheathed his sword and swung it at the figure in front of him.

Precise, powerful, and relentless.

The lights in the house flickered unsteadily and almost went out.

A strand of Xu Xiaoniangzi's long hair on the left side, injured by Wei Zheng's sword energy, fluttered to the ground. Xu Xiaoniangzi slumped onto the floor by the window, her face pale, her lips trembling, "My lord...it's me...I...I just came to deliver a bowl of hangover soup..." (End of this chapter)