A Journey Through the Worlds of Film and Television.

Chapter 900 Wang Xifeng

Forbidden City, Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Emperor Changtai put down the last volume of "Three Heroes and Five Gallants" in his hand and turned to look at Dai Quan beside him: "Banban, you should have read this "Three Heroes and Five Gallants" written by Lu Cheng, right?"

"Your Majesty, I have read it more than once. The story is cleverly conceived, full of ups and downs, and fascinating. It is really hard to put it down. Especially the Justice Bao, who is very perceptive, wise and decisive. He can also plead for the people and share the worries of the king. He is truly a pillar of the country."

"Banban is right. If the Ming Dynasty had more loyal officials like Bao Qingtian, why would we worry about the stability of our country and the peace and prosperity of the world?"

After expressing his feelings, Emperor Changtai suddenly said, "Since Lu Cheng can write such a thrilling suspense story, he must have the ability to solve cases with great insight. I just wonder if he is my Justice Bao."

"Your Majesty is wise and brave, and you are benevolent to the people. You are far better than Emperor Renzong of Song. Our Ming Dynasty is prosperous, peaceful and wealthy. Among the officials in the court, there must be loyal ministers and generals who can surpass Bao Qingtian."

"Forget it, Banban, you don't need to flatter me like this. I know what the Ming Dynasty is like now. However, it would be a waste of this new champion's talent if he were to stay in the Hanlin Academy copying books. Perhaps, we should assign him a job to hone his skills.

There is a popular saying that true gold is not afraid of fire. If this champion really has the ability to govern the world, rather than just talking about it, I will not hesitate to give him a high position and generous salary. Banban, later you can ask the Shuntian Prefecture to collect some old files and send them to the Hanlin Academy so that our champion can take a good look at them. "

"Yes, Your Majesty."

At night, in the backyard of Rongguo Mansion, Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng lived.

Wang Xifeng was busy dealing with the distribution of monthly wages to everyone in the Rongguo Mansion, and had someone count the supplies that had just been purchased this month. After listening to Ping'er's report on everything, she rubbed her brows and prepared to go back to rest.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, he saw two maids coming out of the house with Jia Lian's clothes, so he asked casually, "Is the Second Master in the house? When did you come back?"

"To answer grandma, the second master just came back a while ago and is lying on the bed in the room."

Wang Xifeng heard this and took a look at the clothes in the hands of the two maids. She smelled the strong smell of alcohol on the clothes and couldn't help frowning: "Okay, take them down and wash them quickly."

Speaking of which, it has been a few days since Jia Lian last hung out with Bao Er's wife.

After mediation by Lady Shi, and with the persuasion of Lady Wang and Lady Xing, Wang Xifeng gradually forgave Jia Lian. After all, she knew well what kind of person her husband was.

Moreover, Jia Lian and Wang Xifeng can be considered childhood sweethearts. They grew up together and got married smoothly after they became adults under the arrangement of their respective families. The emotional foundation between the couple is still very good.

After the last commotion, Jia Lian bowed and apologized to Wang Xifeng in front of the old lady and several ladies. No matter how dissatisfied Wang Xifeng was, she had to forgive Jia Lian.

As soon as Wang Xifeng entered the room, she smelled a stronger smell of alcohol in the room. She couldn't help but fan it with her hand: "Ping'er, quickly open all the windows to ventilate the room. I don't know how much alcohol he has drunk. And ask someone to bring a basin of warm water to wipe the second master's body."

"Yes." Ping'er did as she was told immediately and opened all the windows together with another maid.

It was already autumn, and the temperature was gradually dropping. As soon as the doors and windows were opened, a cool breeze blew in from outside.

Wang Xifeng, who had just taken off her coat, could not help but shiver. She looked up and saw Jia Lian lying on the bed in only a single layer of clothing, so she walked over to cover him with a quilt.

However, just as Wang Xifeng picked up the quilt and was about to cover Jia Lian with it, she suddenly smelled a different fragrance and immediately frowned.

Her eyes swept over Jia Lian and she noticed some rouge marks hidden under his open clothes on his chest. Wang Xifeng frowned even more tightly and directly pulled open Jia Lian's shirt. She immediately saw several rose-red lip marks on his chest.

Seeing this, Wang Xifeng immediately flew into a rage: "Well, you've been quiet for just a few days, but now you've hooked up with some slutty vixen again, and even brought this slutty smell home! You bastard!"

When Ping'er heard the voice, she knew the situation was not good. She turned around and saw the lip marks on Jia Lian's chest. Her heart sank: It's over, there's going to be trouble again.

At this time, Wang Xifeng, who was furious, had already clenched her fist and punched Jia Lian's chest: "You heartless man, are you trying to piss me off to death?"

After these punches, Master Lian, who was originally well fed and sleeping soundly, felt his stomach churning. Before he could fully wake up, he turned his head and vomited. All kinds of vomit were all over the bed and the floor, and even some was vomited on Wang Xifeng's sleeves.

This made Wang Xifeng even more angry: "Ahhh, quickly carry him out!"

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the maids and old women rushed forward in a hurry and began to clean up.

The old woman wanted to carry Jia Lian out, but the drunk man was so limp that he seemed to have no bones, making it difficult to lift him.

Several maids were busy for a while, and Jia Lian was covered in a lot of dirt before he was carried out.

Seeing Jia Lian's dead look, Wang Xifeng was furious and ordered someone to throw him out of the room to leave him alone.

It took a long time to clean up the room and finally clear out all the dirt. I then lit some incense, cleared the smell in the room, and replaced the bed with new bedding. That was the end.

After all this commotion, it was already late at night.

Wang Xifeng was angry and didn't want to bother with Jia Lian. But the servants didn't dare to let Jia Lian freeze outside. If he got sick, they would be the ones to suffer.

Finally, Ping'er quietly ordered people to quietly carry Jia Lian out, and asked the servants to help clean him and send him to another place for resettlement.

After all this, Wang Xifeng and Ping'er lay together and couldn't help but sigh: "Ping'er, why is my life so miserable? I have to deal with such an unpromising man."

Ping'er didn't say anything either, just listened.

Wang Xifeng sighed for a while, and when she saw Ping'er didn't reply, she pushed Ping'er and said, "You little girl, are you asleep?"

The only response she got was Ping'er's steady breathing.

"You really fell asleep, you heartless man." Both of them were tired after a day of hard work. Wang Xifeng also felt sleepy and gradually fell asleep.

In her dream, Wang Xifeng somehow returned to the scene of being chased by Jia Lian that day, and saw the sword coming towards her again. Panic, fear, helplessness, all kinds of emotions surged in her heart. In her dream, Wang Xifeng clenched her hands tightly, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared, and with just two fingers, he shattered the sword that was stabbing at him. Wang Xifeng felt warm in her heart, and all her fears were dispelled, as if she was illuminated by the warm spring sun, and she completely relaxed.

Just two fingers can shatter a precious iron sword. How powerful is that?

"Grandma? Grandma? Wake up! Did you have a nightmare?"

Wang Xifeng woke up from her sleep when she felt her body shaking. Seeing Ping'er close at hand, she was confused for a moment and let out a long sigh: "It's okay, I just had a nightmare."

After saying this, Wang Xifeng suddenly felt a chill, and she reached out to touch her forehead, only to find that it was covered in sweat. Just as she was about to get up, she felt something slippery underneath her, and a wave of shame surged into her heart...