"Well, thank you for your hard work, my dear wife!"
Zhang Han walked out, rubbed his red eyes, and said with emotion.
He was only in his twenties, wearing a Confucian scholar's shirt, but not a scholar in Tsing Yi. He obviously had no fame, his face was thin, and his life was very poor.
At this time, when he saw the eggs in his bowl and the clear soup of his wife across from him, his chest suddenly felt heavy: "Mei'er, you have been married to me for three years, but you have to work every day and never have a good day. It's really It’s so hard on you…”
Immediately, I took the chopsticks and wanted to poke the eggs, but my wife stopped me with a gentle smile: "My eyebrows are not bitter. Besides, my husband's study is the first priority!"
"One for me is enough, you eat more!"
Zhang Han persisted, not because he didn't want to give both of them, but because he knew that his wife would definitely not accept it.
At this time, he gave one and ate his own portion under the watchful eyes of his wife. She finally laughed and began to eat the eggs, seeming to be a little secretly happy.
Maybe, in her heart, this is happiness
Just at this scene, the corners of Zhang Han's eyes suddenly turned sour and he almost shed tears.
After breakfast, Mei'er began to clear away the dishes, but Zhang Han rested his chin on his hand, his eyes a little blurry.
Well, my name is Zhang Han, courtesy name Zixiu, from Yishan. My family has ten acres of thin farmland, several farmhouses, and a wife.
When I was a child, my family was well off, so I hired a master to teach me, and I finally started studying. However, later on, my brothers fought over property and divided the family, leaving me alone. With only this remaining, I still couldn't become a scholar in my studies, and I became a famous scholar from all over the country. What a joke, life is gradually returning to poverty.
"Mei'er, don't worry, I will definitely pass the exam and let you live a good life!"
Zhang Han said, clenching his fists, seemingly determined.
"Yes! I'm just waiting to enjoy my happiness!"
The beloved wife who was busy turned around and smiled gently, her brows filled with tenderness and encouragement.
The status of scholars in ancient times was extraordinary. It can be seen that officials did not kneel down and were exempted from corvee labor. The government would even reward some fields. If they excelled in the county school examination and became a gifted student, they would be given a certain amount of money and food every month. It is not easy to be rich and noble, but it is very easy to have a well-off family.
Of course, Zhang Han was a bit of a nerd, and he was a master of reading and failed repeatedly.
Today, Zhang Han felt a little different. Seeing his beloved wife busy going to the fields, he immediately walked over and said, "Let me help you!"
"No, husband, you are a scholar, how can you do such menial work?"
Mei'er was very resistant and said with some fear.
"Then I'll accompany you all the way!"
Zhang Han was forced to do nothing and could only speak.
The couple were walking on the ridges of the fields. The chill was getting worse at this time. Dewdrops hung on the leaves and grass next to them, and some even had a slight frost on them.
Zhang Han casually broke off a branch and waved it a few times. There was no pattern, but there was a faint whistling in the void, as if he had always known it.
"Husband, the autumn dew is very cold, it's better to go back early!"
Eyebrow holding the basket hoe, he said with some worry: "You have never been in good health..."
It is true that Zhang Han has been weak and sick since he was a child. Although he didn't have many thick clothes at this time, he didn't feel much chill. He smiled and held Mei'er's hand: "Don't worry, my husband is in good health!"
Although it was just an ordinary act of intimacy, Meier's face was covered with red clouds, all the way to her ears: "No... no, it would be bad if someone sees me!"
Well, ancient ethics were strict. Even if a couple was married by a matchmaker, if they did this in public, rumors would still spread, and this was enough to kill someone!
Zhang Han is a scholar, so he naturally understands this truth, but he does not let go: "Look around here, is there anyone there?"
The young couple were talking and laughing, coming from the fields at home.
Meier went to the fields to farm, and Zhang Han asked for help several times, but was resolutely rejected. Then he sat on a wooden stake at the edge of the field, opened the book he had brought with him, and read.
As the sun gets higher, drops of sweat appear on Meier's face and hands and fall into the soil.
"Who would have thought that eating a plate of Chinese food requires hard work..."
Zhang Han shook his head, put down the book, and poured another bowl of tea for his beloved wife: "Take a rest, eyebrow, I will do it for you!"
"No! It'll be fine soon!"
Although she said this, Mei'er also smiled, put down what she was doing, and took the tea bowl.
Just as he was about to say something personal, the silence was suddenly broken by the shrill sound of horse hooves.
Tap! Tap!
In the distance, at the end where the land meets the sky, a few black spots appeared, getting bigger and bigger. When the farmers and women nearby saw them, they were all like geese, frozen in place.
Suddenly, a scream suddenly sounded: "The horse bandits are coming, run!"
An old farmer shouted. He had just taken two steps when he was caught up by the knight behind him. With a flash of sword, a head flew up and blood spurted out. He still ran forward for a few steps before he fell. Down.
"father!"
A strong man screamed and stepped forward with a hoe: "Damn it! I will fight with you!"
call out!
It's just that he is an ordinary farmer after all, and his physical strength, skills, and weapons are far different from the horse bandits. Amidst the laughter, he saw a horse running past, and the long knife split the hoe without any hindrance, directly cutting him in two. Cut, a large amount of blood and internal organs flowed across the body, and the scene was horrific.
"Run!"
When other farmers and women saw this scene, they finally came to their senses and ran towards the village desperately.
"Ha ha… "
The horse bandits laughed and drove away the farmers, occasionally rising up and killing a few in the back, looking leisurely.
Even if there are hundreds of people in the whole village and they only have a few riders, the gap in strength cannot be made up by the number of people, let alone creating chaos and preventing the strong men from gathering.
"Walk!"
Zhang Han held Mei Niang's hand and felt it was cold. He didn't care at all and ran all the way.
However, the two of them, one a scholar and the other a woman, were not very fast and fell behind immediately, attracting the attention of the horse bandits.
"Huh? Is that a nice woman?"
When a horse bandit saw Mei'er, his eyes lit up and he immediately drove his horse forward: "Haha... Scholar, just give your wife to me!"
"Husband! Leave quickly! Leave me alone!"
At this time, Mei'er showed a determined look on her face and pushed Zhang Han away.
"No!"
Zhang Han gritted his teeth: "We don't want to live together, but we want to die together!"
"Tch, what a pair of desperate mandarin ducks, it's a pity that I can't help you!"
The horse bandit laughed loudly and chased after him. As soon as he fished it out, Mei'er was captured on the horse and immediately slashed his head with a saber.
"Husband..."
Amidst the cuckoo-like screams, Zhang Han's expression changed, his eyes were dull, but his body started to move early.
The moment the sword touched his body, he suddenly bent down to avoid the owl's catastrophe. His right hand protruded like lightning and grabbed the horse bandit's wrist. With another force, the horse bandit screamed and the handle of the knife fell directly.
laugh!
Zhang Han held the knife in one hand and with a slight stroke, a cold front like the shining moon flashed in mid-air.
A blood-red thin line appeared on the horse bandit's forehead, and he fell straight off the horse.
The snatching of the knife and the killing... happened in an instant. The horse bandit behind him still maintained his posture of cheering loudly. When he saw the horse bandit fall to the ground, everyone was stunned for a moment.
"drive!"
Zhang Han jumped on the horse, took his wife with him, and suddenly urged him.
The mount suddenly turned into a gust of black wind and rushed towards the sluggish horse bandit behind.
"kill!"
He swung out his sword, harnessing the power of horses and mastering the essence of mounted combat. Like a bolt of lightning, he immediately cut a horse bandit in half before he could react.
"ah!"
The last few horse bandits shouted and immediately stepped forward: "You dare to kill our people?"
"snort!"
Zhang Han didn't answer, but turned the reins again, and the horse galloped forward. The sword flashed like a reaper of life. In just an instant, two more people were beheaded off the horse.
"Heroes, spare their lives! Heroes, spare their lives!"
Seeing this scene, the last horse bandit was so frightened that he turned around and left.
call out!
Not long after he rode out, a black light flew out and penetrated straight into his vest. It looked like a steel knife.
The horses screamed, dropped the bodies on their backs, and ran further and further away.
"Huh... Whoever wakes up from the big dream first, I will know it all my life!"
After killing all the horse bandits, Zhang Han stopped his horse, sheathed his sword, and looked at the beauty in his arms with a slightly complicated expression.
"Husband...you..."
Mei'er, on the other hand, was so frightened by the previous incident that her face turned pale and she said in shock.
"Have you also deceived your own memory? What a waste!"
Zhang Han! No, it should be Fang Yuan at this time, with a sigh on his face, pointing at Mei'er's heart.
"you… "
Blood spilled from the corners of Mei'er's mouth, with a puzzled look on her face. She obviously still didn't believe that this was her husband's doing, and the light in her eyes gradually dimmed.
The next moment, her closed eyes opened, emitting a mysterious light: "Impossible! I have sealed it with the help of the power of exotic treasures and formations, how can you still recover your true self so quickly?"
If Fang Yuan didn't wake up, the infatuated scholar would definitely die under the sword, and Mei'er would also die for love. This memory and emotion will definitely be unforgettable.
After a few more lives like this, the true spirit of the dream master in front of me will fall here forever!
"You don't need to know this... but if you dare to sneak into my dream, are you prepared for the backlash?"
Fang Yuan smiled mysteriously, and the fire and water sword energy emitted from his left and right eyes, piercing straight into Meier's eyes: "Turn the mortal world upside down, a dream within a dream! Get up!"
A look of fear suddenly appeared on Liu Mengmei's face, and immediately she fainted, losing all breath.
"caught you!"
Fang Yuan smiled slightly, holding the body in his hands, feeling a little sad.
At this time, it was natural to know that the mutual friendship in the previous three years was just a background memory forcibly woven with the help of dreams and exotic treasures. Strictly speaking, the dream only started this morning, and Liu Mengmei would not let him take advantage of it.
But in order to arouse her emotions, she was possessed by a true spirit, and even sealed her original memory, and only appeared with her true temperament, which was considered a great investment.
"The five aggregates are all confused, life is like a dream, that's all! Mei'er... thank you!"
Fang Yuan dismounted, dug a grave, and buried Mei'er.
After doing this, his mind was like a sword, and he returned to his original appearance in an instant, and the world began to shatter.
As a dreamer, he is determined to transcend psychedelia. This dream may be a beautiful place in his memory, but it will never cause any constraints.
Entering and exiting a dream is the realization of transcendence!