Chapter 229: World Nine (Extra) Reincarnation
It was winter, a chilly wind mingling with a biting breath. Within the vast mansion, no one was hiding inside, burning charcoal for warmth; instead, everyone gathered in the main courtyard, occupied by Madam Wei. Master Wei was over thirty, childless, but it was only when his wife, in early spring, found out she was pregnant that Master Wei's long-held tension finally relaxed.
Madam Wei had just started the fight when Master Wei was entertaining guests outside. Upon learning of this, he abandoned his guests and hurried back home. The maid looked at Master Wei, who was pacing anxiously, his face completely devoid of his usual composure.
The maid brought a chair and, following the old lady's instructions, said in a gentle voice, "Giving birth takes a long time. Master, why don't you sit down and wait?"
Mr. Wei waved his hand gently without even looking at the chair.
Mrs. Wei was still in the house, and he didn't know what was going on, so how could he sit there peacefully?
inside the house.
Beads of sweat formed on Madam Wei's forehead. A ginseng slice was placed in her mouth by her personal nanny. She clenched her teeth, ready to endure the pain for a long time, when she heard the midwife exclaim, "It's done, it's done!"
Before Madam Wei could react, she saw the midwife joyfully holding the newborn baby in front of her, saying flatteringly, "The young master was so distressed that he couldn't bear to see you suffer, so he came out smoothly."
Madam Wei glanced at the baby wrapped in the brocade quilt, her heart filled with tenderness. She stretched out her hand and said, "Let me hold you."
The midwife carefully handed the baby to Mrs. Wei's arms.
Feeling the warmth in her arms, Madam Wei looked at her personal nanny, a look of relief on her face. The nanny naturally understood and sighed softly, "Madam, now that you have this lovely child, young master, your future will finally be filled with happiness."
People often criticize women harshly. Mr. Wei's lack of offspring inevitably led to anger being directed at Madam Wei, both inside and outside the household.
Mr. Wei's biological mother, the old lady, used this as an excuse to repeatedly send people into Mr. Wei's room, and Mrs. Wei, the main wife, was also living in dire straits.
But at this moment, Mrs. Wei gently rubbed the cheek of the baby in her arms with her face, her heart soft, and she thought: Master Wei is always wavering between her and the old lady.
But later, when she has a child, someone will stand by her wholeheartedly.
The filth in the house was cleaned up, and the newborn baby was washed with warm water and wrapped tightly in a small quilt embroidered with auspicious dragons and phoenixes, lying beside Mrs. Wei.
Master Wei and the old lady walked into the house, followed by a group of concubines.
Mr. Wei wanted to hold his own child, but he didn't know where to start.
Under the guidance of the nanny, Master Wei gently picked up the baby and felt that he could not see enough of it.
The old lady who was always displeased with her daughter-in-law, when she saw the little arms waving with dark and bright eyes, she could no longer maintain her tense expression and kept calling her "good grandson".
The concubines felt bitter, but they knew what they were doing and naturally would not do anything rude at this moment to offend Master Wei.
When they saw that the old lady and Mr. Wei both regarded the newborn young master as the apple of their eye, they immediately became talkative and praised the young master highly.
Madam Wei leaned on the soft couch and whispered, "Master, would you like to give him a name?"
Seeing the baby's eyes wrinkled and looking uncomfortable, Master Wei thought he was holding the baby uncomfortably, so he quickly handed the young master to the nanny. Hearing Madam Wei's suggestion, Master Wei pondered and said, "It's time to give him a name."
Suddenly, heavy snow fell outside the house, and the grass and trees in the yard were covered with winter snow. As far as the eye could see, the sky was full of silver.
Only the pine and cypress trees show a bit of green in the snow-whiteness.
Master Wei said, "Winter is bitterly cold. I only wish my son could be like pine or cypress, able to weather the frost and grow strong. If so, I'll call him Mao'er."
Mrs. Wei was naturally satisfied and called softly, "Mao'er, you will be Wei Mao from now on."
The baby in Mammy's arms heard the call and gently shook its arms in response.
This scene made the old lady even more delighted. She hurriedly said that her grandson was a genius who could understand what others said at such a young age.
On the day of Wei Mao's hundred-day banquet, it was held with great fanfare under the personal supervision of Master Wei.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wei Mao chose a wooden sword. The old lady smiled from ear to ear: "My dear grandson, you are going to be a great hero and a great general."
Wei Mao got the wooden sword and was about to climb back, but when he passed a jade hairpin, he stopped again.
Wei Mao stretched out his arms, which were as thin as lotus roots, and held the jade hairpin in his arms.
He was small and it was really hard for him to hold two objects.
But Wei Mao refused to give up any of them. When he was tired of climbing, he would rest where he was. When he had regained his strength, he would pick up the selected wooden sword and jade hairpin and continue climbing.
Everyone was amazed, thinking that Wei Mao was still a baby, but he was so smart, and his future would definitely be limitless.
Mrs. Wei felt sorry for her son's tiredness, so she held Wei Mao on her lap and wiped the sweat from his head.
Seeing Wei Mao tightly grasping the two treasures in his hands, Madam Wei asked, "Mao'er, are you taking this jade hairpin to give to mother?"
As she spoke, Mrs. Wei tentatively reached out her hand to take the jade hairpin from Wei Mao's hand.
But Wei Mao held the jade hairpin tightly, refusing to let go, and looked at Mrs. Wei with his round eyes.
That dazed look made Madam Wei burst out laughing. She turned to the nanny and said, "Mao'er is so young, yet he already knows how to wear beautiful jewelry.
Since it's not for me, I'm afraid it's for some little girl."
Hearing this, everyone present burst into laughter.
When Wei Mao was eight years old, he was still the only young master in the mansion.
When Madam Wei first became pregnant with Wei Mao, all of Master Wei's concubines became interested in him and started pestering him.
But when Wei Mao was two years old, there was still no good news from the backyard.
Now that Mr. Wei already has a son, Wei Mao, he no longer worries about having an heir.
Only the old lady hoped for many children and good fortune, but the concubines pestered Master Wei, and Madam Wei devoted herself to taking care of Wei Mao. There was no quarrel between the wives and concubines like before, and the old lady saw it all.
The old lady was worried for a long time and actually found a master to seek a way to give Mr. Wei more offspring.
The master was good at face reading. He looked at Master Wei for a moment, frowned and said, "How strange!"
The old lady hurriedly asked what was so strange.
The master then told the truth that judging from Mr. Wei's face, he was destined to have no descendants.
A hundred years later, the family property was taken over by side branches, and all the ancestors ended up being left alone and without a home.
It was just that the almost transparent line of offspring suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and it was a twist of fate that gave rise to Wei Mao.
The master kindly advised the old lady not to be obsessed with offspring. Her grandson, Wei Mao, might have been a gift from heaven to the Wei family. As for the rest, there was no need to dwell on it.
The old lady immediately agreed repeatedly. After returning home, she never mentioned the matter of having offspring again and treated Wei Mao with even more love.
The old lady also became more friendly towards Mrs. Wei and never made things difficult for her again.
When Mrs. Wei learned the whole story, she sneered.
If it were in the past, she would have firmly believed that the east wind prevails over the west wind, and she would have definitely taken advantage of this matter and made careful plans.
But now, Mrs. Wei is content with having a son and has no time to care about the twists and turns in the old lady's mind.
The nanny said, “It is truly a mercy from Heaven that the young master was given to Madam.
Since the birth of the young master, Madam's complexion has improved a lot, and her old illness has gradually improved. She actually looks younger and younger."
When mentioning Wei Mao, Madam Wei's face softened. "With Mao'er by my side, I no longer have to compete with concubines for the master's favor, nor do I have to haggle with the old lady. I'm naturally free and happy. Mao'er is truly my lucky star. At this hour, Mao'er should have left school, so why haven't I seen him yet?"
The nanny showed a proud expression on her face: "You know that the young master hurried to the martial arts hall after finishing school. I'm afraid he won't be back until dinner time."
Madam Wei chuckled softly and said, "This child..."
Wei Mao preferred martial arts to literature, but he never thought of escaping from school.
On the contrary, Wei Mao was always extremely serious when he was in school.
Reading and memorizing were not difficult tasks for Wei Mao.
Just the mention of reciting poems and composing couplets gave Wei Mao a headache.
But his attitude was dignified, and the teacher looked at the poem that was not smooth and could not say a word of criticism.
Even in the classroom, when Wei Mao's short poem angered the teacher, he would just point at Wei Mao and say, "You, you! You are such a blockhead."
But he never used a ruler to hit Wei Mao, which made other students who had been hit on the palm of their hands envious.
Wei Mao left the academy and, just as Mammy had guessed, went to the martial arts training ground. However, today's training ended early. Wei Mao felt rather bored as he walked home.
While passing through a patch of grass, Wei Mao heard the sound of a cat.
Wei Mao didn't like cats, but he stopped for some unknown reason and used his hands to push aside the thick grass.
When he found the sound, Wei Mao discovered that it was not a cat, but a little girl sobbing softly.
Her voice was soft, and sounded like a cat purring.
The little girl turned around, revealing a face that was young but extremely gentle. Her eyes were red and her lips were tightly pursed.
Seeing this, Wei Mao felt his heart tighten and asked hurriedly, "Why are you crying?"
The little girl pointed to the bushes not far away and said in a trembling voice, "My bamboo ball has gone inside."
Wei Mao raised his foot to help her get it back.
The little girl tugged at Wei Mao's sleeves and raised her porcelain-white face to look at him: "Don't go, there are snakes there."
Her petite body trembled slightly, as if she was extremely afraid of snakes.
Wei Mao held the little girl's hand, curious about why her palm was so soft and why she was so small and cute.
"I'm not afraid of snakes."
Under the admiring gaze of the little girl, Wei Mao retrieved the bamboo ball from the grass. It was woven from bamboo strips and was soft and light.
There was no snake in the grass. Wei Mao thought that the little girl might be too afraid of snakes and thought that a snake was lurking in it.
But even though there was no snake, the bamboo ball was dented and could no longer be used.
The little girl sniffed lightly: "I will... get scolded."
Wei Mao took the little girl's hand and wanted to go back with her, and he would definitely not let her be scolded.
The little girl hugged Wei Mao's arms tightly and said softly, "Big brother, you are so kind."
Wei Mao nodded dully and suddenly said, "Wei Mao, my name is Wei Mao."
He suddenly wanted the little girl to know his name.
The little girl's eyes trembled slightly, and she said obediently: "Brother Wei Mao, I am Baoshan."
Wei Mao called out with great respect, "Precious fan."
From Baoshan, Wei Mao learned that she was out for fun with the young master. Several young masters and young ladies gathered together and wanted to play with bamboo balls. As a result, they accidentally kicked the bamboo ball far away, so they sent Baoshan to find it.
When the young masters and young ladies saw the broken bamboo ball, they lost interest in playing and immediately came to question Baoshan angrily.
One of them raised his palm and was about to wave it towards the treasured fan.
Bao Shan stood there, not moving at all, but her trembling body showed how scared she was at the moment.
Wei Mao grabbed the arm and pushed the young master who was hitting someone to the ground.
Wei Mao was a few years younger than the young master, but he practiced martial arts regularly and was very strong, so he easily pushed the young master down.
The laughter of the crowd made the young master feel humiliated. He shouted, "Bao Shan, get over here quickly, or I won't want you anymore!"
Wei Mao clenched the palm of his hand around the treasure fan and leaned over to look into her eyes: "Don't go."
The precious fan did not break free.
The young master fell to the ground and looked at Bao Shan and Wei Mao leaving. A trace of panic emerged in his heart. He then realized that he had never hated Bao Shan and had never deliberately bullied her because he liked to see Bao Shan crying for him.
Wei Mao returned home and brought back a little girl, and the news quickly spread throughout the mansion.
When Madam Wei heard from the servants that the owner of the precious fan had come to ask for her, she finally knew the identity of the precious fan. She tried to explain to Wei Mao, "She was bought by someone else to be a maid."
In this matter, Wei Mao showed his stubbornness: "She is mine."
Seeing that Wei Mao really liked the precious fan, Mrs. Wei naturally would not forcibly separate the two children because of outsiders.
Mrs. Wei prepared enough silver and money. The Wei family was quite powerful here, so the family did not dare to pester her. They took the silver and money and left in a hurry.
But Wei Mao was worried. He was afraid that if he was not careful, the treasured fan would be taken away by someone and he would never see it again.
So Wei Mao held the treasure fan tightly in his palm, holding it while eating and walking. Until it was time to go to bed, the nanny reminded him, "Young Master, do you want to sleep with the treasure fan?"
Wei Mao's face turned red and he hurriedly let go of the fan.
But when Wei Mao woke up, the first thing he asked was: "Where is the precious fan?"
Seeing him like this, Madam Wei offered to give him the treasured fan: "I'll let her be your maid first, and when you grow up, I'll let her be your concubine. Is that okay?"
Wei Mao shook his head: "I won't be a concubine."
Wei Mao didn't know what to do.
Spring came and summer went, and several years passed.
This dynasty introduced both civil and military examinations. Although Wei Mao was not good at the civil examination, he won the first place in the military examination.
When the news reached the Wei family, everyone was naturally overjoyed.
Wei Mao was eager to return home. After hurriedly visiting his father, mother, and elderly grandmother, he went to look for the treasure fan.
As he grew older, Wei Maosheng grew taller, with strong arms and a slim waist. Just looking at his back would make people blush.
He looked handsome and powerful, but he did not have the recklessness of the men in the capital.
On the contrary, he is a bit dull and is praised for his childlike innocence.
Baoshan was picking sweet persimmons from the tree. It was a good time of year in autumn, and the persimmons were all plump and round, without any sour taste.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, Bao Shan turned around and called softly, "Master!"
The ladder suddenly trembled and fell straight backwards.
Bao Shan let out a soft cry and subconsciously closed her eyes. But the expected pain did not come. She opened her eyes and saw Wei Mao's dark eyes.
Strong and powerful arms embrace Baoshan's soft body.
Under Wei Mao's gaze, Bao Shan's face flushed. In order to make it easier to pick persimmons, she changed into casual clothes.
Now he fell from the ladder, looking disheveled, with a persimmon still in his hand.
How could she not feel ashamed?
But in Wei Mao's eyes, Baoshan was beautiful no matter what, and she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.
Light or heavy makeup always suits her. Even if she wears simple clothes, she can make Wei Mao's heart beat fast and his heart tremble.
Wei Mao showed no intention of letting go of the treasured fan. He said in a deep voice, "I asked my mother to arrange the marriage."
Bao Shan lowered his head, his expression unable to conceal his disappointment: "It is naturally good for the young master to have a beautiful woman to accompany him."
Hearing this, Wei Mao frowned: "Aren't you happy?"
Bao Shan wanted to twitch the corners of her mouth, but the bitterness in her eyes made tears roll down: "I... Young Master has a wife, I am naturally happy."
Wei Mao was puzzled: "Then why are you crying?"
"I'm afraid the young lady doesn't like me..."
Wei Mao leaned over and kissed Bao Shan's lips.
"My wife... isn't that you?"
Baoshan's eyes widened, not knowing whether she was surprised by Wei Mao's closeness or surprised to know that it was her that Wei Mao asked Madam Wei for.
Wei Mao wrapped Bao Shan's arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.
Only when he is so close and happy with the precious fan can he feel at peace and feel that the precious fan truly belongs to him.
He kissed the corner of Baoshan's eye soothingly: "Don't shed tears easily in the future, except when you see a snake."
Wei Mao still remembers the first time he saw Bao Shan, she cried because she was afraid of snakes.
Bao Shan hugged Wei Mao and responded to him softly, with a dark look in her eyes.
Snakes are scary, but she's not stupid enough to not even check if there's a snake in the grass.
It was just to coax a stupid girl so that she could shield herself from the master's scolding.
I'm afraid this idiot won't discover the truth.
Bao Shan thought about it and pretended to accidentally pull open Wei Mao's clothes.
Her eyes trembled as she saw Wei Mao's dark and deep eyes.
"Master... I didn't mean it... um..."
The persimmon in his hand was violently knocked to the ground.
The rustling of leaves could not conceal the beautiful scene.
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