reborn wife

At that time, Wen Zhiru's lower body was burning and hurting, and his mind was thinking about what Wen Yanfeng did in a fake show.

At the beginning of this scene, his father had already arranged for them, but it was still unknown how to proceed and whether it could be performed in a logical manner.

His mind was in a mess right now, but Mrs. Wen came running again.

In the past, Wen Zhiru had very little contact with outsiders because of his concealed identity, and because of the villain Qian's obstruction, his relationship with Mrs. Wen has always been relatively distant, but even so, Mrs. Never really treated his unfavored "granddaughter" harshly.

After all, Shen's status as a genuine wife is much more important in the old lady's eyes than Qian's.

Now that Wen Zhiru has changed from the third lady of the Wen family to the eldest son of the Wen family, not to mention his status, the old lady almost didn't love her.

Mingming is getting older, and he can't walk a few steps even when he gets out of bed on weekdays, but he still runs to Wen Zhiru's small courtyard to visit his precious great-grandson in this cold weather. No matter how painful and tired Wen Zhiru is, He could only obediently agree.

"Grandmother, grandson is fine, don't worry."

"Nonsense! How can it be all right? I inquired about it on the way here, and it cost thirty boards. Even the long-term workers who do rough work at home have to lie down for ten days and a half months to get up. Look at you, There is no blood on the painful face." The old lady said, her eyes were almost red.

"Grandmother, I'm really fine." Although it's past the fifteenth day, it's still in the first month of the lunar year. The big family always pays more attention to avoiding taboos. If you make your old lady cry now, it will be another headache. "Do you want your grandson to get up and run around twice for you before you believe me?" Wen Zhiru really put his hands on the edge of the bed as he said this, trying to get up.

"Oh, my little ancestor, don't worry about it any more, lie down obediently!" The old lady was shocked by Wen Zhiru's suddenness, and the tears that reached her eyes were really suppressed.

With the support of the little maid beside her, she sat beside Wen Zhiru's bed and pressed his back with one hand to keep him from moving.

Seeing that the old lady finally calmed down now, Wen Zhiru put on an obedient look, "Grandmother, don't worry, it's cold and you're wearing thick clothes, it's really not that serious."

"Hey, but he knows that you are weak and weak. You fell ill on the way to Taiyuan Mansion the year before last. When you returned to Beijing, you were almost plotted against by bandits. How can you just beat him up? If something happens to you, you don't want to die in a hurry. people!"

Wen Yanfeng is the richest man in the cabinet and the real head of the Wen family. Even the old lady has no right to ask whoever he punishes and scolds. What's more, his own father taught his son, who has never been punished a few times since he was a child.

Even if the old lady felt distressed, she just verbally complained about Wen Yanfeng, and comforted this precious grandson more.

"Don't blame dad, it's my grandson who offended dad by doing something wrong, so he deserves the beating."

"Speaking of this matter..." Mentioning the reason for Wen Zhiru's beating, Mrs. Wen's expression changed from the worry before to a very cautious expression.

Wen Yanfeng used to be strict in family management, and he was not sloppy in educating children, but usually it was just a few words of reprimand and punishment to kneel in the ancestral hall.

On the way she came to Wen Zhiru's small courtyard, it's not like she didn't hear people around her talking about her young master and the son of the virtuous king, but she still had to ask herself what the truth was.

But she looked at the servants serving in half the room around her, thinking that Wen Zhiru is now a serious young master in the mansion, even if everyone is sent out now, it's hard to guarantee that Qian Shi will still have her few This daughter will not come here to inquire about news by visiting a doctor...

If the time comes and you hear something you shouldn't hear—

The old lady thought over and over again, but in the end she still didn't ask.

Wen Zhiru is not a character who likes to deliberately conceal anything, besides, the matter between him and Jin Yihui is just the beginning. According to his father's script, I am afraid that he wants to make a big fuss, but no matter what happens in the future No matter how troublesome, it is impossible for him to confess to the old lady at this time. If the old man gets angry, it is not a problem that he can just hit the board casually.

However, he is willing to believe that with Wen Yanfeng's comprehensive and proactive personality, there should be a way to resolve these small problems.

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In the end, the old lady stayed in Wen Zhiru's room for less than half an hour before leaving. Anyway, even if she cared about the great-grandson of this direct relative, she couldn't keep standing there and disturbing others' rest.

As soon as the old lady left, the cold wind came back immediately and continued to apply medicine to Wen Zhiru.

After all, he is a rough guy, naturally he is not as delicate and light as little girls like Fu Cui and Fu Sheng, but he has been practicing martial arts for many years, and he has seen more wounds from knives, guns and sticks, so he can deal with them more vigorously.

Before Wen Zhiru had a chance to cry out in pain, Leng Feng had already finished the work at hand, and walked out of the house with a basin and wound medicine, leaving Wen Zhiru paralyzed on the bed alone, pretending to be half dead...

However, after tossing and tossing for a long time, Wen Zhiru has almost exhausted both energy and physical strength.

He didn't even have the energy to eat the dinner served by Fu Cui, he moaned and complained on the bed, and fell asleep in a daze after not long.

It's just that he didn't sleep well this time.

Firstly, he had something on his mind, and secondly, the wound on his body was really uncomfortable, and after applying the medicine, the wound was hot, painful and itchy. He didn't sleep for long, when he was woken up by some abnormal movements in his ears.

At that time, it was completely dark, and there was a not-so-bright candle burning beside the bed.

The light of the fire was dim, and Wen Zhiru saw a familiar face in a trance...

At first he thought he was dreaming, after all, he thought about it every day and dreamed at night.

But when I think that I am so interested in a certain person now, I haven't seen him for a few hours, and I meet him in a dream, it's inexplicable and a little uncomfortable.

But when he was more awake, he immediately felt something was wrong.

If it was a dream, then why did the wound on his body hurt so clearly, and there was someone's clear breathing next to his ear.

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Jin Yihui actually didn't leave Wen's house too far that day. At first, he was panicked when he saw Wen Zhiru being punished, so that he didn't immediately understand Wen Shoufu's good intentions.

But after he was invited out by the servants of the Wen family, he gradually calmed down.

He knew that Wen Yanfeng was just giving them a head start on this matter, how to proceed next, and whether they could successfully reach the end, all depended on whether the two of them would be able to burn their boats and put their lives to death.

He also knew that the imperial court was involved behind this matter, and Prince Rui and the Queen Mother were involved. It was no longer that he and Wen Zhiru, two young people, could simply be the masters and control the situation, even adding Wen Yanfeng to the cabinet. The richest man is not enough.

Instead of worrying about Wen Zhiru's injury here, the most important thing he should do at this moment is actually go back to Prince Xian's Mansion and explain everything to Lord Xian Qingyue clearly. If he is lucky enough to get the approval of Prince Xian, he With the support of Wen Yanfeng and Wen Yanfeng, the two great ministers of the Jin Dynasty, the road ahead will naturally be much smoother.

But reason is one thing, and emotion is another. I can't see Wen Zhiru again with my own eyes to confirm that he is fine, but he can't move forward no matter what.

He has been wandering around the Wen Mansion for a long time, finally waited until it was dark, and then he dared to climb over the wall and sneak into the mansion.

Fortunately, everyone around Wen Zhiru also recognized his elder son, so even if they noticed something, they should just turn their eyes and close their eyes.

It's just that when Jin Yihui sneaked in, Wen Zhiru had already applied medicine and fell asleep. He felt sorry for Wen Zhiru who had just been injured, so he didn't dare to wake him up, so he just sat quietly by the bed. Unexpectedly, he fell asleep leaning against the edge of the bed in a daze.

But in this position, he was still a light sleeper, and Wen Zhiru woke up with a slight movement on the bed.

"You... why are you here at this time?"

Wen Zhiru sleeps a little drowsily, and actually doesn't know what time it is, but knows through the window that it's pitch black outside.

"You've been beaten, so I'm naturally worried. Let's see how I can be relieved." Since the relationship between the two of them has been discussed, Jin Yihui will not be stingy with these words of concern for him.

It's just that Wen Zhiru has a thin skin and always feels a little tired and crooked, and has never been used to it. Now when he talks about his injury and thinks of his injured part, he suddenly feels a little embarrassed, "I... actually... no serious."

"I have to take a few breaths even to say these words, so I'd better stop talking." On the way they went to Taiyuan Mansion to run an errand, Wen Zhiru was accidentally pricked by a poisonous needle, and the wound happened to be on his buttocks. At that time, he was also recuperating on the bed, and this posture must have been very uncomfortable after a long time.

With previous experience, Jin Yihui is naturally more considerate in taking care of his beloved. He doesn't know where to find some soft pillows, and surrounds the bed inside and outside, so that Wen Zhi If you want to change your posture even if you are tired, you will not accidentally touch the wound.

Wen Zhiru didn't know if it was because his sweetheart was by his side, or if the high-grade golden sore medicine his father brought was really effective, and the wound that was painful enough has gradually subsided now. It also eased his tense face.

After taking a few sips of warm tea to moisten his throat, Wen Zhiru still talked to Jin Yihui about the most important issue: "This matter...you should understand what my father means, right?"