Chapter 111 Chapter 111 I'll Help You
Her wet eyes were filled with fear and disbelief, and the hot tears fell on the back of her hand, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart again and again.
A hint of pain flashed in Duan Wenpei's eyes, and he slowly let go of his hand.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"Okay, since this is what you want, I'll grant your wish. Nanxu, from now on, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."
These words were like thunder in a clear sky. Nan Xu clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, her chest heaving.
She raised her head stubbornly, as if to see through him. "Why is that? I made it very clear at the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall. Duan Wenpei, not everyone is so selfish and stingy."
Duan Wenpei curled his lips sarcastically, pointing at Li Zhan, who hadn't gotten up for a long time. "If it's for him, you naturally have a thousand excuses."
"Since you say I'm stingy, then I'll show you how stingy I am!"
After he said that, he stretched out his arms, hooked Nan Xu into his arms, leaned over and kissed her fiercely.
No skill, no mercy, only endless plundering and plundering.
Nan Xu wanted to push him out, but he forced her to give in.
She reached out to twist his waist and abdomen again, and touched the wound while stroking. Her heart softened and she let go.
But he resolutely took his hand and twisted it hard on the wound.
The sound of lips and tongues entangled filled the whole room. Nan Xu couldn't bear it anymore and bit him.
The smell of blood filled her mouth. Nan Xu thought he would let her go, but she didn't expect him to swallow even harder.
Her breath was drowned in his unbridled 'violence'. She couldn't break free, nor could she resist. She could only follow him and gradually sink into oblivion, chasing after him...
Li Zhan's eyes were red with anger at the scene before him. The joy hanging on the corners of his eyes and eyebrows had not yet dissipated, but shock and anger suddenly surged through his heart.
He crawled to his feet and tried his best to pull Duan Wenpei to get Nan Xu away, but when he was half a step away from Duan Wenpei, he was suddenly shocked by the internal force that burst out from his body and flew away again.
This time, Duan Wenpei did not hold back. Li Zhan fell to the ground, spitting blood and fainting.
Nan Xu frowned subconsciously, and the person in front of her snorted coldly and slowly let her go.
"You care about him so much, should I ask someone to get a doctor for him?"
Nan Xu covered her chest to calm the blush on her face, and said with an unsteady breath, "Whatever you say."
After all the noise, Nan Xu was already exhausted. She lifted the hair hanging by her ears and dragged her feet to the bed. She really wanted to have a good sleep and have a good dream.
Duan Wenpei's eyes were calm as he held her arm tightly. Nan Xu looked at him in confusion.
"Why, Master, do you still want to use force in front of everyone?"
He didn't answer, but leaned over and picked her up by the waist, gently placed her on the bed, tucked in the corners of the quilt, and whispered coldly in her ear, "Dream on."
“Even if Miss Nan Er has this habit, Uncle Ben can’t afford to lose this person.”
Nanxu:......
I’m so tired. Never mind, let’s go to sleep first.
At this moment, a dark shadow flashed past the window and quickly disappeared.
*
The New Year's Eve dinner was very quiet.
Yin Ruizhu stayed in the room with Nan Xu and asked someone to bring the meal into the room.
Xie Jin was worried about Duan Wenpei, so he followed him to Zhao's house. Li Zhan was carried back to recuperate. When Jingyi found out, he had just drunk a large bowl of pregnancy-preserving medicine. She cursed, "You deserve it," and continued to hang out with Master Zhang and the others.
She asked if she had received a reply from Kyoto. Master Zhang fed her a sour apricot and said no. Jingyi felt a little depressed.
Several men looked at each other and tried their best to comfort her. Jingyi was restless because of the piece of meat in her stomach, and seeing that someone was trying hard to please her, she also followed her heart and indulged in it.
Therefore, only Xiao Jing, Nan Yicheng and a few secret guards sat in front of a table full of delicious dishes.
Nan Yicheng was preoccupied and went to Nanxu's room without eating a few bites. Ruyi said that Nanxu had not woken up yet, so he had to leave the villa in a depressed mood.
He had just taken a few steps when a familiar figure suddenly appeared in his sight. Nan Yicheng tiptoed to catch up.
"That's right. Looking at that person's back, I guessed it was the missing Second Master of the Nan Family."
Xiao Jing picked at the food in the bowl and nodded, looking a little distracted.
The secret guards knew what she was thinking, but they didn't dare to tease her. They could only ask her how to deal with it while she ate.
Xiao Jing said calmly, "Continue to monitor, don't alert the enemy."
That makes sense, but other things...
Secret Guard One: "Commander, we intercepted the letter the princess sent to Kyoto. It said you were colluding with Wei Yangbo and others, working together as a traitor. I'm afraid you've already turned against us."
Dark Guard Two: "Commander, we've discovered the strange reason behind King Yi's illness. Every winter, he uses the excuse of recuperating to live in a farm outside the city."
Dark Guard Three: "A letter came from the palace, asking why Duan Wenpei didn't conceal his whereabouts. They said the reasons given by the commander-in-chief were unconvincing and they also held the commander-in-chief responsible for dereliction of duty."
The third dark guard was silent for a moment, then added, "And Xie Jin, why did he appear in Shu for no reason?"
After hearing Xie Jin's name, Xiao Jing finally reacted, "Didn't I tell you not to spread the news of Xie Jin coming to Shu?"
Dark Guard II explained: "We didn't spread it. Someone in Kyoto somehow found out."
Xiao Jing was stunned for a moment, then realized that Emperor Xuanwu had always been wary of these clans, and there were more people in the dark than just them.
"Just say he came to look for his relatives, and running into Uncle Huai...was just a coincidence."
The secret guards looked at each other, somewhat curious about the address in her words.
Dark Guard Three asked her in a low voice, "Why did the Commander suddenly change his address to Duan Wenpei?"
Xiao Jing picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, a little unhappy. "It's changed, so why bother asking so many questions?"
Dark Guard Two was still a little unwilling, "Now that Duan Wenpei and Nan Xu have divorced, the opportunity to take command has arrived."
Xiao Jing looked at him like an idiot, "You mean, this commander can only pick up things that others don't want?"
The secret guards kept silent.
Xiao Jing felt a little bored, so she simply twisted the wine flask and poured it into her mouth, mumbling: "It's New Year's Day, let's talk about something happy. Is there anything special happening in Kyoto?"
......
Isn’t this still talking about their old business?
But Xiao Jing was unhappy. Since they worked under her, they still needed to appease the boss.
So several people started talking at once, talking about all the unknown gossips among the wealthy families.
As they talked, they talked about the Yong'an Marquis Mansion.
"It is said that there was a big funeral in the mansion before the New Year."
"What's so strange about that?"
"The strange thing is that it was done for a maid named Yuming."
"Ah? How could she be a maid?"
"Later, our people investigated and found out that this maid was Nan Xu's personal servant, and the Marquisate gave her a grand funeral out of respect for their daughter. However, there was a hidden story behind this. It was said that the Marquis of Yong'an had a concubine who had died, and the Marquis' wife refused to bury her, so they came up with this solution to solve the problem once and for all."
“These noble people are really…”
Xiao Jing didn't hear clearly what it was. She shook her drowsy head and fell asleep on the table.
*
Nan Xu was sleeping soundly, while Duan Wenpei returned to Zhao's house.
Qin met him at the second gate and said that Zhao Mingcheng was waiting to take him to see Wang Yuxiu.
Qin felt it was unlucky to see a dead person on New Year's Day. She said something perfunctorily and returned to her yard waving her handkerchief.
Although the second son, Zhao Huaiyou, was disabled, he married early and adopted a son in the clan; needless to say, the eldest son, Zhao Huaian, had a large number of concubines, confidantes, and several sons and daughters; although he lost his little son, Qin could still enjoy the happiness of family.
When she reached the steps at the corner, Qin looked back at the figure walking in the opposite direction and couldn't help but sneer.
Wang Yuxiu, Wang Yuxiu, if you knew your precious son had ended up like this, would you regret returning to Shu with Zhao Mingcheng at all costs?
Thinking of what happened that year, her breathing became a little disordered. After she finally calmed down, she felt an itchy and restless feeling deep in her heart.
Qin grabbed her neck in annoyance and urged the servants to leave quickly.
The servants were not surprised at all and helped her trot along, disappearing into the dark courtyard of the mansion.
Zhao Mingcheng took Duan Wenpei along a long mountain road and finally stopped at a sunny valley.
This place is far away from the Zhao family, but very close to the Zhao family’s ancestral tomb.
Duan Wenpei looked at the weed-covered plain, his eyes growing darker. "Where is my mother?"
Zhao Mingcheng didn't say anything and handed over something. It was the divorce agreement that Nan Xu had just put her fingerprint on.
"Sign first, and I'll take you there." He spoke slowly, but to others it sounded like they wanted to tear him to pieces.
Duan Wenpei sneered, "She's so cruel that she doesn't want me anymore, and I'm still chasing her? You old beast, I haven't seen you in years, and you don't even have the ability to judge people?"
The mountain breeze blew up the short beard on Zhao Mingcheng's chin. He was wearing a bluish-white fur coat, which made him look a bit like an immortal in this cold winter day.
"I know Yuxiu's character, and her blood is naturally the same."
"If she hadn't known I was married and still followed me to Sichuan without hesitation, your grandfather's family wouldn't have perished so quickly. Rebellious son, you, like her, place too much importance on the word 'love'. It would have been better for you to sign the contract early."
He looked at him calmly, but his eyes were no different from the biting cold wind in winter.
Duan Wenpei took the pen handed to him by the servant and hesitated to put it down. "Have you ever loved her?"
The setting sun shone into the valley, making people squint. Zhao Mingcheng held his hand and wrote on it, then pressed his fingerprint, and then put the divorce letter into his arms with satisfaction.
He strode forward without looking back, "No."
His hands loosened and the pen fell to the ground. Duan Wenpei stared blankly for a long time, smiled self-deprecatingly, and followed.
*
Wang Yuxiu was buried on the flat ground at the top of the mountain, facing the sea of clouds and bathed in the early morning sun.
Duan Wenpei stroked the simple wooden tombstone and curled up in front of it. Time went back, just like many years ago when he was lying obediently in his mother's arms.
Dew soaked his clothes, and the dried and sticky blood gradually melted away. The dry grass all over the mountains and fields witnessed the reunion of mother and son after many years of separation.
The red sun completely fell into the West Sea.
Zhao Mingcheng looked ahead quietly, his tall body visibly hunched.
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