Chapter 82: "I've harmed my wife."...
“A-choo——”
As the morning light suddenly rose, a slight chill came over Wen Yu, making the tip of her nose itch and she couldn't help but sneeze loudly.
It wasn't a big deal, just a sneeze. Besides, who says fairies can't sneeze? She consoled herself.
But at this moment, the sound of birds flapping their wings next to his ears still made Wen Yu feel a little embarrassed.
Wen Yu looked up at the lush tree branches. There was not a single bird left on them. Only the slightly trembling branches showed what had happened.
She spat inwardly. Why was she running? We were all sisters from the mountains. Was she really that scary? She wondered if any of these birds had awakened to spiritual wisdom.
If there is, it would be helpful if you could help her pass a message to her master.
The bird flapped its wings and scattered across the sky, then disappeared into the green in the distance, without leaving even a feather for Wen Yu.
Judging from the situation, I'm afraid it's gone.
Wen Yu curled her lips and secretly clenched her fists. After a night, her spiritual energy still hadn't recovered, let alone flowed through her body. It remained blocked and stagnant, uncontrollable, just like yesterday.
Could it be that the temple was really too far away from her master, so she couldn't get some divine energy or nourish her magic power.
She felt depressed and sighed helplessly, and then her round little head drooped down.
What caught his eye were the impatient and inquiring eyes of the crowd, as if they were trying to explain why Wen Yu was screaming so early in the morning.
Wen Yu then realized that perhaps the sound just now was really... cough, loud, waking up everyone who was resting their eyes and disturbing their sweet dreams.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes rolling around, looking quite guilty.
Until her eyes met Shen Sheng's, Shen Sheng's eyes were also confused and hazy, and the scroll in his hand had already tilted to his knees, and was about to fall to the ground by a hair's breadth.
Wen Yu remembered that Shen Sheng held the book tightly in his hand last night. He didn't know whether he finally fell asleep because he couldn't open his eyes. If he had enough energy, he might really study all night.
She stopped talking and retreated with her neck shrunk. Everything that happened last night was still fresh in her mind, so it was better for her not to act rashly.
"Madam, have you caught a cold?" Shen Sheng picked up the book with one hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes with the other, while walking towards Wen Yu.
"I was really rude last night." Shen Sheng looked at Wen Yu's thin clothes and red nose, feeling very sorry, "I hurt my wife."
If it weren't for him... the boss wouldn't have...
He stared at the rope around Wen Yu's wrist, his face showing an expression of shame.
"How can I blame you?"
Wen Yu obviously noticed Shen Sheng's gaze. She glanced at her wrist. Her slender, jade-white hand was tied with hemp rope like cabbage on the roadside. The roughness of the rope rubbed her skin red and broke it in several places.
Wen Yu had never suffered such pain before. Previously, her back was just rubbed by sand and stones, and Song Linsheng sent her medicine and supplements to Guanwuyuan.
It's fine now. She frowned and looked at the scarlet streak on the wound. She was out in the wilderness and had to bear it all by herself.
She wasn't afraid of pain and could endure hardships, but... she always felt empty inside...
Wen Yu couldn't help but laugh. Her master said that wood and stone have no heart. She was made of wood, so where did her heart come from?
She raised her hands and waved them towards Shen Sheng, as if she was unaware of the wound and didn't care about her pain at all. Instead, she spoke to comfort Shen Sheng.
"I told you long ago that I was captured by someone, not an invited guest." As he spoke, Wen Yu glanced at the scarred man a little further away, as if he was deliberately saying this to the other party.
"You deserve to be tied up." Wen Yu smiled lightly, looking carefree. "But thank you for letting me experience 'treating others with courtesy'."
"I...I, it's all my fault..." Shen Sheng frowned, and everything that happened last night came to his mind.
He originally thought that the master must have gone out and brought back a young lady from somewhere. She looked very young, so maybe she was lost from somewhere, or she was rescued by the master.
After all, on the way back from outside, the boss helped people when he saw injustice, and rescued many old, weak and orphaned girls from the hands of some evildoers.
Even though the boss told him to kidnap the man, he didn't take it to heart. The boss has always been a person who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and the brothers all know this.
That's why he untied Madam Wenyu and found the blanket he had collected outside to keep her warm at night. He thought that the head of the family would definitely escort the young lady back home the next morning.
But last night, in the middle of the night, the head of the household came over to investigate for some reason and happened to see him talking to Madam Wen.
"Who told you to untie her?"
The scarred man's voice was like a sharp arrow, passing between Wen Yu and Shen Sheng with a sound of breaking through the air, tearing the originally calm atmosphere between them in two.
Wen Yu looked over when he heard the voice and saw the man with a ferocious face and gloomy eyes hidden behind the scar. From a distance, it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.
But, his expression definitely doesn't show happiness, does it?
Wen Yu swallowed unconsciously, then realized that the man seemed to be staring at her closely. She lowered her head to follow his gaze, but what she saw was the blanket covering her body.
Shen Sheng had earlier found it from the frame package and said it was the one he brought back from outside.
The blanket wrapped around Wen Yu completely isolated her from the damp and cold spring night, preventing her from feeling the slightest bit of cold.
It seems that this blanket has many other exquisite features besides the intricate and delicate floral patterns.
If he could buy it and bring it back to give to Song Linsheng, he would run to the Jiangyang government office every day, leaving early and returning late, and put the blanket on the carriage frame so that he could cover himself with it when he needed it to prevent him from catching a cold.
Cough, Wen Yu's eyelashes flickered slightly. It seemed that this was not the time to think about these things.
Seeing that the scarred man's gaze hadn't moved away even for a moment, Wen Yu couldn't sit still any longer. She lifted the blanket with both hands, folded it three or two times quickly, and asked tentatively: "Give it back... give it back to you?"
Seeing this, Shen Sheng quickly put aside the book in his hand and came over.
"Boss, I'm afraid it's cold at night..."
Before Shen Sheng could finish his words, the scarred man's words hit him like a slap in the face.
"Aren't you afraid she'll run away at night?"
He searched Wen Yu from head to toe, but could not find the rope he had tied her up with on the road.
Obviously, it was the disobedient Shen Sheng who untied her. He should have known that Shen Sheng was a stubborn person and should not have left this girl to him.
How could she be allowed to take a nap here wrapped in a blanket so freely and leisurely?
Scarface glared angrily, and the anger between his eyebrows did not seem fake.
For a moment, even Shen Sheng was stunned.
He didn't know why the head of the household, who was usually quiet and cold-faced but warm-hearted, suddenly got so angry. He also couldn't figure out who Madam Wen was that made the head of the household behave so... strangely...
"Zhao...Brother Zhao..."
Shen Sheng seemed to be frightened by this style. He spoke incoherently but didn't know what to say. He just called out hesitantly.
That "Brother Zhao" responded and finally moved his gaze away from Wen Yu and looked at Shen Sheng on the side.
Seeing his actions, Wen Yu was convinced that the "Brother Zhao" Shen Sheng mentioned was the man with a scar in front of him.
It turns out that his last name is Zhao?
"Me! What can I say to you!" Brother Zhao seemed to be furious. He was puffing his beard and glaring while speaking, and his face was full of frowns, not as gloomy as before.
But the slightest movement of his face made the scar look even more hideous and terrifying, and it might be able to stop a child from crying at night.
He walked towards Shen Sheng in three or two steps. As he moved, the sword at his waist collided, making a crisp sound.
"Don't touch him!" Wen Yu cried out. She couldn't figure out this man's temperament and was afraid that Shen Sheng would anger him and cause more trouble. "If you don't like it, then just tie me up again!"
Brother Zhao paused when he heard this, turned around and looked at Wen Yu in confusion, then sneered indifferently.
"You are a righteous girl."
He walked up to Shen Sheng, bent down, and grabbed something behind him, but he picked up a circle of rope, which was the same one that Shen Sheng had untied for Wen Yu before.
It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Wen Yu saw him take the rope and turned around and walked towards her.
Yes, why did she think that this man was going to do something bad to Shen Sheng? No matter what, Shen Sheng was still his subordinate and was in the same group with them.
Here, the only real outsider is Wen Yu.
She does worry.
Somehow, Wen Yu felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart. It was she who had him kidnapped, and it was her magic power that was blocked, so why was she worried about Shen Sheng?
So what if he... reads? Who says all the bandits in the world are illiterate? Since Shen Sheng is in league with the bandits... then...
Wen Yu was a little shaken. She turned her face away, unwilling to think about it anymore.
"Brother Zhao" walked closer and closer. He looked at Wen Yu's expression coldly and found it very interesting.
"What? You, girl, first you risked your life to save the prefect, and now you want to step forward and sacrifice yourself for others?"
He couldn't stop shaking his head, as if mocking Wen Yu's naivety.
Wen Yu stiffened her neck and refused to speak. She didn't want to waste time arguing with him.
That "Brother Zhao" was not angry either. He had not intended to really say anything to Wen Yu, he was just joking.
Without waiting for Wen Yu to say anything, he deftly folded Wen Yu's hands in front of him and tied them up with the rope, still using the "Bull Knot" that Shen Sheng had mentioned before.
Following his movements, the blanket that Wen Yu was holding in her hand also slipped to the ground and scattered on the grass and wood debris beside her.
Wen Yu tilted his head to take a look, feeling a little regretful, and then quickly looked away.
She was not such a spineless person. It was just a blanket. Song Linsheng had plenty of them in his house, so she didn't need a few more.
It’s just a spring night, so it doesn’t matter if you don’t cover yourself with a blanket.
When she was still a paulownia tree in the Wutong Ancestral Temple, she had experienced all kinds of weather, including summer heat, winter cold, spring coolness and autumn frost.
Soon, that "Brother Zhao" tied the rope tightly. He patted the rope scraps between his hands, stood up, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.
His eyes swept over the gold-woven and carved velvet carpet on the ground. There were some wood chips clinging to it, but it could not hide its brilliance. Under the reflection of the moonlight, it seemed as if there were streams of light swaying in it, adding a bit of exotic color.
He bent down to pick up the blanket, his face straight, stretching the scar long.
"Since you've used it, keep using it." He said in a vicious tone, and then directed to Shen Sheng, "If you untie her rope again, I will use it to tie you up!"
Then he casually threw the blanket on Wen Yu, and left with the sword at his waist. As he took deep and shallow steps, the sound of the scabbards hitting each other drifted all over the ground.
Wen Yu looked at his receding figure, then lowered her eyes to glance at the carpet in front of her. The faint luster flickered, covering the rope around her wrist.
It's really... inexplicable...
Shen Sheng, who was standing by, finally reacted and hurriedly shouted, "Thank you, Brother Zhao," and then quickly surrounded Wen Yu.
"Are you okay, Madam Wen?"
His eyes were anxious and his tone was hurried, and he seemed to feel very sorry. His hands were raised uncontrollably, as if he was going to reach out and untie the restraints on Wen Yu's hands the next moment.
Wen Yu bent her head and moved her arms, and the blanket covering her slid down, revealing a new pair of "bracelets" on her hands.
"No, didn't you hear what he said?"
If it is untied again, the rope will be in Shen Sheng's hands next time.
"Brother Zhao is not like this usually!" Shen Sheng said in a panic, seeming eager to explain something.
Really? Then what kind of person is Brother Zhao usually?
Wen Yu raised his head and looked in the direction he had just gone, but the place was empty, as if no one had ever walked there.
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