Chapter 19 The Enemy's Pretty White Horse

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“That was before.” Wen Zhixu laughed for no apparent reason. “Your daughter is now in good health and can kill a tiger with her bare hands.”

Hui Xin's hands, already clenched under her sleeves, cut him off before he could finish speaking: "My He'er is too weak to even kill a chicken, don't bully her."

"..." That was before!

Wen Zhixu's words were strange. Huixin pressed him for answers repeatedly, but the boy remained tight-lipped. A nameless anger surged within her; if it were her old self, she would have already taught the boy a lesson.

But she is a nun now, how can she hit someone?

With the final chime of the bell, Huixin tiptoed and used a light-footed skill.

She stood atop the temple, the mountain wind whipping through her sleeves.

Wen Zhixu's figure gradually faded into the distance, shrinking into a bluish-green ink blob.

...that brat.

Huixin's thoughts drifted back to the past, when Xiaoxu was still a little dumpling, fair-skinned and well-behaved, holding a book bigger than his face, reading aloud in a serious and meticulous manner, quite mature for his age.

Just now, when Wen Zhixu mentioned He'er's annoying appearance, Huixin felt a surge of anger, which she couldn't suppress even by reciting the Heart Sutra.

She must have been blind to choose this guy as her future son-in-law. Now he's grown up ugly, neither cute nor steady, and his words are sarcastic.

It would be better to just put a sack over their heads and beat them up!

She thought angrily, and unconsciously put more force into rubbing the prayer beads until they creaked.

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Lin Xihe's feet were numb and her mouth was dry. Her drab servant's clothes were so worn that she couldn't even ride in a donkey cart, let alone a horse-drawn carriage!

I wish I could ride a horse.

The thought flashed through my mind like a movie, and background music automatically started playing in my ears—"You carry the load, I ride the horse." However, Tang Sanzang's face gradually transformed into a certain annoying face.

"Pah! Pah! What bad luck!" She forcefully banished the image of the person and the horse from her mind.

This is the fifth pharmacy I've visited since I started walking from the east side of the city to the west.

"Excuse me, do you have any flower-shaped stones?"

"Why is someone asking again? Someone asked just now too." The waiter put down the herbs in his hand, looked at the young man in front of him, and sighed inwardly that it was a pity that such a good-looking person was born into a poor family. "Young man, is your family injured?"

"Yes." Lin Xihe said with a bitter face, "My son is injured."

"Alas, those flower-shaped stones are not something poor families can afford," the waiter said with a look of sympathy.

"Money is not a problem."

The waiter's expression changed instantly. He looked her up and down and said sneer, "What are you pretending for! No! You won't find it in any pharmacy in the whole city!"

Lin Xihe didn't believe it and asked Qingwu, "Which pharmacy is this?"

Qingwu counted on her fingers with difficulty: "Miss, haven't we looked at six, seven, or eight places already?"

This girl doesn't seem very bright.

"Gurgle," Qingwu clutched her stomach and chuckled, "I'm hungry."

"..." Wen Zhixu gave six meat buns. Lin Xihe ate two, and gave the rest to Qingwu.

The two randomly picked a pancake stall and each bought a pancake.

Lin Xihe had little appetite and politely broke off the edges of the pancake. Qingwu, on the other hand, was troubled by the pancake, which was bigger than her own face.

"Don't pretend," Lin Xihe bluntly exposed, "You can eat it." This girl, she could finish two more if you gave her.

“Miss,” Qingwu said shyly, protesting in a low voice, “Didn’t you always say that thin arms and legs are the most beautiful? And you told me to lose weight, lose weight…” The words were halfway out of her mouth, but she couldn’t remember the last word.

The setting sun cracked open a soft-boiled egg on the horizon, then sprinkled shimmering gold leaf onto the river, also turning the man and horse into a pale gold.

The horse circled around and returned to its previous spot. It seemed as if the horse shared a sympathy with its master, as the master's bad mood was transmitted to it.

Smoke curled from chimneys, the streets were bustling, and the clamor of voices washed over him like a tide. In a bad mood, he closed his eyes and let the horse gallop.

A clear, crisp voice suddenly entered my ears, mixed with the whinnying of a horse, and all other noises instantly faded away.

“I’m telling you to lose weight.” Lin Xihe successfully bit a hole in the pancake. “Although you’re cute when you’re chubby, you need to be careful about the three highs: high blood sugar, high blood pressure, and high cholesterol.”

"Losing weight is so hard!" Qingwu chewed on ice, recalling Wen Qi's laughter at her robust figure, her mind struggling violently between being full and being hungry.

The clattering of hooves abruptly stopped.

Wen Zhixu opened his eyes.

At a glance, I saw two servants squatting on the ground eating naan bread; the one on the left was much thinner than the one on the right.

Weight loss, high blood pressure, high cholesterol. Only Lin Xihe would utter such nonsensical words.

Combined with the servant's actions—a huge naan bread covered her face, with two round holes bitten into it, and her annoying eyes peering out of the holes.

The preface to the article is certain that this is Linxi He.

The street scene resembled a scene from a Western painting, much like the Qingming Scroll. Lin Xihe glanced at the passersby with boredom, then her mind suddenly stopped.

She fluttered her eyelashes twice and recognized the handsome white horse.

White Horse points out white teeth: "Shh."

Lin Xihe rolled her eyes twice.

Anyone can outdo someone in whiteness.

The horse was truly eye-catching, and many people recognized Wen Zhixu.

"Hey, isn't that Young Master Wen the Second?"

“I just went to the pharmacy to deliver herbs and happened to run into Young Master Wen buying flower stamen stones.”

"Isn't that for treating external injuries? Is he injured? He doesn't look like it."

"The eldest daughter of the Lin family gave him deer antler velvet; perhaps the wound of the second young master Wen was located there..."

The onlookers lowered their gazes.

Wen Zhixu didn't hear it, but sensed something was wrong, so he whipped his whip and left.

The onlookers, watching his disappearing figure, suddenly understood.

"Isn't that the direction of Yuling Courtyard?"

"Exactly! That entire alley is lined with brothels!"

"A young master holding a soft, fragrant woman in his arms—that is the ultimate pleasure in the world!"

"I didn't expect that Young Master Wen is nothing special. I'll go back and tell my young lady to give up on him!"

"Hypocritical!" Lin Xihe broke off a naan bread while mingling with the onlookers, joining them in their righteous indignation and hurling insults at Wen Zhixu.

The horse galloped along, wandered around the brothel street, and got lost.

Before the brothel, colorful handkerchiefs fluttered in the breeze. Depraved music wafted over, carrying with it a cloying fragrance.

"Young master~ come here~"

"Young master, Miss Lingyao is about to dance!"

The preface to this article is quite lengthy.

The air was filled with the strong scent of perfume. After sneezing several times, the horse hesitated for a moment at the fork in the road before finally raising its hooves and galloping toward the Wen residence.

If you were to ask within the city of Shengjing, whose horse doesn't know the way?

Wenfu!

He bought the foal for a fortune! He raised it from infancy, tending to the grooms with great care and attention!

His mount was good for nothing except being beautiful and powerful.

Passing another pharmacy, Lin Xihe, panting, asked, "Do you have Flower Stamen Stone...?"

She was greeted only by the sound of the door slamming shut.

"What time is it? Are they already closed?!" She peered through the crack in the door.

I caught a glimpse of an elegantly dressed woman selecting medicinal herbs.

The shopkeeper presented her with a plump, white ginseng root with a smile.

Lin Xihe tugged at her rough servant's clothes, and when she remembered that this was all the bad idea of ​​her cheap old man, she was immediately furious.

Qingwu: "Miss, which house is this?"

Lin Xihe: "Didn't you remember it?"

This maid only knows how to eat. Helpless, the master could only step aside and casually peel down a notice from the wall: "Let's ask a few more places and write them down on this small advertisement."

Qingwu searched everywhere for small stones to mark the spot.

Lin Xihe glanced at the notice again.

The painting depicts a sparrow with bright, beady eyes and jet-black feathers.

The letter reads: A hefty reward is offered.

The Duke of Wen's beloved pet myna bird has gone missing and is cherished by his second son. Although the bird cannot yet speak, it is gentle and affectionate. A reward of one hundred taels will be given for any useful clues; a reward of one thousand taels will be given for finding and returning the bird.

Considering all that has happened before, it's not hard to guess where Bu Bu comes from.

Bu Bu, or rather, Cui Huang, is actually the bird of Wen Zhi Xu!

Lin Xihe recalled the way Wen Zhixu called "Cuihuang" in the courtyard that night. Could it be that he was calling "Cuihuang"? Had she misunderstood him?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she cut it off herself; the ink on the letter annulment letter in her makeup box was still fresh.

The preface states that they had no grudges in their past lives, but became sworn enemies in this life, irreconcilable mortal foes.

Haha, her new enemy!

Lin Xihe thought about it again. She was a good young person of the new era who had received nine years of compulsory education and kept the core socialist values ​​firmly in mind.

She certainly understood the principle of returning lost property.

Lin Xihe yawned listlessly: "Qingwu, go and take down all the notices on the wall."

Qingwu: "Huh?"

Miss went to so much trouble and took such good care of the sparrow, and now you've just given it away like this?

A moment later, Qingwu's eyes widened: "One thousand taels of silver?!"

Even the top courtesan Lingyao from the brothel didn't pay this much for her redemption!