reborn wife

"Come here, drag this rebellious son out for me and beat him hard!"

When Wen Yanfeng just yelled this sentence, Wen Zhiru and Jin Yihui thought he was just a stopgap measure to play on occasion.

Put on a stern attitude of rejection, so as to block the suspicion of outsiders.

But who would have thought that when he turned around, a few servants would come outside the door, and after listening to Wen Yanfeng's order, they would immediately put Wen Zhiru out.

Long wooden benches and hemp ropes were quickly placed in the yard, and servants holding family laws stood beside them.

Jin Yihui felt that something was wrong at that time, Wen Yanfeng's posture, could it be that he wanted to make a fake show for real?

He immediately went back to Wen Yanfeng to ask for mercy, "Uncle! You can't treat Zhiru like this, he—"

But when he opened his mouth, he was already stopped by the housekeeper of the Wen residence, "My lord, this is a family matter of the Wen manor, so don't bother me to worry about it." He said, making a gesture to see off the guests, "My lord, the weather is not good. It's too early, please come back!"

"Master Wen!" Jin Yihui still didn't give up, watching Wen Yanfeng continue to plead, "You know... Mr. Wen is still young, and he was ill when he was visiting Taiyuan Mansion with his juniors a few years ago. Please raise your hand high."

Wen Yanfeng just kept a straight face, waved his sleeves, "Send off the guests!"

"Master, please!"

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At this moment, Wen Zhiru has been pressed down on the long bench by the servants, and his legs and waist are tightly bound by finger-thick hemp ropes, and he is about to be hit by the board.

Of course, he also wanted Jin Yihui to save him. Before he was reborn, he was beaten by Qian's excuse, and almost killed him. He still remembers the pain, how could he want to do it again.

But before he was scolded by Wen Yanfeng from the room, he also saw his own father's ulterior motives in his eyes, and he knew at that moment that it was a fake show.

Wen Yanfeng wanted to make the group of people outside with ulterior motives put down their guard about the matter between him and Jin Yihui, which could be resolved by more than just a superficial disagreement.

Prince Rui is not only a scheming man, but also a person who can hold his breath, stabilize the situation, and really do great things.

The former emperor and Wen Yanfeng fought openly and secretly in the court hall, but Lord Rui kept his mouth shut, almost making people ignore his ambition, so that later, after Wen Yanfeng fell from power, he directly took advantage of the fisherman's profit , Ascended the throne.

If it wasn't for their own rebirth, it would have been impossible for them to gain insight into King Rui's plot so quickly, let alone find such crucial evidence in Taiyuan Mansion.

So if they want such a person to really believe that the matter between themselves and Jin Yihui is just an emotional impulse between two young people, it will not affect his plan to usurp the throne.

It really has to be as serious as it is.

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Jin Yihui was first urged to leave Wen Yanfeng's courtyard by the housekeeper. The moment he stepped out of the courtyard, he turned his head and saw the servant holding a wooden stick as tall as a person and was about to hit Wen Zhiru. ...

Almost without thinking about anything, he rushed into the crowd to save people regardless.

But after all, this is the mansion of the chief assistant, and the son of a prince, Jin Yihui, is really going to make a move here. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the matter between him and Wen Zhiru will directly cause chaos in the city, and it will be even more difficult to deal with. up.

The butler hurriedly called someone over to try to stop Jin Yihun.

But after all, Jin Yihun had a little kung fu on him, how could the ordinary guards stop him, he broke through the encirclement and stood in front of Wen Zhiru in two or three strokes.

Wen Yanfeng yelled even more furiously: "You are a dignified son of a prince, you are so nonsense in my Wen residence, you really don't know what to do! I don't know what to do!"

After all, he can be regarded as Jin Yihui's uncle in terms of identity. Even though he has only been a civil servant in the Dajin Dynasty these years, he is no worse than this young prince's son.

Soon with his help, the guards of the Wen Mansion stopped Jin Yihui and pushed him out of the mansion.

Although Wen Zhiru still suffers from the uproar after this back and forth, a lot of discounts have been discounted both internally and externally.

Of course, the entire Wen family was almost alarmed.

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In the evening, Wen Zhiru had been sent to his small courtyard to recuperate.

Because of the cold weather in the first lunar month, Wen Zhiru was afraid of the cold, and was wearing a thick cotton padded jacket, so the injury from the plank was far less serious than when he was reborn, but it was still painful enough.

Before the charcoal fire could be lit to keep warm in the room, Wen Zhiru was already covered in cold sweat from the pain.

The maid Fu Cui has been with Wen Zhiru for the longest time, and she still has a fresh memory of the last time her master was hit by a board and almost died.

At this moment, he came in with hot water, towels, and acne medicine, his eyes were already red and swollen, as if he had been crying outside for a long time.

"Young master, this servant will serve you with the medicine." Even the voice was choked with sobs.

"No... no need." In the past, Wen Zhiru was a man disguised as a woman, and he had to find excuses to avoid such intimate things. Now that he has regained his identity, the rejection is more straightforward, "You are a girl, and you will still be in the future." I want to get married! You just go outside and ask the cold wind to come in and give me medicine."

"Young master, this servant does not marry, but only wants to serve you." The little girl cried even more fiercely as she said this, "Master, you were always bullied by the madam and the young lady in the past. This kind of thing. I can't leave you as a servant, what if you are really with the son in the future and you are bullied again in Prince Xian's mansion?"

Fu Cui's words made Wen Zhiru think of the days when he and Fu Cui depended on each other in the backyard of Prince Xian's mansion in his last life, and his heart suddenly softened, "Of course I don't want to part with you, but how can the girl's family have you?" If you don’t marry, I will find you a good family in the future, who is closer to me. If you want, you can continue to be my maid in the future.” He paused, then smiled, “However, I still count on you I can go over and be a young mistress for someone else's family, and buy a few maids to serve you!"

"Master?!" This sentence surprised Fu Cui.

A maid has always been married to a servant or a steward. At most, she can be a aunt to a rich family, which can be regarded as a blessing.

What kind of young mistress, she still has to buy a few maids to serve her, she can't even think about it.

"Master, are you calling me?"

Wen Zhiru still wanted to persuade Fu Cui, but Leng Feng, the dark guard who had been in charge of personal protection outside, had already walked in.

"Yeah." Wen Zhiru nodded, "The servants here are all little maids, it will be inconvenient for me to get hurt, you better come!"

"Yes."

A screen was erected beside the bed, and the maid Fu Cui obediently retreated out.

Leng Feng picked up the golden sore medicine that had been prepared by the side, and was about to lift the quilt off Wen Zhiru's body——

There was a sudden noise from outside the door, and before Wen Zhiru could ask what happened, the door curtain had been lifted, and Mrs. Wen walked in with the support of two young maids.

As soon as she got to the bed, she didn't ask what was going on, took out her handkerchief and began to cry: "Oh, my good grandson...how can that boy Wen Yanfeng make such a heavy hand?"

When Leng Feng heard the movement at the door, he had already jumped onto the beam to hide, and now only Wen Zhiru was left to face the crying old man.

Pity him for being injured, and he has to appease an old man.

Wen Zhiru: "..."