Chapter 210 World 9 (7)
Lu Yuanhui's eyes were dark, like pebbles submerged in a stream, permeated with a faint chill. He shifted his gaze from Bao Shan's pale, utterly mournful face and called out in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, I'm here to see Wei Mao."
Baoshan walked lightly, leading Lu Yuan back to Wei Mao's coffin. Wei Mao had already changed into new clothes, and even the dark marks on his face were covered with powder. Now Wei Mao's face looked a little more rosy, and he looked even healthier than Baoshan.
Even after punishing the thief, Lu Yuanhui still felt guilty when facing Wei Mao. He knew that the thief's silver needle was aimed at him. If it weren't for Wei Mao, it might be him, Lu Yuanhui, lying in the coffin.
Even though she had cried several times, when she saw Wei Mao again, Baoshan's eyes were suddenly filled with tears, which fell down and left shallow water marks on her porcelain-white cheeks.
Lu Yuanhui had never been one to get along with women. Those who cried before him usually did so because they had something to ask of him, and Lu Yuanhui would simply walk past them without a trace of emotion. But Baoshan... she was different.
Baoshan's husband died because of him. As a weak and delicate woman, what could she do to beg Lu Yuan to come back?
Facing Bao Shan's soft sobs, Lu Yuanhui felt helpless for the first time. What was that feeling? Lu Yuanhui could only promise stiffly, "In the future, I will protect you."
Wei Mao's coffin wouldn't be buried until that evening. The Imperial Guards stayed in the Wei family's wing to make some repairs. Lu Yuanhui sat back on the round stool, trying to close his eyes. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the woman in the plain white dress, looking at him with tearful eyes.
In this case, how can Lu Yuan calm down?
Lu Yuanhui left the house and walked towards the main hall.
Baoshan put the clothes, handkerchiefs and sachets she had sewn for Wei Mao into the coffin.
Baoshan's ears twitched slightly, and when she heard the hurried footsteps approaching, she stretched out her hand, leaned over and whispered in Wei Mao's ear.
Her voice was gentle: "My husband, if you really care about me, please bless me to succeed in what I want today."
Baoshan stood up straight and looked at Luo's father who walked into the main hall with a swagger.
Father Luo deliberately avoided the plain white decorations in the main hall. After all, he spent a lot of time in casinos and was most averse to these unclean things.
But Father Luo was careful and stepped on the paper flowers that flew out of the brazier. Father Luo kicked the brazier and spat, "Bad luck!"
Bao Shan hurried to support the brazier on the ground. Sparks of red light flew everywhere and landed on the hem of Bao Shan's skirt.
The soft and tender hands of Baoshan were also burned red by the hot flames. She hissed softly and frowned slightly.
But Luo's father was not worried. Instead, he walked straight towards the coffin. Bao Shan hurriedly called out, "Father, my husband is gone. Don't disturb him..."
Father Luo looked around the coffin and saw only worthless handkerchiefs and clothes, not even a silver ingot or gold. He withdrew his gaze in dissatisfaction and walked towards the treasure fan.
"Baoshan, your son-in-law is a member of the Imperial Guard. How much money did he leave for you when he left?"
Bao Shan's face turned pale: "No."
Luo's father obviously didn't believe it. He searched everywhere, and was so tired that he was out of breath, but he didn't find a single copper coin.
Father Luo looked up at the large house and suggested, "Wei Mao is gone. You are born timid, and it is inconvenient for you to live in this house. Why not sell it and move back home?"
Bao Shan shook her head gently: "Dad once said that once you marry, you must obey your husband. I belong to my husband and cannot go back."
Father Luo suddenly choked. What he said in the past was meant to teach Mother Luo, but he never thought that Baoshan had heard it.
Luo's father stepped forward and pulled at the treasured fan: "Wei Mao will die young. Move back home and I will find you a good marriage."
Bao Shan's voice trembled, but she still bravely corrected Luo's father's words: "My husband...my husband is not short-lived, he died to save people..."
Father Luo had already grasped the wrist of the treasured fan and was about to pull it out when a short blade flew in from outside the house, brushed past Father Luo's ear, and pierced the beam of the main hall.
Father Luo reached out and touched his ears, his hands were covered in red. He covered his ears and howled loudly.
"Who dares to attack me? My son-in-law is a member of the Imperial Guard..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo's father remembered that now that Wei Mao was gone, he couldn't use the banner of Wei Mao's Jinyiwei identity. Luo's father glared at the treasure fan beside him and said, "Quick, bring me the medicine."
Bao Shan was slightly startled, and was about to leave when he saw Lu Yuanhui striding in.
Lu Yuanhui was not wearing the Feiyu suit today, but only a black robe with a stern face.
Although he didn't say anything, Luo's father's arrogance immediately dissipated a lot.
Lu Yuan walked back to Bao Shan and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"
Baoshan covered his fingers that had just been scalded red and shook his head gently.
Lu Yuan looked back with a faint expression. He had promised to protect the treasure fan, but on the first day, the treasure fan was hurt.
Lu Yuanhui pulled out a handkerchief from his body. It was the square handkerchief he usually used to wipe the bloodstains on the Embroidered Spring Knife, but now he used it to wrap his slender, white fingers.
Baoshan timidly took the turmeric handkerchief and covered her burned fingers with it.
The expression on Luo's father's face changed again and again. He did not know Lu Yuanhui's identity. He only saw the way Lu Yuanhui cared for Baoshan, so he thought that this was another man who wanted to marry his daughter Baoshan.
Father Luo was feeling rather pleased with himself. He hadn't been particularly good in his life, but he had a daughter as beautiful as a flower, who had just married a prominent member of the Imperial Guards. Now...
Father Luo looked at Lu Yuanhui's attire and thought that this man must be either rich or noble.
Father Luo changed his arrogant attitude and pretended to be pitiful, sighing and lamenting, "Baoshan, my dear daughter. It's not that I want to force you, but... the debt collector has come home and wants to chop off my hands if I can't pay him back. Baoshan, you don't want to see me get hurt, do you?"
These words were spoken to Baoshan, but Luo's father's eyes were always fixed on Lu Yuanhui.
Father Luo thought that if Lu Yuan was sensible and took the initiative to give him money to repay his gambling debts, he might consider it and marry the treasure fan to him.
Bao Shan's body trembled slightly, and her beautiful eyes were full of requests: "Dad, today is the day my husband is buried. How about waiting until tomorrow..."
Seeing Lu Yuanhui's indifference, Luo's father's expression suddenly turned cold: "You cruel girl, tomorrow? You want to see Dad's body before you're willing to take the money, right?"
As Father Luo spoke, he stepped forward, but before he could touch the treasured fan, his arm, raised high, was caught by Lu Yuanhui's big hand.
Lu Yuanhui moved his palm slightly, and heard a cracking sound. Father Luo felt the sound of bones breaking and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.
Lu Yuanhui dragged Luo's father out into the courtyard. Bao Shan wanted to follow him to see what was happening, but was stopped abruptly by Lu Yuan's reply, "Wei Mao can't live without someone by his side." Bao Shan's lips trembled slightly, "Sir, that's my father..."
Lu Yuanhui didn't understand why Bao Shan couldn't bear to see such a scoundrel of a father. But Lu Yuanhui still said in a deep voice, "I know."
Bao Shan looked at Lu Yuan's receding figure, turned around, and there was no trace of worry about Luo's father on her face.
She pleaded for Luo's father not because of that little bit of blood relationship.
No matter what a man says, he likes a woman who can clearly distinguish between right and wrong and is not indecisive.
But if a woman really doesn't care about family affection, it will make people feel cold-hearted and not as kind as she appears.
From ancient times to the present, filial piety has been the most pressing obligation.
But if Lu Yuan takes action back, Luo's father will surely suffer a lot and will not dare to bother the precious fan again in the future.
Father Luo covered his bloody severed finger and looked at Lu Yuanhui, as if he was a Shura from hell.
How could Luo's father dare to covet the money from the precious fan? He got up from the ground, ran to the door of Wei's house, and heard the people talking.
"I heard that Jinyiwei Commander Lu Yuan has returned and has also come to the Wei family."
"Lu Yuanhui—but that man who wiped out the Sun family, not even sparing the infants in their cradles..."
Father Luo secretly regretted that if he had known that the man was Lu Yuanhui, why would he rush here today to ask Baoshan for money.
Thinking that it was Luo's mother who instigated the situation, saying that the children at home were crying and wanted to buy new clothes and eat braised beef from Baishanju, and asked him to ask Baoshan for savings so that the family could live better, Luo's father immediately became furious.
Luo's father was a bully who only feared the strong and bullied the weak. Lu Yuan broke his finger in response, but he didn't dare to hate him, so he could only vent his anger on Luo's mother and other children at home.
Luo family.
Luo's mother was coaxing her crying little son: "When your father comes back, we'll have the money to buy the crickets you want."
The youngest son finally stopped crying. When he saw his father coming in, he broke free from his mother's arms and ran to his father, hugging him tightly. He asked, "Dad, give me money. I want to buy the Ever-Victorious General."
Warm liquid dripped onto the youngest son's face. When he realized it was blood, he was kicked to the ground by Luo's father before he could even cry out.
The youngest son burst into tears.
Luo's mother picked up her youngest son with heartache and asked Luo's father why he was so angry.
But when he saw that several of Luo's father's fingers were broken, his face turned pale: "Who did this?"
Luo's father looked at Luo's mother coldly: "It's all because of you, the troublemaker! If it weren't for you instigating me, how could I go looking for the treasure fan today, and how could I have my fingers chopped off? I'm a cripple now, and you're so happy!"
Luo's mother hurriedly shook her head, muttering, "No. I'll go find Baoshan and find out what's going on."
Baoshan, the daughter, is the most soft-hearted. How could she watch Luo's father's finger being cut off?
Father Luo pulled her back, and remembering Lu Yuanhui's warning, he said viciously, "If you still want to live, stay away from the treasure fan!"
Mother Luo hugged her youngest son and stammered, "Yes." She didn't understand. Wasn't Wei Mao dead? Bao Shan had no one to rely on. The house and money should have belonged to them. How could it have become like this?
Baoshan held a small white porcelain bottle and applied medicine on the red scalded wound.
But the injury to Bao Shan was on his right hand, so it would be inconvenient to apply medicine with his left hand.
Bao Shan's slender black eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a trace of worry in her dark eyebrows. Her eyes were full of water. She said softly, "In the past, it was my husband who applied medicine for me..."
Lu Yuanhui was indeed aroused by guilt. He took the white porcelain bottle from Bao Shan's hand and said in a calm voice: "Stretch out your finger."
Bao Shan's watery eyes moved slightly, and she called out softly, "Sir, this is against the rules..."
Lu Yuanhui had no experience of getting along with women. When he and Zhang Qingping were together in the past, they had never been so close.
Lu Yuanhui just thought that it was just applying medicine. Since Wei Mao was not there, he could naturally do such a small matter.
Lu Yuanhui said nothing, but just looked at the treasure fan with his eyes that shone like glass.
Baoshan stretched out his finger obediently, and the scar was not big.
But on the fingers as smooth as jade, it looks extremely terrifying.
Lu Yuanhui tilted the white porcelain bottle slightly, and brown powder fell on Baoshan's wound.
Lu Yuanhui's eyes focused as he wrapped a ginger-colored square handkerchief around the slender fingers and tied a crooked knot.
"alright."
Lu Yuan raised his eyes and met Bao Shan's eyes.
Bao Shan had a plain face, and her whole body was extremely dull. But in her eyes, which were filled with sorrow, a different look emerged. Bao Shan said softly, "Thank you, sir."
Lu Yuanhui's heart moved, and he suddenly asked: "Do you... hate me?"
Wei Mao was poisoned because he saved him. If not, Wei Mao and the treasure fan would have been able to share their joys and sorrows, and the two would not have to be separated forever.
There was a flash of confusion in Baoshan's watery eyes. She shook her head gently, and the plain headband between her hair also swayed, like a fluttering butterfly, landing on a plain small white flower among many colorful flowers.
"I... don't know."
Bao Shan hated the person who poisoned her husband because he was evil-minded and had harmed her husband.
But as for Lu Yuanhui, Baoshan thought, if Wei Mao hated him, she would hate him too. If Wei Mao didn't hate him, she would have no resentment.
She has a soft personality and even relies on others to make decisions about hatred.
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