Concubine GL

Chapter 42 When I Can't See It?idiot, stop pretending

The road to Wangchun Mountain is quite bumpy. Fortunately, the slope is not too big. After walking up and down for half a day, you will arrive at the middle of the mountain. On the left is the main peak of the mountain range—Wangchun Peak, and on the right is the rolling hill that gradually dwindles. , Standing tall and looking at each other, they are round and pleasing like emerald green steamed buns.

The carriage stopped on a flat place, Wang Yin bent down first, got out of the carriage carefully, squinted his eyes and looked at the small village in the valley not far away, rising from the smoke, and stopped talking.

Qi Wuxue also got out of the car, stood behind Wang Yin and gently hugged her waist, leaned her chin on her shoulder, and said coquettishly in a low voice: "When you're at your place, treat me well."

Wang Yin smiled silently, turned his head, and touched the tips of his noses: "Go to the ancestral house first and change this bloody clothes, don't scare the villagers."

Qi Wuxue approached an inch greedily, pecked on Wang Yin's lips, and said with a smile: "Aren't you also covered in blood? You still talk about me."

Wang Yin said: "I don't know whose blood has stained me all over, but I have the nerve to say it about me."

"So you're despising me?" Qi Wuxue raised her eyebrows and sighed.

Song Sanshi sat cross-legged on the carriage with his chin resting on his shoulders, full of stuffiness. If he had known that the two of them were so greasy and smudged after they got married, and they would recklessly never mention the pig's trotters, he should have covered his mouth and kept silent!

Alas, women are troublesome, this is all right, and there will be a pair of nostrils.

The carriage rumbled through the peaceful mountain village, and after less than a stick of incense, Wang Yin, who was pulling the curtain and looking outside, called to stop.

The Wang family's ancestral house is at the foot of the mountain, facing north and south, and trickling streams converge from the crevices of the mountain, passing around the old house.There is an old osmanthus tree in front of the brown-red gate. Although no one took care of the house after the fall of the Wang family a year ago, it is hard to hide the calm atmosphere and vicissitudes of life here.

Wang Yin looked up at the faded "Wang" character on the mottled plaque, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart, the world is impermanent, the scenery was infinite that day, but it ended up in such a dilapidated state.Sighing, he stretched out his hand and was about to push the door, but the solid wood door opened slowly and automatically with a "squeak".

The setting sun slanted on the door, slipped in through the cracks, and a cold wind passed through the hall, without the sense of desolation of changing things and changing people, giving birth to some horror for no reason.At this time Song Sanshi reacted quickly, he quickly shrank his head and hid behind Qi Wuxue, and shouted with a trembling voice: "Oh my god, there is a ghost..."

"Uncle Han?" Wang Yin put down the hand that was about to push the door, looked at the person who appeared inside the door, and said pleasantly, "After the Wang family broke up, you actually came to the ancestral house?"

The old man who was called Uncle Han was obviously stunned and didn't regain his strength. After a long time, with tears in his eyes, he bent his body to kneel down to Wang Yin: "Miss...no, your majesty is auspicious..."

Wang Yin hurriedly helped Uncle Han, feeling a little sad in his heart, he just smiled slightly: "There is no need to salute. It's really hard for you, now there is no big tree to rely on, how are you going?"

Uncle Han wiped the corners of his eyes with his patched sleeves, and said, "Okay, it's very peaceful to live in the mountains all the time. I just hope that Miss will not blame me for coming to the ancestral house to settle down on my own initiative."

"Uncle Han has been a part of the Wang family for most of his life, and it's a pity that the old house is dilapidated, wouldn't it be better for more people to take care of it?" Wang Yin took a step to the side, looking behind him with a smile Qi Wuxue laughed, and said, "This is the noble concubine in the palace, surnamed Qi, just treat each other as usual."

Uncle Han squinted his eyes to look at the noble concubine in front of him, and saw that although she didn't wear the slightest amount of makeup, she was covered in blood and dirt, and she was in a terrible state of distress.Uncle Han has seen countless people, and he understands that he is by no means an ordinary person, so he naturally dare not neglect him, and politely wants to kneel down again.

Qi Wuxue hastily stepped forward and stretched out her hand, unexpectedly she touched the wound, her face turned pale.

Wang Yin held Qi Wuxue's arm calmly, their eyes met, Qi Wuxue pursed her lips innocently, Wang Yin rolled her eyes, completely ignoring her.

Song Lei, who was cautiously behind, finally breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his hands and said, "So it's not a ghost..." After saying that, for some reason, three pairs of eyes stared at him, causing Song Lei to puff up his face and dare not say any more. Say something.

The Wang family's ancestral home is not big, but it can be regarded as a very grand house in such a mountain depression.Entering the door is a polished floor-to-ceiling stone screen with cursive script engraved on it.Bypassing the screen is an open courtyard with a lotus pond in it. Tiantian is paved with a pool of soft and bright lotus leaves. A few immature flower bones stand shyly. The cross arch bridge is built on it, exquisite and exquisite, surrounded by dark corridors.There are still spotless mahogany tables and chairs in the front hall, as if everything remains the same.Then there are various wing rooms, and after that, a few steps across the small bridge and fine water is the private ancestral hall of the Wang family.

Uncle Han led the way, then looked back at the two suspiciously, thought for a while and still didn't ask any questions, just narrated many trivial matters after the fall of the Wang family - the former lady's personal maid took many of the lady's jewelry and returned home , the servants turned to work in the prime minister's family, and the Wang family stole a lot of property... and couldn't help sighing, saying that the world is impermanent, people's hearts are unpredictable, and so on.

Wang Yin thought about it, and said comfortingly: "There is nothing wrong with people dying for money. The Wang family has collapsed, so many people have to find something to eat, there is nothing to sigh about."

Uncle Han shook his head and said: "My lord was sober in his previous life, after all, he couldn't escape such a fate, in this world..."

Wang Yin frowned and said nothing, Qi Wuxue walked beside her, gently holding her hand.

Uncle Han consciously talked too much, he hurriedly said with a smile: "Look at me, I'm an old fool, it's a happy event for the young lady to come back, half of the dinner is already done, I'll add some more dishes, call the second lady to join us, everyone sit down Talking about the old days is the right thing to do!"

Wang Yin was stunned: "Second Miss? My second sister... has been away for five years, and she is here?"

"Hey, I forgot to mention that when I was happy, the second lady had already lived here for a long time when I came here last year." Uncle Han looked at the messy clothes on the two of them and said, "Both go to the young lady first." Resting in the boudoir, I will go to the second lady's place to find some clean clothes."

Wang Yin nodded, took Qi Wuxue and walked in the other direction.

Song Lei, who had been following along step by step, looked at the two groups of people who parted ways, and was a little dazed: "Hey, then who should I go with!"

Uncle Han has always liked children, even though Song Lei is not well-behaved and it is not a coincidence, his looks are still quite deceiving.Uncle Han kindly stroked Song Lei's bun, and said with a smile: "Good boy, go to the backyard to settle the horses first, and then come to the main hall to have dinner together."

Under the oppression of the two female devils, Song Lei rarely felt the warmth of human affection, and nodded his head like pecking rice.

Turning a few corners with ease, Wang Yin pushed open the door, and a familiar bitter fragrance poured into his nose - the fortune teller said that his life was rough and hard, and he had to add it to the incense. It takes a few years for a few herbs to be used.Therefore, the boudoir of the ancestral house is full of this smell. It was pungent and unpleasant at that time, but now it feels refreshing and kind for no reason.

Seeing that Wang Yin was silent, Qi Wuxue saw that the wound on her shoulder had just healed and began to ache again, she pretended to be fine, and paced back and forth in the room with her hands behind her back, her pace was brisk.She stood quite curiously in front of the bookshelf taller than a person beside the bed, tsk-tsk admiringly and gently slid the spines of the rows of books with her fingertips. Due to excessive blood loss, her head was dizzy, and she saw that the words were a little bit erratic. Wuxue turned her back to Wang Yin and closed her eyes, and quietly held onto the small escalator for fetching books.

After all, Qi Wuxue's body is not made of iron, and after a day of tossing around, Qi Wuxue can't take it anymore.She frowned, breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to turn around pretending to be calm, when she was unexpectedly hugged by Wang Yin behind her.

In my impression, Wang Yin's voice has never been so gentle, she leaned against Qi Wuxue's ear and said softly: "Do you think I can't see it? Idiot. Sit down and rest, don't pretend."

Qi Wuxue smiled and her nose became sore, she didn't dare to make a sound, she just bit her lip and nodded, obediently being pulled by Wang Yin to sit down on the edge of the bed.Fearing that Wang Yin would see the inexplicable tears in her eyes, Qi Wuxue threw herself on Wang Yin's bed, hugging the quilt and rolling.A voice came from the muffled bed: "Sister's bed is so soft and smells so good."

Wang Yin looked helplessly at this restless woman: "Get up, doesn't the wound hurt?"

Qi Wuxue revealed a pair of smiling eyes from the Yinlan quilt: "You don't believe it if you say it doesn't hurt."

Wang Yin lost his mind, looked into Qi Wuxue's calm eyes for a moment, finally sighed, sat closer with a smile, ready to unbutton her clothes to see the condition of the wound.

Qi Wuxue shrank back like a conditioned reflex, Wang Yin paused with his fingers, and glanced at Qi Wuxue, there was some inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

Such a glance made Qi Wuxue's heart tremble, and he casually threw the crumpled quilt aside, completely forgetting the pain in his shoulder, hooked Wang Yin's neck and brought it towards him.

Naturally, Wang Yin didn't expect Qi Wuxue to be like this, so she fell onto the bed unexpectedly, Qi Wuxue put her hands on Wang Yin's ears, her loosely tied long hair fell down, forming such a small and ambiguous space .

Wang Yin's face was a little hot, looking at Qi Wuxue's face close at hand, his heart beat so intensely, as if it was going to burst through his chest cavity - this feeling was unprecedented, that impulse ran through the whole body along the meridian blood, until He wanted to completely possess the woman in front of him.

The pain in the shoulder intensified, Qi Wuxue knew that the wound would probably start to bleed again, and she was afraid that Wang Yin would feel distressed, so she could only endure it, licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, narrowed her eyes and slowly approached Wang Yin.

Lips and teeth intersected, from a light taste to a lingering grab, Qi Wuxue's slender eyes were full of confused affection, she sighed vaguely: "Sister..." As she spoke, her fingertips slid down Wang Yin's cheeks and ears , staying on the delicate neck for a while, then carefully covering the softness of her chest, she pretended to be calm and glanced at Wang Yin, and rubbed it gently with courage.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yin, who is extremely self-controlled, pushed her away decisively, Qi Wuxue sat up straight with a hurt face, her breath was still a little unsteady.

Wang Yin didn't feel much better either, took a deep breath, pinned his fallen sideburns to the back of his head, and pretended to be sullen: "Are you crazy? Did you know that the blood from your wound is overflowing again?"

After Wang Yin said this, Qi Wuxue just woke up like a dream, and the dry clothes on her shoulders were already stained with a cloud of dark red blood.

Wang Yin pursed his lips, got up and walked a few steps away, but suddenly noticed a figure swaying at the door.

He walked quickly to the door and opened it. Except for the shadows of trees, there were no people outside, only a stack of clothes lying flat by the door.Wang Yin bent down, picked up his clothes, and bowed his head for a moment—Second Sister, will you... understand me?

The author has something to say: Oops, it’s as sweet as a cone, it’s not my style =v=[It’s not that I want to eat a cone!