Yan Qing initially only wanted to know the secret of the Four Hundred and Eighty Temple, but now, he is more curious about another thing—what is Wei Sheng Zhuang looking for
Wei Sheng traveled all over the world, from deep mountains to dense forests, from ancient tombs to the ocean, as if she was carrying a mission to find something. But she was too young, so this mission seemed like a game.
"Why are you here now?"
Lan Xize had long seen through her identity as a member of the Weisheng family, but he was good at disguising himself, with a face full of shyness and curiosity. He was like a young boy who had just begun to fall in love, falling in love at first sight with the noble girl who had saved him.
Wei Sheng Zhuang was playing with a branch in his hand and turned his head: "Hmm? Are you asking me?"
"Yes." Lan Xize's face turned a little redder, and he asked nervously: "Also, can you tell me your name?"
Wei Sheng Zhuang didn't notice his "young heartbeat" at all. He waved the branch in his hand and said lightly and quickly: "My name is Wei Sheng Zhuang, and I'm a treasure hunter."
Lan Xize was almost upset by her bluntness, and it took him a lot of effort to smile again, but he still smiled and said, "So you are from the Weisheng family, no wonder you are so good-looking."
Wei Sheng Zhuang: "Oh, thank you."
Lan Xize stared at her and asked, "Are you here to go into the temple to look for treasure?"
Wei Sheng looked at the temple in front of him and nodded: "Yes."
Lan Xize's gaze seemed to have temperature, and he smiled hotly: "I am from Southern Xinjiang. I can help you enter the temple, but can you take me with you? I want to follow you."
Wei Sheng Zhuang was just worried about not being able to find the way, and looked up happily: "Really?"
Lan Xize raised the corner of his lips: "Really."
Wei Shengzhuang believed it, and then she was cheated.
When they first met, Lan Xize thought Wei Sheng Zhuang was a fool. He had no patience for fools, so he didn't pretend for long. After using Wei Sheng Zhuang's identity to break the formation of the Sheng Sheng Temple, he tore off his disguise and pinched Wei Sheng Zhuang's neck with his cold fingers, trying to kill her.
Lan Xize whispered in her ear, laughing maliciously: "So you are from the Weisheng family, no wonder you are so stupid."
However, the main reason why Wei Sheng Zhuang dared to trust Lan Xize at that time was that he did not take Lan Xize, a little waste in the Qi Refining Stage, seriously at all.
The result is that both of them look down on each other.
Wei Sheng Zhuang kicked Lan Xize into a den of poisonous snakes, and Lan Xize pushed her into a pool of blood.
The blood pool was filled with a fishy and weird smell.
As soon as Wei Shengzhuang entered the pool, she felt like she was being suffocated. Fortunately, she knew how to swim, and she managed to stumble to the edge of the pool by holding her breath. She was so angry that she wanted to smash Lan Xize's face with a stone.
"White eyes? Wolf."
Yan Qing was actually a little surprised to see this scene. He thought Lan Xize's disguise would last for a long time, but he didn't expect that the two would reveal their true colors as soon as they met. After such an encounter, Wei Sheng was willing to marry him after putting on makeup? It was really strange.
Although Wei Sheng Zhuang hated the white-eyed wolf, she was a treasure hunter, so she quickly calmed down and carefully observed the environment around her. She walked forward, and when she saw the truth that men and women in the Hall of Rebirth were having sex like animals, the girl was stunned, clenched her fists, and was surprisingly angry.
At this time, in addition to treasure hunting, Wei Sheng Zhuang had a second thing in mind.
She wanted to investigate this place thoroughly and then go back and tell her father.
However, Wei Shengzhuang, who was full of justice, soon encountered the second Waterloo in her life.
… She was caught.
She was arrested together with Lan Xize.
The one who managed the Wangsheng Temple was a gray-haired old woman. She looked at the two intruders from head to toe with a malicious look in her eyes. "Did you come in by yourself?"
Wei Sheng Zhuang bit her lower lip. She couldn't reveal her identity. This group of people were lurking in Canghai Realm to do such things. If they knew that she was from Wei Sheng's family, they would definitely kill her to silence her.
But there was a white eye next to her? The wolf pushed her into the fire pit with his own hands.
Lan Xize sneered in the darkness and said viciously, "Do you know who she is?"
Before Wei Shengzhuang could react, Lan Xize had already pounced on her, pulled her into his arms, and secretly pressed a cold knife against her waist. Her face was like a bloodthirsty flower born in the darkness.
"Her name is Weisheng Zhuang. If you dare to touch her today, I will dig the ground three feet deep to tear you into pieces."
“…” At this moment, Weisheng Zhuang really wanted to kill this bitch.
Lan Xize was about to say something, but Weisheng Zhuang, regardless of her status, turned around and held onto his waist, sobbing in his arms, "Wuwuwu, brother Niu, this old woman is so scary, I want to go back to the village."
Lan Xize's body stiffened.
The old woman laughed out loud when she saw this. She stared at the slave mark on Lan Xize's face for a long time and said in a strange tone: "I was wondering, how could a young lady from the Weisheng clan appear in a place like this and be involved with a lowly slave like you."
"What are you afraid of, little kid? I won't eat you. Outsiders are most welcome here, especially young couples like you."
The old woman's smile became more and more weird.
In a blink of an eye, the old woman waved her hand and locked Wei Shengzhuang and Lan Xize in a dark room. When locking the room, the old woman said slowly: "When you get pregnant, I will let you out."
Wei Sheng? Zhuang: “…”
Lan Xi Ze: “…”
In the dark dungeon, Wei Sheng Zhuang and Lan Xi Ze looked at each other in bewilderment. In a place where no one could see, Yan Qing and De Bu Zhi looked at each other silently.
Yan Qing was in a state of shock. What the hell? He didn't want to witness the birth of Xie Shiyi at all. He didn't have such a perverted interest.
Dezhi was equally shocked and angry: "I told this girl to stay away from here. This guy doesn't look like a good guy at first glance."
Lan Xize watched the old woman leave with gloomy eyes, then stared coldly at Wei Shengzhuang and raised his hands to start taking off his clothes.
Wei Shengzhuang was still looking around the cell, and turned around, confused by his actions: "What are you going to do?"
Lan Xize looked at her like she was an idiot and said indifferently, "Didn't you hear what that old woman said?"
Wei Sheng Zhuang was stunned, and his voice rose several notes: "You want to give birth to a child for me?"
Lan Xi Ze: “…”
Lan Xize sneered, naked, and pushed Wei Sheng into a corner, saying viciously, "Yeah. Are you going to give birth or not?"
Wei Sheng Zhuang: "Get lost!"
Lan Xize's eyes were fierce, but his cultivation was low and he was far away from the dense forest, so he could not gain the upper hand in a fight with Wei Sheng Zhuang.
In the end, both of them were injured.
Lan Xize touched the bloodstain on his face from where she grabbed him, tilted his head and vomited, then said with disgust: "You swam in the cesspool? It stinks."
Wei Sheng? Zhuang didn't expect that he would have the nerve to bring up this matter: "Don't you know who gave you this? Roll your eyes? Wolf!"
Lan Xize sneered.
He has always been a person who tries to find another way if one way doesn't work. Seeing that Weisheng Zhuang was not cooperating, he frowned and began to think of other ways to get out.
Two people, one sitting in the east of the dungeon, the other sitting in the west, as if separated by a river of Chu and Han. Anyway, no one wanted to pay attention to each other.
Lan Xize's behavior was strange and he would do anything to get out of this situation. When he couldn't find a way out, he simply started to seduce Wei Sheng with sex. People in Southern Xinjiang were good at seducing people, and he was the best among them, but he usually disdained this technique.
Then, the conceited young man made a mistake, and was greeted by the second roll of Wei Shengzhuang.
Lan Xi Ze: “…”
Lan Xize uttered two words from between his teeth: "Weisheng Zhuang, do you really want to die here?!"
Wei Sheng Zhuang had never seen anyone more perverted than Lan Xize in his life, and he was so angry that he was incoherent.
Wei Shengzhuang: "Go away, if you weren't here to bother me, I would have found a way out long ago."
Lan Xize was slightly stunned, his pupils narrowed: "Well, have you found a way?"
"nonsense."
Wei Sheng looked at him and raised her hand. She shook the gold bracelet on her fair wrist, and the leaf-shaped keys hanging on it jingled instantly.
"I told you, I'm a treasure hunter."
There is no door that a treasure hunter cannot open.
But she couldn't get out by herself, the situation was urgent, and they had to cooperate. After leaving the dungeon, holding the candle, and walking towards the bottom of the temple with Lan Xize, Wei Shengzhuang reacted: "Lan Xize, the leaf song I heard in the dense forest was played by you. What on earth do you want to do by coming in?"
Lan Xi Ze said simply: "Arson and murder."
Wei Sheng Zhuang: "Do you want to set fire to this place?"
Lan Xize pursed his lips into a line, twisting his face sinisterly: "No, I want to set fire to Canghai Realm and make sure that all the people in Weisheng Family die without a burial place."
Wei Sheng Zhuang didn't feel offended at all, and encouraged him, "Oh, that might be a little difficult for you now, after all, you can't even beat me."
Lan Xize was so angry that he laughed. He rolled his eyes and ignored her.
Half a month in the dungeon was enough for them to get to know each other thoroughly. Wei Sheng Zhuang was not familiar with the dense forests of southern Xinjiang and needed to rely on Lan Xi Ze to lead the way and repel insects.
They have a common goal and can only put aside their past grudges temporarily.
Lan Xize asked her: "Are you really here to hunt for treasure?"
Wei Sheng? Zhuang: "Yes."
Lan Xize: "What are you looking for?"
Wei Sheng, who was wearing makeup and curling her hair, blinked her eyes and smiled meaningfully: "I want to find a black tripod."
Lan Xize: "Black tripod?"
Wei Sheng? Zhuang: "Yeah."
Lan Xize: "What's the use of the tripod?"
Wei Sheng Zhuang said: "Beautiful treasures don't need to be useful, they just need to look good."
Lan Xize pulled his lower lip silently, his red vertical pupils full of indifference.
The following story is like an adventure for a young boy and girl, full of dangers but interesting and exciting. Wei Shengzhuang is born to be an adventurer. She is proficient in mechanisms, terrain, and feng shui. She is bold and careful. Lan Xize's ruthlessness completely fills her childish and innocent side.
The two of them worked together and reached the deepest part of the Wangsheng Temple.
Here, there is a forest full of eye-bright pearls. Wei Shengzhuang lost her night-shining pearl and was a little afraid to go in.
"Lan Xize, do you want to go explore the way first?"
Lan Xize was often tricked by her various "weird ideas" on the way of working with her, and he said cautiously: "Why don't you go - Weisheng? Are you trying to harm me again?"
Wei Sheng said, "My night-light pearl is lost. I was in the dark and my judgment was wrong!"
Lan Xize glanced at her, said "oh" indifferently, picked up a leaf and blew it in the Wanzhutong Forest.
In an instant, the tiny fireflies merged into a bright sea of light, guiding them forward like a dream.
“Wow, this is possible!”
Wei Shengzhuang curiously reached out and caught a firefly, raised her head, the red bean beads on her hair sparkled, and her eyes were as bright as jewels.
Yan Qing watched everything.
In the City Lord's Mansion of Zhancheng, he and Xie Shiyi both reached the Spirit Transformation Stage before going to investigate. Everything they encountered along the way was not dangerous to them, and they treated it half-playfully and half-seriously.
But Wei Sheng Zhuang and Lan Xize were not like that. They were too young and too weak. They stumbled as they walked through the Wanzhu Tonglin.
Five hundred years ago, the research on nightmares by the micro-scientists was not as in-depth as in later generations. It was very primitive and also very cruel. When women in southern Xinjiang became pregnant, they would directly cut open the belly of the pregnant woman to take out the "nightmare" as a tonic, and make it into fine wine to send to the host family.
Hiding behind a boulder and witnessing a bloody massacre with his own eyes, Lan Xize's face was distorted and his teeth were trembling. Wei Shengzhuang's face was also pale. Knowing that it was one of his tribesmen, he quietly reached out to cover his eyes and whispered in his ear: "Don't be impulsive."
Lan Xize's pupils were blood red. He would not cry, so all his pain would only turn into a desire to kill. In the darkness, he smiled tremblingly, then gathered all his strength and bit Wei Shengzhuang's wrist.
The bite caused her teeth to break the skin and pierce the flesh, causing her to burst into tears due to the pain.
She was just about to scold this madman when suddenly the stone door opened and someone walked out from the forbidden area.
The moment he saw that person, Weisheng's light-colored pupils widened and his whole body stiffened.
—The patriarch of the Weisheng clan, Weisheng Yu.
Lan Xize smiled strangely. He licked the blood on his lips, and said with his snake eyes strangely and charmingly, "Surprise, Weisheng? Makeup?"
Yan Qing followed Wei Sheng's memories of makeup and came here, and countless doubts arose in her mind. The only conclusion she came to was that Wei Sheng and his family were seeking their own death.
Five hundred years later, the 480-story temple had strict procedures, and there was a set of strict and orderly steps for taking the evil spirits from the bodies of women, from the clan house to the purifying bottle to the holy lake for removing evil spirits. But five hundred years ago, the Weisheng family directly cut open the abdomen with blood and took out the evil spirits, and did nothing else, just swallowed them directly as tonics.
Wei Sheng Yu soon discovered them. He severely injured Lan Xize and slapped Wei Sheng Zhuang in the face, asking coldly, "Who allowed you to come here?"
Weisheng Zhuang has been an outlier in the tribe since he was young and is not liked by the tribe leader.
She covered her face, raised her head, gritted her teeth and said, "Weisheng Yu, you will be punished by God sooner or later for taking human life so lightly!"
Wei Sheng Yu laughed in anger and slapped her in the face again: "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk nonsense in front of me. Wei Sheng Yu, you are entangled with a lowly slave, which is simply shameful. If it weren't for your father's face, I would kill you now!"
He looked up and ordered his men to throw the severely injured Lan Xize into the snake cave to kill him.
Afterwards, he ordered Weisheng Zhuang to be imprisoned and wait for her father to come and take her away.
Wei Shengzhuang clenched his teeth, raised his head, and flames flashed in his eyes like blazing knives.
"Wei Sheng Yu, you will regret it."
Wei Sheng Yu did not take the young boy's words seriously. He just turned around and deliberately ran over Lan Xize's fingers with his foot.
Wei Sheng Zhuang heard the sound of bones breaking and turned around, only to see Lan Xize's eyes were red and his teeth were clenched. That look seemed to want to carve hatred into nine reincarnations.
Wei Sheng Zhuang's heart trembled violently when she was imprisoned.
A young girl's voice sounded in the secret room, soft and gentle. Standing behind the stone door, she called softly, "Father." Wei Sheng Yu saw his daughter in pink and smiled with satisfaction, "Ayan."
Weisheng Nianyan is also in the Wangsheng Temple now
Yan Qing's gaze fell on Weisheng Nianyan. What was written in the book was true.
Weisheng Nianyan does look very similar to Weisheng Nianyan, but their temperaments are completely opposite.
Weisheng Nianyan meets all the standards of aristocratic families, noble, cold, and always proud. Just as the book says, she is aloof and stubborn, and would rather break than bend. And Weisheng Zhuang is just like what she defines herself as, a treasure hunter, free from all worldly labels, with only shining treasures in her eyes.
Yan Qing followed the mother-in-law to the dungeon and watched her grimacing and covering her face, groping around on the wall. The girl's face was delicate and rosy, and her eyes were very bright.
Yan Qing heard her mumbling as if to herself.
"Of course I'm going to destroy this place—"
"Wei Sheng Yu, this madman, has committed such a serious sin. Does he want everyone to bear the responsibility for him?"
"I have to destroy this place!"
Yan Qing was feeling frustrated and had a ridiculous feeling. Although Wei Sheng Zhuang was his mother-in-law, she was only a girl in the Nascent Soul stage. Yan Qing found these bold words funny.
But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because the slight makeup... really ruined the place.
There was no memory left in the middle. By the time Yan Qing reacted, the overwhelming fire had already swept the entire Wangsheng Temple. Wei Shengzhuang had already pressed a huge rock with her fingers and walked out of the smoke and dust ruins. The girl moved briskly, her two long braids flying in the air, and the red beans at the end reflected red light.
"Perfect."
Wei Sheng clapped her hands and stomped over the gravel, no longer wanting to look for treasure here. But before she left, she thought of another person, the boy who had his hand broken and thrown into the snake cave.
Weisheng Zhuang bit her nails, which was what she usually did when she was thinking. After thinking for a while, she turned back.
When Lan Xize was found in the snake cave, the boy was already unconscious. Wei Shengzhuang helped him up and found that Lan Xize's body temperature was also the same as that of a snake. She lowered her head to look at his pale face and poked it with her hand.
The weak Lan Xize lacked that aggressive and murderous intent, and looked like just a pretty and clean boy.
"Just think of it as the Weisheng clan owes you."
She supported him as they walked out step by step in the smoke and dim light.
Setting fire to this place seemed to have cost Wei Sheng a lot of money. But she was fearless and used to pain, so she didn't find it hard to endure.
On the contrary, she was in the mood to hum a song.
Lan Xize's fingers tightly grasped her arm, so tightly that it seemed that he could squeeze out blood. In his dream, he said in pain and despair: "No! Don't take them away!"
Weisheng Zhuang was stunned and thought: Weisheng Yu, how many sins have you committed, you beast
She lowered her head, lowered her voice, and said softly, "Don't worry, I only destroyed this place and didn't hurt them. This fire can suppress the spiritual power of the monks, and they will definitely be able to escape."
Lan Xize was still trembling, holding her tightly. The tearless boy could not express his love or hate, only his trembling sobs revealed his fear.
Weisheng Zhuang was frightened by his appearance and sighed.
By this time she had brought him to the Ten Thousand Pearls Forest.
Wei Sheng Zhuang supported Lan Xize with one hand and broke off a leaf with the other.
The girl raised her head and frowned, thinking seriously for a moment, then picked up a leaf and started blowing it.
In the blink of an eye, sparks lit up.
The corners of Wei Sheng’s lips curled up proudly.
There's no door she can't open, and nothing she can't learn - this is Treasure Hunter!
She blew fireflies all over the sky, like glowing treasures.
And as she sang intermittently, Lan Xize also calmed down strangely.
They walked out of the Wanzhu Tonglin, out of the Wangsheng Temple, and back to the dense forests of southern Xinjiang. Weisheng Zhuang put him down where she first found him. The yellowed leaves were piled up in a layer. Weisheng Zhuang squatted down, her light-colored pupils stained with a smile. She leaned over to Lan Xize's ear and said goodbye in a light tone.
"I'll help you here. Goodbye, little white-eyed wolf."
She saved him and healed his wounds, but she had no intention of watching him wake up. For Wei Sheng Zhuang, this was just a chance encounter. She still had a lot to do. She had to tell her father about this, and she had to continue her adventure. A vast number of fireflies were circling around. Wei Sheng Zhuang threw away the leaf in her hand, just as she came in with curiosity while biting the candied haws, and now she was walking out alone.
But in a place that Wei Sheng couldn't see, another person stumbled here along the trail of fireflies. She was wearing a white dress and looked flustered. Wei Sheng Nianyan. Her arrogance and nobility were due to the protection of her family. Now the fire made everyone lose their minds. She got lost in the chaos. While running, she was tripped by vines and fell to the ground. Her delicate arms were scratched by the vines. All of a sudden, all kinds of grievances surged in her heart, and she cried with red eyes.
Crying helplessly in my heart.
Who will save her.
She was so scared that anyone could save her.
The fire burned down the Wangsheng Temple and the lingering mist and rain above the dense forests in southern Xinjiang. Yan Qing looked up at the fire in the Wangsheng Temple, his eyes becoming increasingly darker.
"Buzhi, do you know where this fire came from?"
Dezhi: "I don't know, but the fire should have been started by that girl... Anyway, the feeling inside is familiar, just as familiar as the feeling she gives me."
Yan Qing seemed to be thinking about something, and muttered to himself: "Wei Sheng? Zhuang is looking for a black tripod."
Buzhi suddenly got goosebumps all over his body: "Fuck, why are you looking at me?"
Yan Qing said nothing more, shook his head, and also felt that it was a bit ridiculous.
Yan Qing's attention was all on Wei Sheng Zhuang, so she didn't even look at how Wei Sheng Nian Yan met and fell in love with Lan Xize, and began their life of ill-fated relationship.
He just followed his mother-in-law and watched her return to the family in a hurry on the blue bird.
The soul that Wei Shengzhuang attached to the Bi Xi Pearl was broken, so his memory was also broken.
Yan Qing thought that in the years to come, she would continue to be so carefree and happy. But she didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, it was a huge snowfall in Canghai Realm.
When Yan Qing saw Wei Sheng’s makeup again, she was completely stunned.
Weisheng's makeup had completely changed. She had tied her long black hair into two braids that reached her waist, but now, like all the other girls from the noble families in Weisheng's family, her black hair was tied into a gentle bun.
She was wearing a thin lotus pink gauze dress, soft and fragile. She sat by the window with her chin in her hand, looking at the vast snow outside. Her light-colored eyes did not blink as if she was waiting for someone to return.
The maid came forward and said to her, "Madam, you are weak, you should go back to your room and rest early. There are many things going on in Lingxin Palace right now, and the master of the family will probably not come back."
Wei Shengzhuang shook her head: "No, my husband told me in the letter that he would be back today, he would not lie to me."
The maid sighed and could only cover her with a fox fur coat to keep her warm.
Wei Shengzhuang held her chin up and looked out the window obediently, but she was an active person to begin with. She moved the branches of the vase, caught the snow outside the window, and played with the jade card in her hand. After she had played everything, she turned her head and asked the maid, "How long has my husband been gone this time?"
The maid said, "Madam, the master has been in Lingxin Palace for a year."
Weisheng Zhuang said, "Hmm? When was the last time he was away from home for so long?"
The maid said: "...It's a girl from the clan who has broken through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage."
Weisheng Zhuang: "Oh, yes, it was Weisheng Nianyan who broke through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage, and as her disciple, he had to help her deal with the affairs of the Spiritual Heart Palace. So why this time?"
The maid was silent for a long time, and looked at the lady's face for a long time: "Madam, the girl from the clan is sick."
Weisheng Zhuang was stunned: "Weisheng Nianyan is sick?"
The maid said, "Yeah." She looked at the lady's eyes which were as clear as water drops, and thought of the words outside. Suddenly, she felt a dense pain in her heart.
Lan Xize is a very famous genius in Zijinzhou. Although he and Weisheng Nianyan are master and apprentice, they are of similar age, talent and appearance. Many people think that there is something ambiguous between this master and apprentice. In the rumors, Weisheng Zhuang, Lan Xize's wife, is naturally compared with Weisheng Nianyan.
This comparison.
Directly buried Wei Sheng's makeup into the dust.
The maid felt bitter inside, but she had to admit that the lady was indeed not as outstanding and dazzling as Weisheng and Nianyan.
Wei Sheng Nian Yan is the clan leader, with a noble status and powerful cultivation. Although there are many male favorites in the harem, they are all infatuated with Wei Sheng Nian Yan and willing to serve her. Compared with her, the lady is too weak and too inconspicuous.
Then rumors started to spread, making irresponsible remarks about the similarity between Weisheng Zhuang and Weisheng Nianyan. They said that Lan Xize loved Weisheng Nianyan, but was restrained by the ethics of master-disciple relationship, so he married Weisheng Zhuang as a substitute to relieve his longing.
What nonsense.
Wei Shengzhuang noticed her gaze and turned his head in front of the snowy window. She had thin shoulders and black hair draped over her body. When she turned back, the corners of her lips curved into a beautiful arc.
The maid met her eyes and was stunned. She had been serving the lady for more than a hundred years, but she was still amazed by her every time.
Wei Sheng Zhuang waved his hand and said, "Just say whatever you want to say. Don't keep looking at me. There's nothing written on my face."
The maid clenched her fingers, then took a deep breath and said, "Madam, don't take those words outside to heart. In the eyes of this servant, the master loves only you the most."
The maid pursed her lips after she finished speaking, with a complicated expression.
It must be love.
Lan Xize is known to the outside world for being ruthless, bloodthirsty, cruel and inhuman.
But even such a head of the family always acts like a teenager in front of his wife.
He would never tire of bringing back all kinds of beautiful treasures for his wife from abroad.
I would pinch my nose and swallow the lotus seed porridge that my wife prepared, which was almost poisonous.
He would stay by his wife's side all night long when she was sick.
He would argue with his wife over a conflicting point of view. After being driven out of the room by his wife, he would angrily bang on the window and say, "Weisheng Zhuang, can you please be reasonable?"
She always felt that the head of the family loved his wife, but some things always made her feel conflicted.
If he loved her, how could he not sleep with his wife after being married for a hundred years? How could he allow people around him to look down on his wife? How could he allow rumors from the outside world to grow unstoppable
Wei Shengzhuang blinked and smiled, "Oh, are you talking about my husband and the girl from the clan?"
Maid: “… Yeah.”
Wei Shengzhuang nodded and said calmly, "Don't worry, my husband doesn't like girls from our clan."
The maid was surprised by her confidence and asked, "Why?"
Wei Sheng? Zhuang raised her eyebrows and said, "It's impossible anyway."
The maid was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Madam, do you like the master of the house?"
Wei Sheng Zhuang was amused by her and said in a dragging voice: "What kind of question is that? Of course I like him. If I didn't like him, why would I marry him?"
The maid bit her lip and said, "Madam, may I ask you a question... How did you and the master of the house know each other?"
Wei Sheng looked up at the snow outside, stunned for a moment, raised her hand, squinted her eyes. The bracelet on her wrist used to be strung with countless golden keys, but now it is so soft and smooth that it seems to break at the touch. It seems like a lifetime ago.
Wei Sheng said lightly, "When I first met him, he was already plotting against me. He was also a coward. Lan Xize is really not a good person, but I still fell in love with him."
When Wei Shengzhuang mentioned this, a smile appeared on her lips. She held her chin with both hands and looked at the colorful snowflakes outside. She gave an example to the maid: "Oh, I don't know if you have seen the night in southern Xinjiang. There are so many stars in the Milky Way, but you can only see the moon. Lan Xize is the moon to me, the brightest moon."
Her eyes curved, and she lowered her voice, as if she was telling Fengxue a secret: "He is the most dazzling and beautiful treasure I have ever found."
Yan Qing frowned, thinking that Wei Sheng's makeup was crazy, but he couldn't find any problem with Wei Sheng's makeup.
How could Lan Xize be a treasure? He is the most poisonous snake lurking in the dense forests of southern Xinjiang.
The wind and snow were howling, Wei Shengzhuang waited for a day and a night, but still could not wait for her husband. But perhaps she was used to such hopeless waiting, so she only smiled slightly at the maid's hesitant look of pity, although her expression was really a little disappointed.
On the third day, she finally arrived at Lanxize.
Wei Shengzhuang squatted under a plum tree and picked up a shivering rabbit. When he raised his head slightly, he was met with a pair of cold eyes.
Lan Xize, dressed in a black robe, stood in the wind and snow, looking down at her silently.
After Wei Shengzhuang was stunned for a moment, a pure and romantic smile spread across her eyes, and she said with surprise, "Husband, you're back."
Lan Xize hummed calmly. Seeing her squatting in the snow in thin clothes, he frowned almost imperceptibly.
"What are you doing here?"
Wei Sheng Zhuang raised the rabbit in his hand and said with a sly smile, "We found an unexpected visitor."
Lan Xize said, “Throw it away.”
Wei Sheng Zhuang said, "It will freeze to death."
Lan Xize said: "If you don't listen to me, it will die faster."
Weisheng Zhuang hadn't seen him for such a long time and missed him very much. He didn't want to argue with him in the snow, so he let the rabbit go obediently.
Lan Xize stretched out his hand to him and said, "Get up first."
Wei Sheng put on her makeup and smiled like a flower and took his hand.
A few plum blossoms fell on her thin shoulders and spread all over the ground.
Lan Xize's fingers were cold and trembling, and a hint of deep meaning flashed across his eyes, but was immediately hidden.
The wind blew up their black hair, just like many years ago, in the dense forest of southern Xinjiang, a darling girl who was looking for treasure met a disheveled boy, smiled and spread out her white palms, and they held on to a fate that was like a beautiful story.
Lan Xize: “Just now.”
Chuchu is Weisheng Zhuang's nickname.
"Hmm?" Weisheng put on makeup and held the rabbit in his arms. When he heard Lan Xize's voice, he looked up curiously: "What?"
Lan Xize smiled and said in an unpredictable manner, "Weisheng? Nian Yansheng? Is sick."
"Oh, I'm sick."
Lan Xize said indifferently: "Yes, she is about to die. But if Weisheng Nianyan dies, the conservatives will regain power."
Wei Sheng was holding the rabbit in her arms, her eyes clear as ever, looking at him quietly and suspiciously. She was so gentle, but he felt strangely like she was being cut by a knife, and for a moment she made him feel pain all over.
But soon Lan Xize felt that this was an illusion, and he hid all the kindness that shouldn't exist, allowing the vicious vines to occupy his heart again.
Lan Xize said: "We must save her. Chuchu, only you can save her now."