The millet porridge was slightly yellow and very thick. The proprietress also specially served her some pickled vegetables along with it.
Wei Li lay alone on the heated kang bed, with no one coming in to see him.
But then he heard intermittent laughter and chatter outside, which filled him with unbearable rage. He wanted nothing more than to rush down and kill them all.
What are you laughing at? What's so funny? Shut up!
Didn't he already order that no laughter or cheering should be heard within Pingzhou? What do they take his orders for granted?
But he couldn't move at all, and could only stare at the wall with a gloomy gaze, wishing he could poke a hole in it. He only thought that once he got back, he would turn around and kill all these people.
Before Zhao Xiheng came in, she put the porridge and side dishes on the ground, rubbed her face, and wiped away the radiant look from her face.
She was having a really good time at the post station.
The main reason was that Wei Li was lying obediently in bed, with no one paying attention to her, and the innkeeper's wife was finding all sorts of ways to make her food, so it would be strange if she wasn't happy.
However, the post station was not a place she could stay for long. Sooner or later, she would have to go to Buxian City with Wei Li, who would be her future provider. Zhao Xiheng's food and drink for the next few years might be in his hands. It was really strange that she was so happy when he was seriously injured and bedridden.
She tried to pull her lips down and rubbed her eyes.
After the deputy general saw the physician off, he was carrying a bundle of wrapped medicines and was heading to the kitchen to brew medicine for Wei Li when Zhao Xiheng grabbed him.
"Look at me," Zhao Xiheng said to him.
The lieutenant leaped back two steps, his face flushed, "What, what are you doing?"
Although the princess was very beautiful, she had two different faces when she was with him and when she was with her lord. He really couldn't afford to serve such a beautiful girl; his mother said it would shorten his lifespan.
Zhao Xiheng frowned, wondering why he had run away, so she pulled him back, saying, "Look at me going in like this, won't your lord be angry?"
After she finished speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth and realized that the deeper she went into Pingzhou, the stronger the unique Pingzhou accent became, whether it was the deputy general or the common people she met along the way, and it was even starting to influence her.
"I don't know." The lieutenant shook his head honestly. "My lord's emotions come on quickly. I have been following him for many years, but I still can't figure out what he's thinking. I advise the princess not to try to guess what he's thinking."
Zhao Xiheng forced a smile.
He's just crazy, but they have to beautify it by saying he gets emotional quickly. No wonder he's someone close to Wei Li; they really know how to flatter him.
She picked up the porridge from the floor again, knocked gently on the door, and then pushed it open to go inside.
Since Wei Li is bedridden right now, even if he goes crazy, he can't do anything to her. She'll take this opportunity to see if she can have a proper talk with him.
Wei Li will set off as soon as he recovers from his injury, and he should be able to reach Bu Xian City in less than a day.
The city of Buxian was different from the prefectural governor's mansion. Everyone there was his man, and they all had to follow his lead. If he gave her the cold shoulder, his subordinates would follow suit and throw stones at her. She had seen this kind of thing many times in the palace, but unfortunately, she was always the one being kicked, and she never had the chance to throw stones at others.
"My lord," Zhao Xiheng called him quietly, "Time to eat. Drink your medicine after you eat."
Wei Li was still lying there stiffly. Zhao Xiheng thought he had fallen asleep again, so she leaned over to take a look and found that he was staring at the wall with gloomy eyes.
Zhao Xiheng: ? ? ?
Perhaps because she had been standing beside him for a while, Wei Li finally spared her a glance. Zhao Xiheng could sense that the look was extremely complex; she couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew it was anything but friendly.
She touched her face, recalling that she hadn't offended him in the past few days.
Wei Li remained silent. Zhao Xiheng turned to leave, saying, "If you don't have an appetite now, my lord, I'll come back later."
He was clearly in a bad mood, and she wasn't stupid enough to keep going against him.
"return."
She had barely lifted her head when Wei Li lazily spoke.
Perhaps because she had been lying in bed for a long time without drinking water, her voice was even hoarseer than usual. Zhao Xiheng felt as if her heart and lungs had been stabbed, and her limbs went numb.
Zhao Xiheng ran back quickly, composed herself, and sobbed with tears streaming down her face, "My lord, you woke up so quickly. You lost so much blood yesterday, it scared me to death. Thank goodness you're alright."
Looking at her incessantly chattering lips and her gentle and virtuous appearance, Wei Li still couldn't connect her with the girl in his dream who used a horsewhip to lift his chin.
Damn, why did he bring this up again!
Whether they look alike or not, they're definitely the same person.
Zhao Xiheng was truly the person he hated most in his life, without exception.
Wei Li helped Zhao Xiheng sit up. Zhao Xiheng handed him the bowl, but he didn't take it. Instead, he lowered his eyes and called to her, "Zhao Xiheng, feed me."
She glanced at Wei Li's arm, then thought about their future life, and finally patiently picked up the bowl of porridge.
The corn porridge was cooked until thick and creamy, with the aroma of corn.
She scooped out half a spoonful, gently scraped it along the rim of the bowl, and then held it to Wei Li's lips. "Open your mouth, ah."
Treat them like children.
"It's hot." He didn't eat, but just glanced at Zhao Xiheng.
"Is it hot?" Zhao Xiheng asked, touching the bowl with her fingers. It seemed to be slightly hot.
She lowered her eyes slightly, blew on it gently, and then fed it to him, saying, "Try it again."
"It's cold." Wei Li leaned against the pillow and said indifferently.
Zhao Xiheng gripped the spoon tightly, wishing she could throw the whole bowl of porridge over his head.
Go to hell! That old bastard is just deliberately trying to torment people. Is a little bit cold or hot enough to make such a big difference? Is your tongue that delicate?
Zhao Xiheng mentally cursed a string of words, then looked at him with a sweet smile and said, "I understand."
Wei Li ate a couple of mouthfuls of porridge from her hand, feeling a warm sensation in his stomach. He watched as Zhao Xiheng lowered her head slightly, blowing on the porridge to cool it down for him; her long eyelashes, like small fans, cast a shadow under her eyes.
Her skin was very fair, her face was small, and her lips were very moist. From Wei Li's perspective, she appeared very gentle and quiet.
Wei Li lingered on her lips for a moment, then suddenly felt like strangling her.
Whenever he saw Zhao Xiheng, he would feel a strange sensation. This strange sensation made him very uncomfortable.
The best way to resolve discomfort is to get rid of the person who makes him uncomfortable.
"Zhao Xiheng." He called her name again.
"Hmm?" Zhao Xiheng carefully blew on his porridge without looking up.
"If someone is born in the mud and even thinks that everyone lives like him, and you were him, and one day you suddenly saw someone who was the complete opposite of you, glamorous and successful, would you want to kill that person?"
Hearing Wei Li's sinister question out of the blue, Zhao Xiheng's hand trembled, and the spoon fell back into the bowl. Her eyes showed surprise that she hadn't had time to hide, clearly not understanding why he would think that way.
Wei Li was enraged by the surprise in her eyes. He grabbed Zhao Xiheng's chin and said, "Answer my question."
Zhao Xiheng's first reaction was, "Didn't that old bastard's hand break?"
Her second reaction was to quickly reply, "Probably not. What does it matter to me if he's doing well? I might meet people who are a thousand times, ten thousand times better off than that person in the future. Would I want to kill them all?"
He wanted to say something more, but in the end he released her chin and fell back onto the pillow.
“Actually, I think that person is quite pitiful. If I had lived like him since I was a child, I might not even have had the courage to live.” She shook her head. “No, if I had lived in that kind of environment since I was a child, knowing nothing, I would definitely continue to live, because everyone is the same. And when someone suddenly appears who is doing well, he must be shocked and desperate. He wanted to kill that person who suddenly appeared, but it was too sad and pitiful. He felt jealous and inferior, so he thought that way.”
Zhao Xiheng felt that it was precisely because she had such a happy childhood that she never had such extreme thoughts, even though she encountered so many difficulties later on. The love and care from her parents always supported her.
Wei Li's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he told her to get out.
Zhao Xiheng thought he was having a daily bout of mental illness, so she packed her things and went out.
Today was another fruitless day.
She originally wanted to find out what was going on at Wei Li's residence, but no one dared to tell her when she was at the prefect's mansion. If she asked the deputy general, he would probably turn around and report everything to Wei Li in detail: "That princess who cries every day is asking me about your situation."
Zhao Xiheng should ask Wei Li, but before she could ask, she was kicked out again.
She carried the bowl to the kitchen, wondering how old Wei Li was this year.
Eighteen? Nineteen? Probably no more than twenty-five.
This age is perfect for marriage and having children. When Aye was twenty, she had already been born.
Has Wei Li gotten married? He probably has, after all, he's not getting any younger.
Now that he's married, he might have a house full of concubines. After all, there are very few men like her father. Even though her uncle's health isn't very good, he still has dozens of wives in his harem.
When a group of women revolve around a single man, gossip and jealousy are bound to arise.
Wei Li doesn't seem like the type of person who would be nice to girls, and his wives probably don't like him that much either.
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