Chapter 428: Wen Family Secrets

In my previous life, I married Wen Yan.

Although he didn't get the top spot, he was still the second.

Because Wen Yan was good at business and had inexhaustible wealth, there were no worries in the backyard.

this life.

Wen Yan married Ying Zhilin.

Ying Zhilin went from being a poor boy who couldn't even afford to eat to being able to buy a house in Huaihua Lane in just one year.

Now he has passed the imperial examination and become the top scorer.

Does this mean that all the luck that originally belonged to me has been transferred to Ying Zhilin as Wen Yan remarried?

So, did I lose my luck?

As long as she finds Wen Yan, will his luck come back?

The next day.

Ying Zhilin went to the Hanlin Academy to take up his post immediately.

As soon as he finished registering, he was told that he had been demoted from editor to scholar-official.

"Thank you." Ying Zhilin responded.

He went into the house and picked an empty seat to sit down.

"He is Ying Zhilin. He offended the Fifth Princess at the Qionglin Banquet, and was demoted to a Shujishi before he could even warm his new position as an editor."

"He was the first top scholar in Dayong's history to become a Shujishi. He was a pioneer."

"A Shujishi has no rank or status, and is disliked by the Emperor and the Fifth Princess. I wonder if he will ever have a chance to turn things around in his life."

"They say he's even more handsome than the top scholar in the imperial examination, and the rumors are true. If he had married the princess, he wouldn't have to go through this hardship."

The discussion reached Ying Zhilin's ears.

He was not angry, but smiled at those people and found someone to lead the activity.

The people who were talking looked embarrassed and went back to their work.

Ying Zhilin only worked in the yamen for one day and was given three months of home leave, which allowed those who passed the imperial examination to go home to visit their families and worship their ancestors.

It should be known that Lin's hometown is close to the capital, so a month or so should be enough.

Ying Zhilin pulled the person in charge of holidays aside and talked about flowers, birds, life and ideals.

The man wanted to escape, and Ying Zhilin followed him.

Whenever he went to the toilet, Yingzhi Lin would wait for him at a distance.

He squatted until his legs became numb and he could only walk with his legs spread out.

He was so annoyed that they had to grant him a three-month vacation.

Ying Zhilin took the leave note and went home happily.

Wen Yan didn’t expect that he would have a three-month vacation: “Then when will we return to Songshan Village?

If you pass the imperial examination and become the top scholar, the clan leader will definitely hold a grand celebration."

"Go back in two days and buy some things in the capital first." Ying Zhilin arranged.

During these two days, Wen Yan arranged the business in the shop, bought some things, and found someone to renovate the house in Huaihua Lane.

After buying everything, they picked up Brother Liu Si early in the morning and set off back to Songshan Village.

The carriage wobbled out of the capital.

at the same time.

Wen Zeduan finished the most important class and estimated that the time was almost up.

He said goodbye to his classmates and quietly climbed over the wall to leave the academy.

Just because a few days ago, he received a letter from a little beggar.

There was an address on the letter, asking him to go to that place and wait there this afternoon, as there was a huge surprise waiting for him.

He didn't recognize the words on the paper.

But this did not stop him from being curious and wanting to join in the fun.

After disguising themselves, they made their way to the address on the letter and discovered that it was a private residence.

From the outside, it looks very ordinary.

But when he climbed up the wall and looked inside, he found that although the house was small, it was decorated very exquisitely.

A boy of about eleven or twelve was chopping wood in the corner.

Maybe he heard some movement on the wall.

The young man raised his head and caught Wen Zeduan red-handed.

The two of them, one above and one below, stared at each other.

Wen Zeduan was shocked.

This is because the facial features of the young boy chopping wood are 50% similar to those of his father.

He is about 70% similar to my younger self.

But the young man was dressed in rags and looked very skinny.

"You..." The boy tilted his head and spoke slowly.

Wen Zeduan quickly made a "hush" sound.

The young man actually stopped talking.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the main room: "You bastard, are you slacking off again?

I tell you, if you don’t finish chopping this wood today, you won’t be able to eat.”

Then, a woman in her thirties, dressed in bright clothes, came out.

Wen Zeduan quickly hid himself.

The woman glared at the boy with disdain, fanning herself gracefully and sitting down on the rocking chair under the shade of the tree.

"You bastard, move the tea table out to me."

"Yes, ma'am." The boy turned and walked into the house.

As soon as he moved, Wen Zeduan discovered that not only was he limping, but he also had an iron chain as thick as a child's arm on his leg.

Whenever he moved, there was a rustling sound.

After a while, he brought out a heavy tea table and placed it next to the woman.

The woman kicked him in disgust and said, "Go to work now. After you chop the firewood, clean the tiles in the yard."

The boy lowered his head and went to work.

Just then.

The sound of a horse-drawn carriage came from the alley.

Wen Zeduan immediately climbed down the wall and hid in a corner.

Soon, an ordinary carriage stopped at the gate of the yard.

After the sound of the door opening, the beautiful woman's gentle voice was heard: "Husband, why did you come just now? I missed you so much."

"I miss you too. Have you been good these days?" the man coaxed softly.

Why does this male voice sound so familiar!

It seems...it seems like my father's voice.

No way!

He shook his head in disbelief.

His father and mother have always respected each other, and there are several beautiful concubines in the family. It is impossible for him to risk the public opinion and keep a mistress outside.

Once the incident gets out of hand, it will not only damage the official's reputation, but will also implicate the children.

He couldn't believe that his father would do such a ridiculous thing, so he climbed up the wall again and looked inside.

Wen Zeduan felt like he was struck by lightning.

It turns out...it really is my father.

My father actually kept a mistress behind the family's back.

Fortunately, the concubine did not have any children...

Just as he had this thought, a girl of about thirteen or fourteen ran out of the yard.

The girl flew into Master Wen's arms, raised her little face, and looked at Master Wen admiringly: "Daddy, Mi'er misses you so much..."

The bastard who chopped wood looked at the warm scene of this family with envy.

The girl glared at him with disgust: "What are you looking at, you bastard? This is my daddy. If you dare to look at me any more, I will break your legs and gouge your eyes out."

The bastard cowered in fear: "Forgive me, Miss. I won't dare to do that again."

"Okay. It's rare for your father to come back, why bother with those dirty things." The woman touched the girl's head and coaxed her into the house.

Lord Wen glanced at the bastard with disgust and said, "Don't torture him too harshly. He is my son after all."

The woman immediately refused to obey and punched Master Wen in the chest: "Hmph! Do you still have feelings for that yellow-faced woman at home?"

"You know, in my body and in my heart, there is only you."

"Then swear that if you still like that yellow-faced woman, let Wen Zeduan and Wen Ruyuetian be struck by lightning and die miserably. You.

Men will be slaves and women will be prostitutes for generations to come."