Chapter 2 Rebirth and Meeting Him Again

"Master, can you really do this?" the little boy murmured in front of the alchemy furnace.

"It's okay if I say it's okay. He still has an unfinished love affair. I, your master, will act as the matchmaker!" The white-bearded Taoist priest waved his whisk at the transparent soul.

Half a day later...

The old Taoist narrowed his eyes and glanced at the young disciple who was sleeping beside the alchemy furnace.

Then, he took out the wine gourd from his waist and took a big sip. After a while, he staggered towards the jade-white table.

"Ouch~ I was so careless~"

A black furnace tripod was overturned by the old Taoist's snow-white sleeves, and a ghost quietly flew away from the hall...

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Wei Qingcheng suddenly woke up from the bed, with beads of sweat sliding down her white neck.

He touched his arm and it was warm, then he pulled his ear and it hurt. It was not a ghost, so he was confirmed to be still alive. It must be that his family members had discovered him early and saved him.

He thought of Sun Yanhong and Wang Yu, and angrily pushed open the door: "Someone come! I want to divorce my wife!"

The personal servant Awu quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth: "Sir, don't talk nonsense. You are not married yet. Why divorce your wife? Be careful not to ruin your reputation!"

"Not married yet?" Wei Qingcheng pulled down Awu's hand

Awu was about to leave: "Yes, sir, you are confused because of sleep, or you want to get married, I will go talk to the lady now."

"Hey! No! Go and pour me a cup of tea first." Wei Qingcheng stopped him.

Back in the room, Wei Qingcheng pulled her ear again to make sure she was not dreaming. Was she living her life again?

This time, he couldn't let anyone's life be lost in vain. Although he usually did some good deeds here and there, he couldn't risk his own life for the so-called success of others.

Wei Qingcheng tapped his slender fingers on the round table, his long eyelashes flickering slightly. He picked up the teacup and took a sip, then put it down, his eyes gleaming with a smart light: "Awu!"

"What's wrong, sir?" Awu put down the quilt on the bed and ran over.

Wei Qingcheng: "Go to the yard and call Wang Yu over."

Awu: “Yes!”

Since the two of them are so in love, let's bring them together as soon as possible. I hope they can be a perfect couple and never harm others.

After a while, A Wu called Wang Yu over. Wei Qingcheng looked at Wang Yu, who was hunched over and standing stiffly in front of the round table: "Sir!"

Wei Qingcheng opened her thin lips slightly: "Well, it will be Mid-Autumn Festival in two days, come with me and Awu to go out for a walk."

"Yes, it is my honor to go out with you, sir. I will definitely protect you." Wang Yu bowed and looked up at Wei Qingcheng with a smile on his face.

He pretended well, no wonder I didn't notice any clues in my previous life. Wei Qingcheng waved her hands. She really didn't want to look at this ungrateful person.

As soon as Wang Yu stepped out of the door, Xiao Cui came in: "Second Master! Madam asked you to go to the front hall for dinner. She said there is something important to discuss today. Please be sure to come."

Wei Qingcheng nodded, and understood in her heart that this should be a marriage between herself and Sun Yanhong: "Well, Awu, change your clothes!"

After a moment, Xiao Cui saw a tall young man wearing a light green long gown with narrow sleeves and a cross-collar. The collar was printed with golden bamboo leaves, which shimmered in the sunlight coming in through the window. She looked up along the collar, and saw the fine hairs sticking to his tight skin. His affectionate eyes looked over.

"What are you looking at? Xiao Cui, this dress is nice, isn't it? The color is especially suitable for the occasion."

Xiao Cui came back to her senses, and when she lowered her head in a hurry, she saw that the young master seemed to be wearing a green headband today: "I have overstepped my bounds and shouldn't have stared at you, but - young master, this headband can't be green, right?"

Wei Qingcheng lifted the green hairband with her slender fingers and walked out of the house. "Nothing, just look if you want to. Clothes are worn to be seen by others. Green is the main color today. After all, this green hat can't be worn every day."

"Ah? Sir, what does this mean?" Xiao Cui was a little confused.

"Let's go, don't let mother wait anxiously!" Wei Qingcheng smiled, and Xiao Cui was so busy looking at her own master that she didn't even remember about the green headband.

When seeing her parents again, Wei Qingcheng couldn't describe the bitterness in her heart. She didn't know how sad her parents must have been when she died in her previous life.

"Father, Mother, I'm late!" Wei Qingcheng bowed and saluted. Father and Mother Wei looked at each other in surprise.

Mother Wei raised her hand to support him: "What's wrong with my son today? He is so well-behaved. Normally, he talks to me in a coquettish way."

He stood up and sat down, and the maids brought food to the main table one after another.

"Dad, Mom, your kindness in giving birth to me and raising me is greater than heaven. What's wrong with me bowing to you? I want to bow to you every day in the future!"

Mother Wei looked at Father Wei with satisfaction, "Oh, look at this child, he has grown up!"

"It finally looks like this," Father Wei nodded.

During the meal, Wei's mother picked up a braised lion's head for Wei Qingcheng, looked at him, put down her chopsticks and said, "My son has grown up and become sensible. It's time for him to find a suitable marriage."

Father Wei continued, "Yes, I think the third daughter of the Sun family is very good, gentle and virtuous, and good-looking. Minister Sun passed by our shop a few days ago and discussed this with me. I also brought a portrait. Qingcheng, come and take a look after dinner."

Wei Qingcheng swallowed the rice in her mouth and picked up a piece of salt-baked chicken for each of Wei's father and mother: "I'm still young, there's no rush."

Mother Wei: "You are not young anymore. Your elder brother already has your sister-in-law when he was your age. Minister Sun is an official appointed by the court, and Miss Sun has also read sage books since she was young. She is not an ordinary woman. My son, why don't you take a look at each other and talk about it after you meet each other?"

Wei Qingcheng thought about it and agreed: "Let's meet during the Mid-Autumn Festival in two days. If Miss Sun San has time, let's meet."

Father Wei stroked his beard happily: "Good, eat more. Minister Sun is very popular in the court. It would be a great story if our Qingcheng could marry the third lady."

Wei Qingcheng was chewing his food, his mind full of the resentful look on Sun Yanhong's face when she pinched his neck, as if he was the one who broke up the couple. Sun Yanhong, I will help you this time!

The next day, in the scholarly garden of Zhang Mansion.

"Hey! Hey~hey! Look at my poem!"

"I think~ not so good!"

A group of young men in round-necked white robes and young ladies in light red cross-collared wide-sleeved jackets were writing poems and appreciating flowers in the garden.

This is the Zhang family's annual poetry appreciation meeting. In order to treat everyone equally and not care about their appearance, but only appreciate the elegance of poetry, the Zhang family gave Zhe and other young men and women uniform clothing based on their gender when sending out invitations.

"Qingcheng, please take a look at my poem!"

Wei Qingcheng glanced at the poem on the paper, "Qingcheng is more beautiful than a peony." He turned his gaze to the person holding the paper in front of him, smiled softly, walked up to him and pinched his chubby face.

"Don't write like that in the future. I'm an upright man. It's hard to say whether I'm a spoiled child or not. I'm more than capable of beating you up."

The little fat boy's face turned red after this action, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, he responded quickly with grievance: "Qingcheng, I don't dare anymore."

The Zhang Mansion is not far from the Wei Residence. When he was a child, Zhang Zeyu, the eldest son of the Zhang family, was the fat boy in front of him. Ever since he followed his father to the Wei Residence to meet Wei Qingcheng, he has been nagging about going to play with his sister every day.

Zhang's father was still wondering where the younger sister came from. Later, he learned that in order to keep the second son of the Wei family, the immortal fetus, Wei Qingcheng was given a female name and dressed in women's clothes since she was a child.

But the brat at home, even after explaining it several times, was still stubborn and called Wei Qingcheng "sister". Which little boy would be happy to be called "sister"? The fat boy was often beaten by Wei Qingcheng.

When Zhang's father saw that someone could control his brat, he was quite happy. The fat boy neither fought back nor gave in. He just called Wei "sister" aggrievedly. Later, beating Wei Qingcheng became boring, so he simply looked at the round little face and rubbed it instead. It felt very good anyway.

Wei Qingcheng patted Zhang Zeyu on the shoulder and said, "I'm going to go over there to get some fresh air. You take care of the guests. The people coming today are all rich young men from various families. If you don't entertain them well, your uncle will punish you by making you copy books."

"Qingcheng, I want to go too! Oh ~ Well, I'd better go to entertain the guests ~" The little fat boy suddenly became like a deflated ball, and walked into the crowd listlessly.

Wei Qingcheng looked at him, shook her head in a ridiculous manner, straightened her wrinkled robe, and strolled towards another garden.

The whole garden was filled with the fragrance of sweet osmanthus. From afar, a tall man in black could be seen standing under the osmanthus tree. Wei Qingcheng felt it was a bit strange. All the men who came today were wearing white robes. Could it be that an assassin had come in? He had to help the fat boy check it out.

He walked closer. The clothes were a very ordinary black robe, but the material was not ordinary. When he could see the face clearly, the nobleness of the face and the innate aura made the clothes no longer ordinary. It was him!

However, the prince who had killed countless people on the battlefield now had tears in his narrow eyes, his eyes were red, and his lips contained a smile of relief. He stared at him infatuatedly for a long while.

Wei Qingcheng was puzzled and was about to greet him, but then she remembered that she had probably never seen him before in her life, so she pretended not to know him.

He walked up to her and asked, "How are you, young master?"

He seemed to be awakened by the sound. He turned his back to Wei Qingcheng, his body trembling slightly. After a moment, he returned to his usual serious self and said, "I didn't receive the invitation."

Wei Qingcheng thought, if you want it, who dares not give it to you? But it still looks a bit pitiful.

He walked closer, his hands moved faster than his brain, and he patted Xie Jingyu's shoulder to comfort her: "In that case, you can go with me! They won't say anything about you, so don't be sad anymore."

Xie Jingyu smiled happily, with a look of joy between her eyebrows and eyes: "Master Wei invited me so kindly, Jingyu should have gone with him, but I have official business today, so I am lucky to be able to meet you here!"

There's no need to say it so ambiguously if you can't go. It's more like lovers parting. Wei Qingcheng looked into his black eyes. His temperament looked fierce, and his eyes were like some obedient large dog. Then she remembered the redness in his eyes just now.

I guess folk rumors are not credible. The Jade-faced Yama Xie Jingyu, the jade face is realistic, but Yama is a bit too much, he is not that fierce, and looks so pitiful!

There is no one else in the world who dares to call himself Jing Yu. Wei Qingcheng lifted up his robe and said, "I, a humble commoner, pay my respects to His Majesty!"

Before his knees touched the ground, Xie Jingyu supported him by the arm and he stood up: "You and I, there is no need to do this. Don't kneel again in the future."

"Your Highness, this is against the rules." Wei Qingcheng was about to salute again, but Xie Jingyu grabbed his wrist in a hurry, and the burning body temperature disappeared in an instant.

Then, the man left in a hurry without saying a word and with unsteady steps.

Wei Qingcheng was left alone, holding her wrist which still had some warmth left.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise was heard: "Ouch, my foot!"

"Girl, are you okay?" Wei Qingcheng walked over quickly.

The woman covered her ankle and said, "My ankle seems to have been twisted. It hurts so much. Sir, can you help me up?"

"I'm sorry!" He helped the woman to the stone bench next to him.

"Miss, I'll go call someone over and find a doctor to see you." Wei Qingcheng said as she was about to leave.

The girl put her legs on the stone bench next to her and said with a smile: "No need, sir, I'll be fine in a while. Thank you so much today. Who are you from? My name is Yan Rong!"

Wei Qingcheng: "Wei family, Wei Qingcheng, you don't have to thank me, it's just a small favor."

Yan Rong took the curled book in her left hand and unfolded it on the table: "Sir, your name is really nice, and you are also handsome. Can we be friends?"

This girl is so outgoing. Although the people of Dayu are open-minded, there are still many restrictions on women. While Wei Qingcheng was thinking, she caught a glimpse of the book "Lü Liang's Works" on the table.

His tone was a little excited: "Miss, are you also reading this poetry collection?"

Yan Rong nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, are you watching it too, sir?"

Wei Qingcheng finally found a like-minded person: "This collection of poems seems to be rarely read. I didn't expect to meet a close friend like you here today."

"This is also the first time I've seen a man willing to write a book with a woman, and even include her last name in the title. This is truly a beautiful love!" Yan Rong shook her head with joy, and the pendant on her bun swayed slightly.

Wei Qingcheng nodded in agreement: "Yes, this kind of writing style of inserting poems into letters is rare. Every word and sentence can show the friendship between the two. But I think the most touching thing is the respect that Lu Ziyi shows to Liang Man in the poem. This is also the friendship I yearn for."

After saying this, Yan Rong smiled strangely, a little excited, a little kind, and very satisfied. Wei Qingcheng coughed.

"Girl, it's getting late, let's go back to the garden!"

"Okay!"