Chapter 205 World 9 (Part 2)
The heavy rain stopped, but the strong wind was still hitting the windows, making a clanging sound.
A slender woman lay on the bed, her figure faintly visible beneath the thin quilt—curled up slightly in fear. Baoshan's eyebrows were extremely thin, like a crescent moon, and her dark blue brows were gathered together, and her soft, vermilion lips were pursed into a thin line.
Wei Mao shed his oiled cape and strolled to the bedside, the rain dripping down his black boots, leaving brown streaks. In the darkness, his eagle-like eyes seemed even more profound. Wei Mao gazed gravely at the beauty on the bed, reaching out his hand to caress Bao Shan's body, but froze in his tracks. Only then did Wei Mao remember that Bao Shan was already his wife, the one he had formally married into his family, and finally he placed his hand on her soft back.
Baoshan's body trembled, and she opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes. When she saw Wei Mao wearing a vermilion brocade robe, her eyes immediately filled with tears.
"Husband..."
Bao Shan called out softly and threw herself into Wei Mao's arms. Wei Mao was extremely cold, and Bao Shan's body trembled slightly, but her two arms refused to loosen, still tightly wrapped around Wei Mao's waist.
Like a drifting ship, it finally found a place to rely on.
Baoshan said weakly, "There is a dark shadow outside the window, my husband. I'm scared."
Wei Mao was a dull person. If he were replaced by someone who was knowledgeable and interesting, he would wait until he changed his clothes before embracing the precious fan.
Wei Mao was not like that. He was born without that kind of brain. He came to see his sleeping wife wearing a robe that might have been stained with the blood of the Sun family.
Bao Shan was so frightened that the color drained from her pretty face. But Wei Mao didn't even know how to say a word to comfort her. He simply walked to the window, pushed open the wooden panel, and found a branch blown down by the wind. This was the source of the dark shadow and the sound.
Wei Mao raised the branch and showed it to Bao Shan: "There is no one here, don't be afraid."
Baoshan's eyebrows relaxed, and she asked softly, "Why are you so late, my husband? What have you been doing?"
Wei Mao did not hide it: "To kill someone."
Baoshan's face, which had just regained its rosy color, turned pale again in an instant. She opened her lips slightly, as if she was extremely scared, and hid in Wei Mao's arms.
"Then—is my husband injured?"
Wei Mao was slightly stunned. Ever since he could remember, he had been an orphan and had to struggle to grow up.
After a period of inhuman torture, he was able to stand out among the many orphans and was admitted to the Northern Pacification Division. No one had ever cared about him so much. Wei Mao recalled that the Jinyiwei in the Northern Pacification Division asked him, "Wei Mao, are you happy with your wife?"
Wei Mao didn't know what love was, but when he heard Bao Shan's name, he felt his cold heart gradually warm up.
Wei Mao thought that he must like the treasure fan, or perhaps he loved the treasure fan.
Otherwise, why would he ask the peddler to marry the precious fan?
Wei Mao thought that he was not a good person, but when the mad horse was about to trample the weak and pitiful fan under its hooves, Wei Mao still drew the embroidered spring knife at his waist and cut off the horse's limbs.
Baoshan, with a wreath on her head, opened her eyes timidly. When she learned that it was Wei Mao who saved her, Baoshan took out the wreath from the box and slowly walked to Wei Mao.
Baoshan knew very well that the wreath was cheap and not worthy of the Jinyiwei.
But she had no choice, because the cargo box was filled with wreaths she had woven with her own hands. She wanted to sell them, but she didn't sell a single one.
Wei Mao did not take it. What use was there for a wreath for a man like him?
But when he saw disappointment flash across those clear eyes, Wei Mao raised his hand, pointed at the wreath on the top of the treasure fan, and said, "I want this."
Bao Shan hurriedly took off the wreath and handed it to Wei Mao. A faint smile appeared on her lips: "Sir, you are a good person."
Looking at that delicate face, Wei Mao almost lost his mind, thinking in his heart - how could he be a good person?
The mad horse belonged to the son of a powerful noble in the capital. Upon learning that Wei Mao had injured his horse, the man reported it to the emperor.
Because the father of the nobleman's son was a minister favored by the emperor, Wei Mao was charged with "improper handling of the matter." Chopping off a horse's limbs just because it went mad was too cruel.
Wei Mao was beaten with a stick thirty times for a wreath that was of no use.
It hurts, but it's bearable.
Born an orphan, Wei Mao has an innate instinct to seek profit and avoid harm. He doesn't care about good or evil, only the results. The pain in his back reminds Wei Mao that the treasured fan is a problem. But he doesn't want to avoid it.
Baoshan's father was a peddler, but he was addicted to gambling all day and didn't care much about supporting his family.
Baoshan took over his father's job and sold small items on the street all day long.
Because she was born beautiful, there were often people with ulterior motives who tried to get close to Baoshan by pretending to buy things for her.
Wei Mao drove away those people with evil intentions for her, but saw Bao Shan looking at him with tears in her eyes.
Her voice was so soft that it almost floated in the air.
"Sir, I am getting married and will no longer be here. I will give you all the items in this box."
Wei Mao asked her who she was going to marry.
Bao Shan's eyes turned red: "Daddy owed a gambling debt. The man said that if he couldn't pay it back, he would marry me to him and make me his sixteenth concubine."
Bao Shan raised her beautiful eyes, looked at Wei Mao, and said in a weak voice: "Sir, would being a concubine of a rich man be better than my current life?"
Wei Mao stared at Bao Shan's slowly leaving back, and the only thing left in his mind were those eyes filled with water droplets.
He returned to the Northern Pacification Office, looked at the wreath that had long since withered above the bed, and poured out all his savings.
Wei Mao repaid Baoshan's father's gambling debt and successfully made the pitiful woman his own.
The house where he lived was found by Wei Maoxin. He originally thought that he would stay in the Northern Pacification Division forever.
Until he could no longer lift the Embroidered Spring Sword and was completely expelled from the Northern Pacification Office.
But no one expected that he, Wei Mao, actually had a home and a beautiful wife who was waiting for his return obediently at home.
Wei Mao shook his head: "I'm not injured."
He stretched out his arm, and the treasure fan nestled in Wei Mao's arms. His voice trembled as he said, "Killing people, isn't that scary?"
Wei Mao pondered for a moment and slowly replied, "It's not scary, it's just that the blood splattered on my body and it was a little sticky."
Bao Shan's shoulders trembled slightly, and she clutched Wei Mao's sleeves tightly: "I'm so scared. If I die... it will definitely be very painful."
Wei Mao's body tensed up, and he said in a deep voice, "No. As long as I'm here, no one will hurt you."
Bao Shan seemed to be comforted. She raised her head and pecked Wei Mao's lips gently, saying softly, "My husband is so kind."
After Bao Shan kissed her lightly, she was about to withdraw, but Wei Mao grabbed Bao Shan's wrist and kissed her deeply.
The gauze curtain fell, covering up the boundless spring scenery.
Wei Mao was a man of poor speech and a dull personality, and even in bed he was extremely rigid. From the time he got married till today, he had maintained the same attitude, which had never changed.
Perhaps because of his martial arts training, Wei Mao has great patience, but he is extremely inexperienced when it comes to love between men and women.
On the wedding night, Baoshan suffered a lot.
Now I am getting into the groove. I can see how Baoshan looks and know what to do next.
In the end, Baoshan fell asleep in Wei Mao's arms. She spent the night with her head resting on Wei Mao's arm.
Wei Mao was also an honest man. He just stretched out his arm and let the precious fan lie on it and fall asleep peacefully.
When Baoshan woke up, Wei Mao was no longer by her side.
When Baoshan got off the bed, she saw the scarlet flying fish dress hanging on a bamboo pole, fluttering in the wind.
Bao Shan's eyes softened. Being able to marry Wei Mao was indeed the result of her planning.
Baoshan's father is a good-for-nothing and his mother favors his brothers. If Baoshan doesn't leave that family in time, he might be sold to another family one day.
Baoshan took a fancy to Wei Mao and was moved by the look of his horse's hoof falling.
If there are cracks in a cold heart, people can gradually penetrate it.
To love someone means that you first feel pity for them, and then love will gradually arise.
As for the rumors that the Jinyiwei were cruel and ruthless, Baoshan didn't take them to heart.
In this world, the strong prey on the weak. If you don't bully others, you will be bullied by others.
After the marriage, Bao Shan learned that Wei Mao was slandered by the sons of powerful people and was beaten with thirty sticks because of saving her. Bao Shan began to have some affection for Wei Mao.
It's probably a good thing to be able to live with Wei Mao.
Northern Pacification Office.
A familiar Jinyiwei came up to Wei Mao and asked, "When did you get married? Why haven't you let us meet your sister-in-law?"
Wei Mao took the handkerchief that the treasured fan had handed him and used to wipe his sweat, stuffed it into his arms, and replied, "It's been more than a month."
As for letting Baoshan meet the other Jinyiwei, Wei Mao had never thought about it.
Now that this matter was brought up, Wei Mao's heart moved slightly. Do ordinary people have to bring their wives to people close to them to see when they get married?
The loneliness on Baoshan's face on the wedding night might have been because of this incident.
Wei Mao said, "Tomorrow, I will invite you all to have dinner at my home."
The other Jinyiwei were all surprised and said that Wei Mao had changed his personality. A man who was silent and seldom spoke in the past had actually learned to entertain his companions.
Everyone agreed.
When Lu Yuanhui learned about this, he nodded in agreement and said he would definitely attend the banquet tomorrow.
When Wei Mao told Bao Shan about this, Bao Shan frowned slightly and asked, "How many people are there in total?"
"Twenty-one."
Bao Shan lowered her eyes, her voice filled with anxiety: "Husband, there are so many people here. If I don't do well, will it bring shame to you?"
Wei Mao shook his head: "You only need to meet them once. As for the food and drinks, I can leave them to Baishanju in the capital."
Bao Shan leaned softly against Wei Mao's shoulder and said softly, "Is this not good?"
Wei Mao didn't take it seriously: "They are used to the food at Baishanju."
As for asking Bao Shan to cook personally to entertain those Jinyiwei, Wei Mao had never thought about it.
He invited other Jinyiwei to his house so that they could see the treasure fan.
But letting Baoshan be so busy that he has no time to rest and serve other Jinyiwei is putting the cart before the horse.
Bao Shan said yes meekly, her voice soft, "I will listen to my husband."
Wei Mao prepared several tables of food that day. Baishanju was indeed the largest restaurant in the capital, offering both meat and vegetables, exquisite dishes, and delicious wines.
Lu Yuan got up and went forward, but heard someone coming from the Lu Mansion, saying that Master Lu called him back to discuss an urgent matter.
Lu Yuanhui frowned and had to hand the gift to his subordinate Chen Zhang, asking him to take it to Wei Mao.
Wei family.
Everyone took their seats, but only Wei Mao was there, and there was no sign of Baoshan.
Chen Zhang stood up and handed a long wooden box to Wei Mao.
"The commander had an urgent matter, so he asked me to give you the gift. I wish you and your sister-in-law a harmonious marriage and a long life together."
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