Chapter 117 Cotton Cover
Yesterday, she had a note on her. She remembered that she was strolling in the garden with Wei Li when a group of people from the greenhouse passed by them. Today's note was delivered directly to her by burying it in the soil of a flowerpot.
In the past, there weren't many people in the household, and almost everyone had been screened, with clean family backgrounds and nothing suspicious. The new temporary workers were only there to help out temporarily, so the background screening wasn't as strict.
Zhao Xiheng was basically certain that the person was hiding in the greenhouse and was a recent temporary worker.
The person sent her messages at intervals of no more than one day, seeming very urgent. He kept using ambiguous questions to entice her, making her suspicious of Wei Li, as if trying to drive a wedge between the couple.
Since the actions are frequent, there is certainly not much time for planning and deployment, making it impossible to be foolproof.
As long as she keeps him hanging on without giving a reply, his eagerness will eventually lead him to find out what's going on.
I wonder who sent that person? Was it a former subordinate of Goguryeo? Or someone from Liu Huanwang Zhiyao? Or perhaps Hua Shangyue's?
But if they were their people, how could they know so much about Wei Li's past? After all, before becoming the adopted son of the Prince of Zhenbei, there was no such person as Wei Li in Pingzhou.
Or perhaps this person is a former subordinate of the Prince of Zhenbei, here to avenge him?
They were definitely up to no good.
"Luo Haoran, lunch is ready! What are you doing?" Several people who came to help with the work called out to the person in the corner.
The man called Luo Haoran trembled and slowly stood up.
He was a burly man, probably in his forties or fifties, with a square face and broad cheeks. There was a deep scar about three inches long running from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, as if he had been injured by a sharp weapon.
"I understand." He put down the flowers, patted the dirt off his clothes, and spoke with a thick, hoarse voice, his accent distinctly Pingzhou.
Several helpers put their arms around his shoulders and asked, "You said yesterday you used to own dogs? How many dogs did you own?"
“We raised two or three hundred at a time.” Luo Haoran gestured, subtly avoiding their intertwined arms. “Black and white striped, blue eyes, foreign blood, they howl like wolves, and they bite fiercely.”
"Then tell us what we need to pay attention to when raising a dog. I feel that it's not right to always work for others. I'm planning to go home and raise dogs to open a dog farm. If you don't have a business, we can open a dog farm together."
Luo Haoran chuckled dryly, making the scar on his forehead look even more menacing. "Fine."
He didn't come here to teach people how to raise dogs.
I heard that Wei Li's old injuries have recently flared up, causing him to become mentally weak and abnormal. This is a good opportunity for him to take revenge and kill him while he is sick!
I swear I will not rest until I avenge the wrong done to me.
Since Wei Li had caused him to become homeless and separated from his wife and children, he wanted to make him taste what it was like to be rejected.
Wasn't Zhao Xiheng some kind of princess?
Does she really not mind being curious about Wei Li's past at all?
It's not just a simple case of beast-fighting slaves who ran away from Jinyang.
One was once a noble and proud daughter of heaven. Could she really be willing to be with someone who is treated like livestock, like cattle and sheep?
Does she really not feel fear or disgust?
Wei Li, well...
He'd risk his life, but he still cared about his reputation. Luo Haoran was certain of that; he'd practically watched Wei Li grow up.
Especially since I've heard that he values his wife highly, he certainly wouldn't tell Zhao Xiheng everything about his past.
It's amazing that even wild animals like humans can have love and tenderness.
When Wei Li was among the hundreds of people, he stood out at first glance, especially his wolf-like eyes, which were wild and untamed, yet when you looked deeper, they also revealed an innocent naiveté, just like the totem beast they worshipped!
But to their utter surprise, one day the person they chose turned the tables on them. You little brat, ptooey!
Luo Haoran did not try his best to hide his whereabouts. He decided to show himself in front of Zhao Xiheng after he had piqued her curiosity enough.
He considered Zhao Xiheng from the most ordinary perspective.
After he finished telling her everything about Wei Li, she must have been in disbelief, followed by disappointment and pain, and then disgust and loathing. Under such emotions, how could she possibly kill or hand over her benefactor who told her the truth to Wei Li for disposal?
Luo Haoran's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.
How much must a noble princess love her husband to accept his past?
Those nobles are all selfish; their blood is cold; they only love themselves.
How would Zhao Xiheng view the daughter she bore for Wei Li?
Oh, I heard that little brat looks a lot like Wei Li.
Will she feel increasingly disgusted as she looks at it, and then want to strangle it?
The falling out between husband and wife must be a fatal blow to Wei Li, who is currently experiencing psychological problems.
He'll take advantage of the chaos and...
Luo Haoran was so excited that he couldn't wait. His breathing became rapid, his heart was pounding, and he didn't even react when someone called him.
As Zhizhi grows up, she looks more and more like Wei Li. Even at such a young age, you can tell that her personality is similar to his.
Zhao Xiheng wasn't so easy to raise when she was a child.
She can't stand being a little too cold or too hot, the smell in the room can't be right, the person holding her can't be right, and the person breastfeeding her can't be right either. She's such a fuss-taker. I heard all of this from Zhao Xinglie.
Zhizhi is so well-behaved and resilient; she's as easy to raise as a doll.
The couple had no worries about raising children and didn't experience anything like it.
Every day, she calls out when she's hungry, calls out when she needs to pee or poop, and then goes to sleep quietly without disturbing anyone. The key is that she's not picky about food and drinks everyone's milk with relish.
She's incredibly resilient. She could roll over at just three months old. Once, she bumped her head while rolling over, and her little head got a bruise. The adults were heartbroken, but she just stared at them and smiled. The bruise was gone the next day. Her recovery speed was simply astonishing.
When Wei Li looked at Zhi Zhi, he felt both happy and sad.
I can't bear to look at her, but I feel heartbroken when I do. She's such a lovely girl, how did she end up like him?
So every day, I would hold Zhizhi in my arms, lean against the cradle like a wronged woman, and look at her with a sorrowful expression.
Zhao Xiheng was overwhelmed by the way the father and daughter interacted; time was tight and the task was heavy.
We need to make sure Zhizhi's 100-day celebration is done well, find the culprit quickly, and most importantly, address Wei Li's mental state. If he continues to be so dejected, he won't be able to live like this.
Many doctors have examined Wei Li, and those with experience say that since his depression is not due to physical imbalance, it must be due to something on his mind.
His depression is probably due to a certain point. Once you find that point, you can cure his depression.
Zhao Xiheng only knew that his depression stemmed from the fact that Zhizhi was too similar to him, but she didn't understand why Wei Li was so unable to comfort him about this. It just didn't make sense. She secretly asked him, but he wouldn't tell her.
A light, misty snowflake fell outside the window, casting its reflection on the glass like cotton wool falling from the sky, in clusters, incredibly beautiful.
Wei Lichen got up and was halfway dressed when he suddenly sat there blankly, staring at the hazy snow scene, and began to feel melancholy. "It's snowing outside the window."
Zhao Xiheng was about to respond when she heard him talking to himself.
"Snow,
It's snowing outside.
One or two pieces fell down.
The left side is covered in snow.
The right side is still covered in snow.
They're bigger than cotton swabs!
...
Is he composing a poem?
Zhao Xiheng's expression was indescribable. What kind of style was this? How was it like poetry? Even if you insisted that it was a fresh and natural imitation of the Book of Songs, that didn't quite fit.
She rubbed her face. There's an old saying, "Not as good as willow catkins rising in the wind," and now there's a saying, "They're bigger than cotton balls."
It's... pretty good...
Zhao Xiheng suddenly felt inexplicably sorry for Wei Li. You know, those people who are well-read, when they are sad, they can say, "Alas, the autumn air is so mournful! The grass and trees wither and decay."
Wei Li could only say, "It's snowing, and the snowflakes are bigger than cotton blankets."
How can someone who can't even find the right words to express their frustration not be pitiful?
"Great! Fresh, natural, and unpretentious." Zhao Xiheng praised him with her eyes closed.
Wei Li looked at her with an expression that suggested she wasn't afraid of losing her conscience by saying something against her will.
Zhao Xiheng thought, "That's really heartless."
The greenhouse delivered flowers again, this time plum blossoms cultivated in the warm greenhouse.
Plum blossoms cannot be grown in Pingzhou; if they fall outside, they will freeze to death.
A pot of plum blossoms was placed in a square flowerpot. Zhao Xiheng didn't even have time to admire the flowers. She quickly pulled the hairpin off her head, dug into the soil, and sure enough, found another piece of paper.
"Wei Li wouldn't dare tell you these things. Aren't you curious? He's deceiving you!"
"You'll be very surprised when you find out!"
If she was 70-80% sure last time that the person was in the greenhouse, this time she was 100%.
By focusing her search on the day laborers in the flower shop, Zhao Xiheng avoided casting a wide net and found it much easier to gather clues.
This person was arrogant and made almost no attempt to conceal his location, as if he was certain that Zhao Xiheng would be curious and wouldn't tell Wei Li.
Luo Haoran would secretly slip notes to Zhao Xiheng almost every day under various pretexts. Finally, after hearing Zhao Xiheng's restlessness for several days in a row, he felt that the time was about right. He had prepared enough bait and piqued everyone's curiosity.
Zhao Xiheng secretly had portraits of all the day laborers in the flower shop drawn and shown to her. At just one glance, Zhao Xiheng recognized a familiar face.
Although he had a scar on his face, his square face and broad jaw made him very recognizable.
Since it was him, then everything makes sense when you put it all together. This person had a grudge against Wei Li and was originally from the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion.
Therefore, it is quite plausible that he wanted to take advantage of Zhao Xiheng's curiosity and use Wei Li's unknown past to sow discord between the couple, so that he could reap the benefits in the end.
Xiao Tao was also startled when she saw the portrait of this person. She and Zhao Xiheng exchanged a glance, not expecting that this person would still dare to show up.
"Don't rush to catch him. I feel that when the time comes, he will jump out impatiently. Tell a few skilled men to keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't escape or swallow the drug."
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