Chapter 1: Death at Home
Background: The dynasty in this book is fictional, and it only uses the ancient style and charm as the background of the era.
The once weak wife pinched her cheeks, her fierce expression no longer reflected her beautiful face.
"What's the point of having a pretty face, you useless loser? You probably don't even know that the guard next to you is the son of Master Li!
Once you, this coward, die, I will take Wang Yu back to my roots, and then my good days will really come!
Hahahaha, just take this pretty skin of yours and go to the underworld to bribe the King of Hell! ”
With a cloth strip stuffed in his mouth, Wei Qingcheng couldn't recover for a long time. The rough rope rubbed his wrists and it hurt. His stomach was churning. He didn't know what Sun Yanhong had added to the soup he drank.
He stared at Sun Yanhong with fierce eyes. The faint red bloodshot in the whites of his eyes added a sense of fragility to his cold appearance, making him even more adorable, pitiful and endearing.
This scene stimulated Sun Yanhong. She pulled a hairpin from her bun and poked Wei Qingcheng's face with the sharp end: "My dear husband, a bowl of lotus seed soup that I personally cook every day is delicious! I'll give you this bowl today!"
The wooden door creaked and a dark shadow flashed in. It was Wang Yu, bringing the lotus seed soup that his "virtuous wife" had prepared for him.
On their wedding night, Sun Yanhong said that she was weak and had a cold stomach, so it would be difficult for her to get pregnant, and they would have sex after she had recovered.
Wei Qingcheng had been reading the Four Books and Five Classics since childhood, and every word of it taught people to be restrained and observe etiquette. He did not understand love affairs and was afraid that he would be rash and offend his newlywed wife. When Sun Yanhong said this again, he immediately agreed. In the next six months, he rarely went to Sun Yanhong's house. Unexpectedly, this gave them the opportunity to have an affair.
Except for not being able to have sex with his wife, she was virtuous and kind at other times, and he treated her with courtesy and never looked down on her.
About two months after the marriage, Sun Yanhong said that she had learned a skill and could make lotus seed soup. Wei Qingcheng was afraid that this would dampen her confidence, so every time his wife brought it to him, he would taste a little.
His mouth was stuffed with a cloth strip, and his questions were all muffled in his mouth and he sobbed. He really wanted to ask Sun Yanhong and Wang Yu if he had done anything wrong to them and why they treated him like this.
Wang Yu put his arm around Sun Yanhong's waist, and the two of them stayed together for a while. Then Wang Yu said something in Sun Yanhong's ear, and Sun Yanhong smiled and walked out of the room.
Wang Yu walked to Wei Qingcheng, squatted down, and looked at him straight in the face: "My precious son, when you rescued me from the slave pile, did you feel that you were kind-hearted?"
Seeing Wei Qingcheng turned her head away and didn't want to look at him, he sneered and said, "You were born in a golden nest, unlike me who was beaten, scolded, and laughed at. I have already accepted this fate and your "salvation". I am ready to be a guard peacefully, guarding you and watching you.
But I bumped into him again. He and I look so much alike, like we were cut from the same mold. Even he himself said so.
He is the Grand Tutor, so high and mighty, admired by thousands of people. Why? He and I have the same blood, so why should I be beaten, scolded and spit on? ”
Wang Yu's eyes were filled with tears but he couldn't hide his desire: "Sun Yanhong, that bitch, poisoned you. Why did you trust her so much? I warned you,
It was that bitch who did it. You must find the right person to hate in the underworld.
I can't bear it either. You are the only person who treats me well, but I want more. I want more people to respect, fear and revere me. I want to let those who look down on me see how I, Wang Yu, step on their heads step by step. I want to make the high and mighty Master Taifu fall from the altar.
Ha ha ha ha! My dear, you are so kind, you won't blame me, right? Sun Yanhong said that after you die, she will remarry and become the son-in-law of the Minister of the Court.
I can make the Taifu afraid of me. I want him to be unable to sleep at night and live in fear. I want him to live like me, a painful life!
Sir, you will be honored to be the first step of my success! ”
The cold soup poured down my throat...
Wei Qingcheng felt that she had never felt such pain in her life, as if her heart, liver, spleen and lungs had all shifted...
…Damn Wang Yu, at least give me some pain-relieving medicine…
...It hurts...
...Is this how I'm going to die? I'm so unwilling...
...Is it wrong for me to save you...
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Do people have souls after they die? Wei Qingcheng can answer this question by herself. Yes,
He was floating on the second floor of a teahouse.
The storyteller patted the wooden board at hand and started his work for the day.
"Last time I mentioned that in this Bianjing city, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, besides the princes and nobles, the richest family is the Wei family. Although the Wei family is just a merchant, they have businesses all over the Longyuan Kingdom. Not only that, the transportation and sales of official salt is also carried out by the Wei family through the trade routes."
"Is it the Wei's Company? We have a branch there too!" A young man drinking tea patted his head.
The storyteller continued, "Yes, and the second son of the Wei family was born into a wealthy family.
Before the second son of the Wei family was born, an old Taoist priest came to their house. The old Taoist priest looked at his mother's belly and said that this fetus was an extraordinary fetus from a fairy in heaven, and that he would only stay in the human world for seventeen years!
The Wei family attached great importance to offspring, so they hurriedly poured tea and water for the Taoist priest. After the Taoist priest had eaten and drunk his fill, he said that this baby was a boy, and that they would give him a girl's name after he was born, which was considered a substitution of one thing for another.
After the child was born, it turned out to be a boy just as the old Taoist had said. He was pink and cute, and everyone in the room felt their hearts melt when he smiled. So they named him Wei Qingcheng.
When the second young master Wei grew up, he became even more amazing. His face was so handsome that even the most beautiful courtesan would feel ashamed of herself when she saw him. Unmarried men and women in the city flocked to him.
Words that describe a beautiful girl are not an exaggeration to describe him, but he has a graceful figure and is not at all feminine. He exudes a gentleness from head to toe. He is polite and never bullies his servants. He is also filial to his parents. Even in the six arts of a gentleman, our young man is the best in all of them.
The year before last, when the Wei Mansion was selecting servants, a large number of young men and women were vying to work in the mansion, just to catch a glimpse of the handsome face of the second young master of Wei.
But the second young master Wei was a well-behaved boy, and his family had arranged for him to marry Sun Yanhong, the daughter of Minister Sun. Following his parents' advice, Wei Qingcheng naturally agreed to the marriage.
After marriage, Miss Sun, who seemed to be well-behaved, did not love her handsome husband and complained privately that he was weak in character and had no future.
She got pregnant with a guard in the mansion, and the poor Second Master Wei was angered to death. "The storyteller snapped his fan and everyone in the audience sighed, all of them felt sorry for the second young master Wei.
Wei Qingcheng was floating in the air watching this scene. He was dead, but he was not killed by anger. Instead, he was killed by the adulterous couple.
He was extremely angry, but he heard the noise of cars and horses on the street. He used his consciousness to control his soul and looked towards the street.
A soldier rode a horse at top speed through the streets, shouting, "Everyone get out of the way! Prince Hexuan has been ordered to investigate the Wei family mystery!"
"Investigating the case, and Prince Xuan, it's him, the prince who came to my wedding." Wei Qingcheng thought to herself,
Suddenly, his soul was sucked by something and he stood in the middle of the road.
A black horse was galloping towards him. The man on the horse was wearing a white headband. His eyes were sharp and his face was stern. His white clothes fluttered in the warm wind. He looked like he was going to a funeral...
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