He doesn't believe it

"Oh."

Wen Jingzhao chuckled, "So, what are we?"

Countless hugs, kisses, and whispers, what does that mean?

He Yingchun just stood there, not saying a word for a long time.

Wen Jingzhao slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Is this the reason why you don't want to marry me?"

No wonder she was speechless when talking about marriage that day. It turned out that she had made such plans.

"The person you like is Heng Yusheng?" He pressed on, not giving up and insisting on getting an answer.

He Yingchun was startled and nodded, "Yes."

Another light reply came, as if it was torture to his heart.

Wen Jingzhao's eyes were slightly red, and his eyelashes were trembling. He pulled He Yingchun's arm and forced her to look back, "Okay, I want you to look at me! Look at me and talk!"

He Yingchun bit the tip of her tongue, the smell of blood spread in her mouth, forcing back her tears. She shook off Wen Jingzhao's hand again.

"I've already told you that I like someone else! Are you annoying me? I don't want to be with you anymore! Do you understand?" She frowned, her face full of impatience.

Wen Jingzhao's figure flashed, and he heard her say, "Wen Jingzhao, people will change."

He looked at her eyes, which were still clear and bright, and suddenly he felt as if he were in another world.

He Yingchun looked up at Wen Jingzhao's red eyes, pinched her fingertips, gritted her teeth and said cruelly, "Wen Jingzhao, I...I don't want to wait for you to be freed from slavery anymore. I don't want to send you to the battlefield in fear and hope for your return..."

Wen Jingzhao's face was silent and sad, and his voice broke as he said, "He Yingchun, think it through. Say it again."

He Yingchun's eyes flushed red, and the words she was about to say became extremely difficult. Her whole body was cold and she didn't dare look him in the eye. Bitterness spread in her mouth. "I've put all the money you gave me in your room. Let's...end it here."

That's it? What does it mean to end here?

She looked resolute and didn't seem to be pretending. Wen Jingzhao felt a dryness in his throat, as if all the blood in his body had stagnated.

Wen Jingzhao lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

He pulled the corners of his mouth, his expression suddenly cold, and said sarcastically, "No wonder Zhang Chao said you are fickle."

He Yingchun was stunned when she heard this. She felt bitter and walked into the house. "Let others say whatever they want."

Seeing her leave, Wen Jingzhao paused, and the hurtful words almost blurted out, "He's really not wrong."

He Yingchun didn't stop and closed the door with a "bang".

Finally, tears burst out of my eyes, slid down in big drops and fell to the ground.

…

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Chao yawned. He had just caught up on some sleep and came late.

Wen Jingzhao tortured the bandit in prison, and he tortured the bandit half to death, but he finally got the truth out of him.

He wiped the blood off his hands and slowly lowered his sleeves. The cruelty in his eyes had not yet dissipated. Screams were heard behind him. Zhang Chao smelled the smell of blood and moved away from him. "What did you get?"

"They plan to rob the prison. If the prison break fails, they will rob the execution ground. The specific date is still under discussion. The contact information of the teahouse is in the direction of the weeds in front of the door. If they are on opposite sides, they will meet at noon." There are also some miscellaneous contents, which are all recorded by a dedicated person.

Scarface should be able to speak with some influence in the village and know more. Zhang Chao looked at the small notebook and nodded, "It contains quite a lot of information."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Chao asked hurriedly when he heard Jing Zhao walking out.

"Go do something first." Wen Jingzhao lowered his eyes, with a hint of coldness in his words.

Heng Yusheng would show up at the noodle shop every evening these days and have a free meal.

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, she was holding a small pot of fruit wine and was in a good mood. She decided to have noodles with meat sauce today and asked Yingchun to prepare some refreshing side dishes.

She sighed softly, wishing she were really a man. She would marry He Yingchun and bring her home so that she could see her smiling face every day and eat the delicious food she cooked.

Disguising herself as a man has always been a responsibility and a shackle for her, but for the first time, Heng Yusheng had the delusion of becoming a man.

She felt a chill behind her, turned around, and the dagger brushed against her ear, breaking a few strands of her hair in half.

"Bang!" The wine jug fell to the ground, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

"Who!" Heng Yusheng was immediately alerted by the extremely strong murderous intent. He pulled out a dagger from his waist and blocked it behind him, while kicking his feet backwards fiercely.

If it were an ordinary person, she would have been able to hit one of them with each stab and kick, but the opponent turned around lightly and hit her chest. Heng Yusheng blocked it with one hand, and her arm felt pain, so she took a step back.

She looked at Wen Jingzhao, "It's you? You want to kill me?" She snorted coldly, "Incompetent men can only attack by surprise!"

Wen Jingzhao's face was grim as he retracted his dagger. "If I really wanted to kill you, it wouldn't be your hair that would be cut off, but your head."

His eyes were sharp and his aura was intimidating. "What is your purpose in approaching He Yingchun?"

Wen Jingzhao thought about it and decided that he didn't believe a single word He Yingchun said, but no matter how he asked, he couldn't get any information out of her. She would only say hurtful words to hurt his heart. Since she wouldn't tell him anything, he could only come here and interrogate this pretty boy.

"What's your purpose? A gentleman would love to marry a beautiful lady. What purpose could there be?" Heng Yusheng looked at her unkindly. She touched the hidden weapon in her sleeve with her back hand. It was a short needle she used for self-defense. She had one on each side, and it was poisoned. It could save her life in a critical moment.

"A beautiful lady, a gentleman's dream?" Wen Jingzhao held the hilt of the knife. Although his tone was playful, his jawline was tightened and anger was rolling in his dark pupils.

Heng Yusheng couldn't stand his behavior. What was he pretending to be? He was just looking at the pot while having his cake and eating it too. "Why? Yingchun and I hit it off at first sight and fell in love at second sight. You..."

Normally, being jealous of He Yingchun was just a form of entertainment, but to Wen Jingzhao, Heng Yusheng's words now sounded particularly harsh and nauseating.

Before he finished speaking, Wen Jingzhao moved his fingers slightly, pulled out the dagger, and the sharp blade cut through Heng Yusheng's sleeve.

Heng Yusheng's expression changed slightly, and his left thumb pressed the button of the machine. "Swoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" Several small needles flew out from his sleeves, and only the afterimages of the needle tails could be seen with the naked eye.

Wen Jingzhao moved his feet, his figure flashed, and he swung the dagger quickly.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The small needle collided with the blade of the short knife, making a subtle and crisp sound, and the small needle fell to the ground.

What a skill, Heng Yusheng thought to herself. She had asked Lu Ban's disciples to make this machine. It was delicate and exquisite, and most importantly, the needle was so thin and fast that it was difficult to catch with the naked eye. Although it was emitted from one direction, it was thrown in all directions, with different speeds and no pattern.

Wen Jingzhao actually blocked it!

Heng Yusheng no longer hesitated, and the dagger flew out and stabbed Wen Jingzhao's eyes. At the same time, she pressed the button on her right hand, turned around and ran. She had to make it clear to He Yingchun that helping her would be life-threatening. She just wanted to open a restaurant to make some money, but she wouldn't risk her life.

Wen Jingzhao dodged the dagger. The direction of the needle was tricky and it was difficult to avoid it. The mechanism was exquisite and rare for ordinary people. His eyes darkened and he became more suspicious of Heng Yusheng's identity.

He jumped over and kicked Heng Yusheng's leg. "Why are you running?"

Heng Yusheng stumbled and fell to the ground. She was already short of breath, and after what happened just now, her face turned pale. She coughed softly, "Ahem, if you want to kill me, Yingchun will be extremely sad and hate you to the bone."

She really knew how to poke people in the heart. Wen Jingzhao lowered his eyes, narrowed them, and put the dagger to her neck. He resisted the urge to kill her with the knife. "What deal did you reach?"

Heng Yusheng looked up at him, hiding the surprise in his eyes.

Wen Jingzhao didn't miss her surprised expression, and he guessed it right. He put the dagger close to Heng Yusheng's skin and said sternly, "Speak!"

Heng Yusheng coughed twice, his face pale. "You're about to marry someone else, why are you still concerned about our deal?"

Wen Jingzhao paused, his expression froze, "Marry someone else?"

He Yingchun looked up at the door. The sun was about to set, with only a little glow left before it slowly sank into darkness.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Heng Yusheng had agreed with her to come in the evening. He always came on time in the past, but today he was late.

For some reason, her eyelids kept twitching and she muttered to herself that nothing should happen. She was still thinking about letting Heng Yusheng try some new dishes.

Heng Yusheng has run a restaurant for many years and is very knowledgeable about the taste of the dishes and has a good understanding of the management methods.

Unlike her mother who usually only commented that her dishes were delicious, there was originally a picky young master who offered some constructive suggestions, but now she offended him so much that everything was gone.

Since that night, Wen Jingzhao never spoke to her again, and they didn't say hello when they met. If Gesan hadn't shouted happily every time he came back, she wouldn't have known that there was such a living person in the house.

He Yingchun lowered her head slightly and touched the pinch mark on her palm. It had already scabbed over. She did not drink the magic medicine to heal the wound, but watched it and reminded herself all the time that this play had to go on.

At least, don't drag him down.

"Boss! I want another serving of braised pork!"

He Yingchun rubbed the tip of her nose, which was slightly sore, and replied with a smile, "Okay!"

She made the braised pork exactly according to the recipe, but the score was only 8. She didn't know what was wrong, but the system wouldn't rate a dish a second time after it rated it, so she could only figure it out on her own.

After cutting the pork into pieces, blanch it in boiling water to remove the blood, then remove it and set aside.

Put oil in the pot, add sugar after heating, and stir-fry the sugar until it turns brown. Add the blanched pork belly and stir-fry until the pork belly is colored. Then add rice wine, ginger slices, green onions, star anise, bay leaves, cinnamon and other seasonings and stir-fry until fragrant.

He Yingchun was about to add soy sauce when she looked at the jar and found it was almost empty.

"Mom, fill another jar of soy sauce!" "Right away!"

Add soy sauce, salt and other seasonings, stir-fry evenly, pour in boiling water when it is almost done, the water should cover the meat, and add dried dates.

It will take about 15 minutes to stew until it is soft and the juice will slowly reduce until the soup is thick.

He Yingchun had stewed the meat in advance, and it became soft and tender in less than a quarter of an hour. She poked the meat and touched it lightly with her chopsticks. The meat shook twice, and the juice came out. The color was deep red, which was particularly beautiful.

If He Yingchun said that braised pork should be served with white rice, it would be delicious with a bite of meat and a bite of rice, but people here like noodles. Some people order a bowl of vegetarian noodles, pour braised pork on it, and make it a direct stew. Some people order a few crispy pastries, put braised pork in them, and eat it as a roujiamo.

"Boss He!" Someone in front called He Yingchun. She wiped her hands, lifted the curtain and walked out. She saw that it was a waiter from Jiangyuelou.

"The boss is sick and won't be coming over for the next few days. I was sent here to tell him." The waiter panted slightly. He Yingchun wanted to pour him some water. "Goodbye, I have to go back now. Don't bother me, Boss He. I'm leaving now!"

The guy ran away in a flash. He Yingchun frowned. Heng Yusheng coughed all the time and was indeed not feeling well, but he was fine a few days ago. How could he be sick?

He Yingchun planned to take some things to see when she had time, after all, the man had helped her a lot.

There weren't many people here today, so I closed the shop early and went home.

As soon as she entered the house, He Yingchun's eyes blurred and she saw a red scene in front of her. She froze in her place. Her mother asked, "Why don't you go in?"

She followed He Yingchun's gaze and saw a red wedding dress hanging on the thin rope that was usually used to dry clothes. Judging from the size, it was obviously a man's dress.

In the light of the lantern, the golden patterns on the wedding dress sparkled and were very dazzling.