Worship her
"Madam Rou, what are you looking at? Let's go!" The little maid said in a bad tone and pulled Wen Wanrou into the sedan chair.
The little maid looked down on Wen Wanrou. This woman collapsed on the road in the suburbs. The lady was kind and took pity on her poor life and rescued her. But she shamelessly climbed onto the master's bed. "Hurry! If you go back too late, the lady will punish you."
Wen Wanrou twisted the handkerchief and gritted her teeth, "He Yingchun." She thought she had seen him wrongly when she passed by just now. She stopped the sedan chair and took a closer look before she recognized him. Why did she live such a prosperous life while she could only flatter the old man? Why!
"Hurry! Let's go!" The little maid didn't even want to pretend and pushed her into the sedan chair. "Pa!" Wen Wanrou slapped her in the face. "Who do you think you are! You dare to yell at me!"
The little maid was stunned, "You...you hit me?"
Although Madam Rou was called Madam, she was just a concubine. She usually kept her head down and did not dare to speak loudly. She was sent by the Madam to serve. Wen Wanrou usually tried to please her with food and small change, but now she actually dared to use violence against her.
"I...I will definitely report it to my wife!"
Wen Wanrou felt a little scared when she thought of the lady who was always teasing people. She had already been beaten. She glanced at the noodle shop again, with jealousy that could not be concealed on her face. She was pushed into the sedan chair by the maid.
"A-choo!" He Yingchun rubbed her nose and muttered, "Why am I sneezing so much today? Will someone scold me?"
Wen Jingzhao was massaging her shoulders from behind. He reached out and touched her forehead. "You haven't caught a cold, have you? It's still quite cold this morning and this evening."
"No, Mom always tells me to keep warm in spring and fall, so I dress very warmly."
"Why have you been home so late these days?" He Yingchun half-closed her eyes and enjoyed his massage.
"Someone from the capital has arrived to discuss something." The Wu Kingdom has been increasingly aggressive lately, and it's likely a war is imminent. Wen Jingzhao didn't say much, only asking, "Is your strength okay?"
"Okay, it's comfortable!" She sighed comfortably.
"I'm telling you, today I saw the escort team I met before." She only said that she saw them, and didn't say that she met people who came to cause trouble, otherwise Wen Jingzhao would come to see her every day. When he showed up, no one dared to come and eat noodles.
"That's quite a coincidence." Wen Jingzhao pinched her earlobe, and his fingers began to move unsteadily.
"Would you like to take a shower later?" This was actually a code word.
Wen Jingzhao's fingers were gentle, kneading her waist and back, which made her feel particularly itchy. "Wash, wash, stop pinching."
Spring is the season when all things come back to life.
When Wen Jingzhao started eating meat, he lost all restraint and wanted to indulge in music and dance every day.
He Yingchun sat upright at the table. Wen Jingzhao pulled He Yingchun's legs and hooked them around his waist, as if they were playing. Her feet were pinched in his palms, and the itch spread from the soles of her feet to her lower abdomen.
The soles of her feet are particularly itchy, "Don't mess with me."
He Yingchun has slender ankles, small feet, and rosy toes. They are usually trapped in long boots, and only he can peel off the boots and socks and "play" with them carefully.
The kiss tonight was different from usual. There was a burning look in his eyes, and a touch of delicate tenderness in his roughness. After He Yingchun relaxed, it came back like a violent storm, and she was like a boat swaying on the sea, rising and falling, up and down, making unbearable sounds.
When her lips and teeth touched a place that was usually hidden from view, He Yingchun quickly raised her foot. Her black hair spread out, her forehead was wet with sweat, and she opened her red lips slightly, breathing rapidly, "Hey, don't."
Wen Jingzhao didn't allow her to retreat. He chuckled and kissed her lips again.
The next moment, his slender hands gently exerted force on her abdomen. He Yingchun hurriedly grabbed his tense arms and flipped over in the air.
The light gauze of the bed curtains was blown by the wind that came in through the gap in the window, swaying gently, and the candlelight beside the bed also swayed from side to side.
The night was long and the couple whispered.
"I'm thirsty." Wen Jingzhao brought her water with his upper body naked. He Yingchun drank a few gulps like a dying fish.
"Still want to?"
He Yingchun shook her head and said, "I don't want to drink anymore."
Wen Jingzhao chuckled, raised his head and drank the remaining water, "Who asked you for water?"
"There are still many pages of your "Secrets in the Boudoir". I have to study hard." He raised his voice, stroked the slightly wet hair on He Yingchun's temples, and moved his fingertips downwards.
After some hesitation, as the night deepened, the swaying candlelight gradually dimmed and finally went out.
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"I've found out where Yu Ling is buried. When you have time to go and pay your respects, I'll go with you." When Wen Jingzhao woke up, He Yingchun was still confused. She nodded and slowly got up from the bed, gradually waking up.
"Did you find out?" she asked.
"Well, the camp prostitutes were buried in the dead forest, but it would probably be difficult to find their graves." No one cared about the camp prostitutes after they died. They were just wrapped in straw mats and buried in a random pit. No one knew who they were, and they all turned into a pile of yellow earth.
"Okay, let's go tomorrow morning. I'll ask Madam Wang to keep an eye on the noodle shop for a while, and we'll go together." Ku Lin wasn't far from here, and he would probably be back in an hour.
The next day, the two got up early. He Yingchun prepared some fruits and snacks, as well as paper money, and put them in a package. Then, he hung it on the horse and rode to the withered forest with Wen Jingzhao.
The dead forest is called "dead" because there is a huge dead tree. The tree should be dead, but it is constantly growing. It does not sprout in spring and bear fruit in autumn. Its huge branches are aggressively occupying the space of other plants. Other places are green, but it is the only one that is always dry and lonely.
Thinking this, He Yingchun walked in with Wen Jingzhao. The further they went, the quieter it became. They came to an open space with some grave mounds on it and dead grass growing around it. It was almost dawn and the place was shrouded in mist, which made it look a bit eerie. She held Wen Jingzhao's hand tightly.
"Scared?" "Yeah, a little." Wen Jingzhao held her tightly, "Watch your step."
Few people come here. The path underfoot is a trampled path with weeds growing wildly. The thorns will easily pierce the soft flesh of the trouser legs.
"It should be here." The two stopped in front of a grave. The soil here looked darker than other places, as if it had been buried not long ago.
He Yingchun arranged the fruit snacks and also brought a bouquet of flowers that she bought from Big Beard. The bouquet was light blue with scattered purple flowers around it, which was fresh and elegant.
The last time we paid tribute to Wen Jingzhao's family, including Zhang Bo, Su He, Xiaozhi and others, was during the Qingming Festival. There wasn't even a grave mound, only tablets and some of the things they left behind when they were alive. Seeing those things reminds me of them.
"Yuling, I hope you will have a smooth and peaceful life in your next life. This bouquet of flowers is very beautiful. I don't know if you like it. I also brought you a few poetry books. I'll burn them for you. Please see which one you like..."
He Yingchun said this, and she felt less scared. "I've burned a lot of extra money for you and other sisters. I hope you can all rest in peace..."
At this time, it suddenly started to drizzle. Fine raindrops fell on He Yingchun's cheeks. They were icy and had the scent of grass. They were like dripping tears, falling in strands, and the air around them became humid.
The moist mist wrapped in water droplets blew on his face, and the coolness penetrated into his collar, and He Yingchun shivered.
"Let's go." The temperature dropped, and Wen Jingzhao put his arm around He Yingchun's shoulders and walked to the horse. She stepped on the stirrup with one foot and Wen Jingzhao's hand with the other to get on the horse. To be honest, she really needed to practice riding a horse, otherwise getting on the horse would be a problem.
He Yingchun looked back at the graves. At this moment, a beam of light broke out from the horizon at dawn, and the dead forest suddenly became bright. She squinted her eyes and looked past the huge dead tree, and saw green everywhere.
The rain had not stopped yet, and the sun came out, revealing bright dawn light, painting the sky an orange and yellow color, like a light ink painting.
The two men rode back on horseback, and when they reached the official road, the rain gradually stopped.
"Are you cold?" Wen Jingzhao put his arms around He Yingchun and covered her hands. "No." It's just that her body is a little wet, and it's a little uncomfortable to stick to her.
"Go back to the noodle shop or go home to change clothes?"
"Let's go back to the noodle shop. We don't want to bother Madam Wang for too long. There are clothes in the noodle shop."
"Okay, lean back." His body was hot, and the two of them sticking together could block the wind for her.
"Gee!" A man on horseback came towards them. He glanced at the two of them and left quickly.
That look was extremely sharp and full of oppression. He Yingchun gripped the reins tightly and asked Wen Jingzhao, "Do you know that person?"
"Yuchi Gong, from the capital." Wen Jingzhao nodded, raised the whip, and increased his speed.
Yuchi Gong was the deputy general assigned to the Northern Expedition. He had been an acquaintance of the Emperor in the capital, a acquaintance they had known each other but not intimately. Yuchi Gong was the second son of the Yuchi family. Although valiant, he was still young and had led few troops. Emperor Sheng's appointment of him as deputy general showed that he was truly without support.
But he shouldn't be training in the military camp. Why is he here at this time? Something is fishy. Wen Jingzhao suppressed the regret in his heart and sent He Yingchun back to the noodle shop first.
"I may not be able to come pick you up tonight, so go back early." Wen Jingzhao pinched her face, which was a little cold, "Remember to change clothes."
"Okay, I got it. You should change your clothes too. Don't wear wet clothes." She touched Wen Jingzhao's clothes and found they were all dry.
"It's okay. I'm going to the military camp to change. I'm leaving first." He jumped on his horse and left.
He Yingchun entered the noodle shop. Madam Wang was greeting customers. Seeing her return, she greeted her with a smile, "You're back!"
"Yeah, are there many people?" "Not bad, it's still early, it's not time for people to come in yet."
She went back to the house to change her clothes first. Gradually, more people came, and with Lady Wang's help, both her mother and she felt much more relaxed.
He Yingchun was determined to keep Wang Niangzi, and she and Mu Ma took turns to help. With the help of Li Bin, Wang Niangzi finally agreed. The main reason was that she had been living with her brother and sister-in-law for a while, and she couldn't just stay in someone else's house. She really didn't want to leave the noodle shop.
After the three of them discussed it, Mum and Mrs. Wang decided to live in the rented house, which was close to the noodle shop.
"Young Master, this is the one." A Feng pointed at the "Xiyingchun" noodle shop and said to Yuchi Gong.
Yuchi Gong nodded. He stared at the noodle shop for a while. The neatly dressed young lady sent the guests away and wiped the table clean. Her face was fair and rosy.
He walked in and saw the young woman talking to a customer in a cheerful tone, "You mentioned the big plate of chicken with noodles. You can try it, sir. The chicken is stewed this morning with potato chunks, and it's special with noodles and chili sauce. I guarantee you'll want another bowl after finishing one."
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