Returning to Before Husband’s Castration

Chapter 31 Don’t be crazy about me

Wang Daxia thought that Ding Rukui’s location was because he invited the watermelon, but it wasn’t.

He didn’t know that he was already a rising star of Jin Yiwei. Lu Ying personally recruited and directed Lu Bing to “appoint” him to come in, which is equivalent to a “student of the emperor”. With these two alone, he can almost be in Jin Yiwei walked sideways.

He has a good family background, is handsome, and approachable, without the arrogance and arrogance of a celebrity. He inquires about the whereabouts of a condemned prisoner, and buys watermelon for everyone at his own expense.

Occasionally, there are some awkward, inconsistent, unpleasant things, but they are quite reliable in major events, especially on the night of the thunderstorm, Wang Daxia asked Jinyiweimen to put down the shovel in the middle of the night, and forced the book boy to dig the grave with his own hands. The result was a thunderstorm. When hitting a shovel and smashing the book boy to death, Jin Yiwei felt that if it weren’t for Wang Daxia, this heavenly thunder might have hit him on his head.

Later, Wang Daxia also proposed to borrow to stay in Tian’an Temple, and “expropriated” amulets from Tian’an Temple and distributed them to everyone, but did not care about herself. This undoubtedly aroused Jin Yiwei’s favor, thinking that Wang Daxia is the neighbor’s “bear boy”, and the bear is a bear. Point, but still tolerable, and he is only fourteen years old, all those shortcomings in his body can be explained by “young age”.

What’s more, both Lu Bing and Luying both fancy him and cultivate him. They are confidants at first, and they can freely enter and exit the courtyard of the commander and envoy. In the future, this person is afraid that he will become a great figure in Jinyiwei.

It is human instinct to see the wind and make the rudder.

Ding Rukui is a death row prisoner who Lu Bing personally confessed to “take good care of”. He did not die after ten years of death. This is Jin Yiwei’s little secret. His movements would not be easily told to others. Similar to Chen Qianhu, a fourth-rank military officer like Chen Qianhu. I don’t know, but who calls Wang Daxia the confidant of Lu Bing and Luying?

So Jin Yiwei was willing to give Wang Daxia a convenience.

Wang Daxia was “popular without knowing it” in Jinyiwei, and she was begging along the street with a golden rice bowl!

He didn’t know that Ding Rukui’s background was so big. He thought it was the reason why he invited the watermelon, so he went back complacent and asked Wei Caiwei for credit, saying:

“…They said that Ding Rukui is a special prisoner. Master Lu ordered that without his warrant, no outsider can go to the cell to see him. However, I’m lucky. Ding Rukui will come out of the prison tonight and be in the yard. To pay homage to the deceased, the two of us waited in the yard, so instead of us going to see Ding Rukui, Ding Rukui met us by chance. Moreover, we did not go to prison to see him, which is not a violation of Master Lu’s order.”

Fortunately, Lu Bing ordered to go down before the stroke this morning. Otherwise, let alone Wang Daxia, even Lu Ying would not be able to take Wei Caiwei to the prison to meet Ding Rukui.

Wang Daxia also gave Wei Caiwei a set of clothes for Wei Caiwei, “You are too filial at night. We are taking advantage of Ding Rukui’s sacrifice tonight, so we must keep a low profile.”

Wang Daxia was bold and careful, and Wei Caiwei saw the shadow of the previous Dongchang factory father.

When Wang Daxia saw Wei Caiwei staring at herself in a daze, her eyes were sentimental, and she hurriedly folded her hands in a defensive manner, “Don’t try to confuse me. My innocence is for my future wife. I am not a casual person.”

In fact, Wang Daxia is not purely affectionate, and his intuition is not wrong: Wei Caiwei always dislikes and does not admit it, but actually likes him in his heart-the last life. But now Wang Daxia’s physical/physical body has not changed, and his soul is more than 30 years younger, and has not been baptized by storms. Wei Caiwei has been “careless” and began to empathize.

Wang Daxia is like a magnet, and the magnetic field is like Wang Changgong of the previous life. Wei Caiwei is just a needle. As long as the magnet emits a magnetic field, no matter how deep the needle is hidden, it will be attracted by one click and firmly attached to the magnet.

It’s hard to resist the affectionate life.

bad! Can’t help it again.

Wei Caiwei quickly moved her eyes away, coughed dryly, and arrogantly said: “Don’t get me wrong, my medicine hasn’t worked yet. Sometimes my brain gets dizzy and goes blank, and I just stare at a certain place and stop moving. I’m just in a daze. , I have you in my eyes but not in my heart.”

“That’s all right.” Wang Daxia let go of her arms crossed on her chest, “Zhou Xiaoqi is really vicious. He must have added some kind of material to the medicine that fascinated you.”

Wei Caiwei said perfunctorily: “You go out, I want to change clothes.”

When Wei Caiwei changed her clothes and dressed up as a pawn, Wang Daxia knocked on the door outside, “Have you changed?”

Wei Caiwei smoothed the wrinkles on her clothes and said, “You can come in.”

Wang Daxia opened the door and walked in, holding a thick branch with a branch in his hand.

Wei Caiwei saw his childlike innocence in the afternoon. She squatted in the shade and pulled a piece of grass to play with the ants. Now she is getting a thick stick. Is this going to…

Wang Daxia took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around the rough tree branch, tied a knot, and handed it to Wei Caiwei, “So you won’t be able to stop, and I will give you a walking stick – I just cut it from the tree. You. With crutches, there is no need for me to help.”

On the first day when Wang Daxia came to Jinyiwei as an official errand, she didn’t do anything, so she slept in the guest room and cut a branch. Borrow flowers to present the Buddha and give it to Wei Caiwei as a walking stick.

Wei Caiwei took all the crutches wrapped in the handkerchief, stood up with support, and walked two steps.

The crutches are well made, not long or short, just suitable for her height, just like tailor-made.

The halo of the dead ghost husband of the previous life immediately shone on the young Wang Daxia’s head again. Wei Caiwei looked at him like a spider spinning silk, with inexhaustible emotions and veins, firmly entangled him, nowhere. Can escape.

In Wang Daxia’s view, the little widow always had a hook in her eyes when she saw him, which made his boy’s heart pound like a frog.

Wang Daxia covered her chest and tried to suppress the frog in her heart: Oh, I can’t be tempted like this.

It is impossible for you and me to be in a great position. I’ve said it countless times, don’t be crazy about me, why don’t you listen!

I want to inherit the throne of a thousand households in my family, and my future wife must be a lady of the famous family.

If you look at me like this, I will… stop playing with you.

Wang Daxia said: “I gave you crutches because men and women can’t accept it clearly. I can’t help you. There is absolutely no other meaning. You should not misunderstand.”

When the dead ghost husband righteously refused, Wei Caiwei quickly retracted her gaze and looked down at the new crutches, “I have not misunderstood, thank you. When my body recovers, I will make ten packs of Qingliangmei to thank you.”

Wang Daxia breathed a sigh of relief, “It’s pretty much the same.”

What is going on with the faint disappointment in my heart when I say so?

The twilight is dimmer, the clear moonlight has plated the world with a cold light, the evening breeze is blowing, and the air seems to have a faint fragrance of gardenia.

Thinking that Ding Rukui’s night festival was about to end, Wei Caiwei stalked out the door, Wang Daxia and her always kept the distance between them, walking side by side through the air.

At the southeast corner of the compound used to train soldiers, Ding Rukui threw the last piece of paper money into the brazier and burned it in honor of the loyal Wei Nanshan couple.

This family used to be servants of the Ding family for several generations. They were originally slaves. In the generation of Ding Rukui, they were open to slavery and free. Wei Nanshan still worked for the Ding family. Such decent servants were called vassals.

From the book of the Ministry of War to the death row, old friends and colleagues, and fellow teachers and apprentices, those who have never left behind are actually humble retainers.

Ding Rukui prayed silently in his heart, and even took out a thousand-character long sacrificial essay that took a day to write carefully and burned it to the Wei Nanshan couple underground.

In the past when he was a minister of war, many people gave a thousand taels of silver and asked him to write sacrificial epitaphs, etc., from the beginning of the year to the end of the year—he might not be willing to accept it.

Now his articles are burned only to loyal servants.

I haven’t seen the sky for ten years, and it’s good to see the moonlight. Ding Rukui threw the sacrificial text into the brazier and looked up at the moonlight greedily.

The moonlight is so beautiful.

Without blinking his eyes, Ding Rukui engraved the scenery outside in his mind. This is a good memory. Even if his name was ticked off by the imperial pen at the end of this year, it was worth it.

“Ding Shibo.”

A voice sounded from behind.

Ding Rukui looked back and saw that there were two Jinyiwei pawns, one of whom was sticking a cane. His appearance was beautiful and he didn’t seem to be in good health.

Ding Rukui recalled the past, but he couldn’t remember who it was.

Wei Caiwei said: “I am the adopted daughter of Wei Nanshan. My name is Wei Caiwei. Ten years ago, during the Gengxu Revolution, there was a chaos on the outskirts of Beijing. My family and I were separated and adopted by Wei Nanshan and his wife while wandering, and we went to Tieling together. Ding Wu has been thinking about it all the time. For you, when I came to the capital, he asked me to bring you a message that everything is well and he found an errand in Tieling County Office. He can be self-sufficient and live normally. Don’t worry about it.”

Ding Rukui suddenly recalled that Lu Bing suddenly visited him this morning and asked about Wei Nanshan.

Lu Bing never talks nonsense, he must have something to say in the morning.

Ding Rukui watched Wei Caiwei wearing Jinyiwei’s clothes, with nothing to say. Wei Nanshan and his wife are dead. His son Ding Wu is far away in Tieling, and he can’t leave the exile for half his life. Who will prove that Wei Caiwei’s words are unnecessary?

Ding Rukui, from the book of the Ministry of War to the death row, looked at the world’s coldness and warmth, and it was not Wei Caiwei that could be moved by a single word.

Who is this woman? What is her purpose? She is wearing Jin Yiwei clothes, and she can still appear when he worships his deceased. Is she Lu Bing’s? Came to test me on purpose?

Ding Rukui was agitated at first, then calmed down. He ignored Wei Caiwei and said to the jailer: “Thank you all to send me up tonight and help set up the altar. I have finished praying and can go back.”

“Ding Shibo, I’m really Ding Wu’s friend.” Wei Caiwei hurriedly followed him, but Ding Rukui was indifferent, “Don’t think you can use Ding Wu to blackmail me. I am a death row prisoner. If you get closer, do you want to rob him?”

Once bitten, twice shy. When Ding Rukui heard Yan Song’s sentence, “As long as I am the Minister of the First Aid, you will be fine.” As a result, his wife and son were separated, the family was destroyed, and Ding Rukui couldn’t believe anyone anymore.

The robbery is to be shot on the spot. Wei Caiwei had to stop.

Ding Rukui followed the jailer and dragged his five-jin fetters to the ground, making a clattering sound.

Wei Caiwei’s words did not impress Ding Rukui, but Wang Daxia was inexplicably jealous, and asked for five consecutive times: “Who is Ding Wu? How old? Isn’t he handsome? Is there me good-looking? What is your relationship with him?”

The author has something to say: Fortunately, the male protagonist is not Ding Wu. In this case, it becomes a love story of Tieling Ivory Mountain