【V066】Ninth Brother's Rage(1/2)
Yan Jiuchao said coldly: "Who is that wild man?!"
Take it out, kill him! Burn him! chop him!
"...I don't know." Yu Wan lowered her head and said, "And, maybe, more than one."
Yan Jiuchao, who felt a hundred thousand arrows in his heart, instantly felt: "..."
"It wasn't meant to hide it from you."
"I don't remember it myself, I just remember it."
"It's not that I remember it, it's just..."
"I can't understand, anyway, that's it."
That's it? What's it like?!
In the dark room, Yan Jiuchao was so angry that he sat up on the bed. He lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed, stepping on his cold pedals barefoot, gasping for breath.
I haven't been so angry for many years, and I'm so angry!
She is so brave that she dares to say nonsense because he loves her!
With a man... more than one?!
The child was born too!
I don’t know which one I got from!
Yan Jiuchao was so angry that his heart hurt!
"Young Master, there is no problem, right?" Ying Liu looked at the closed door in the yard outside the gate and said with a serious expression.
Ying Shisan's expression was not very optimistic.
Uncle Wan sighed: "The last time I saw the young master get so angry, I still learned the cause of the prince's death. The young master was so angry that he locked himself in the house. No one saw him until he got sick..."
"Then the young master will not get sick too this time, right?" Ying Liu said in frightened. He had seen the young master get sick, and that was really scary!
Uncle Wan sighed again: "Who knows? Since meeting Miss Yu, the young master has never been sick again. But this time, it was Miss Yu who caused it himself. How is the ending difficult to say..."
Ying Liu looked at Ying Shisan and said, "Aren't you there at that time? You don't know how to stop Miss Yu?"
Ying Shisan was furious: "How can I stop me? You don't know, she didn't say a word of nonsense!"
At least she was going around a bend, but she told her a brief moment when she came up. She had never seen such a straightforward move! He didn't even react!
Ying Liu and Uncle Wan both looked at him with resentment. Ying Shisan was defeated and said, "Forget it, I'll just go in and persuade him."
Ying Shisan risked his life and entered the young master's house.
Yan Jiuchao sat thinly on the edge of the bed. The night at the end of March was still a little cool, but Ying Shisan could hear the sweat beads flowing from his forehead, dripping on his feet.
His face was in the dark, and Ying Shisan couldn't see his expression clearly, but could feel the murderous aura emitted from his body.
Even a master like Ying Shisan couldn't help but shivered.
"Young Master." Ying Shisan plucked up the courage to speak out.
After a while, Yan Jiuchao said deeply: "What's the matter?"
His voice was not loud, but he inexplicably made Ying Shisan feel creepy.
Ying Shisan didn't forget what she was here for. After calming down, he said, "Young Master, don't be too angry. Didn't Miss Yu say that she doesn't remember it herself? Who knows if what she said is true? Maybe she remembers it all wrongly."
Yan Jiuchao said coldly: "Do you think she has no conclusive evidence for this kind of thing, so how dare she break into this young master and say it?"
Ying Shisan also felt that his mind was getting drunk. He was too careless to persuade him, so he quickly changed his mouth and said, "In fact, you are not at a loss. Didn't you sleep in another woman and give birth to your own child, and it's even with Miss Yu."
"How is this even? This young master only slept one! She... she may have slept several times." Yan Jiuchao said in a frustrated manner.
The thoughts of the people in the martial arts world are different from those of ordinary people. Ying Shisan quickly circled the key points in the young master's words and raised his eyebrows and said, "Then will you sleep a few more times?"
"..." Yan Jiuchao's breath of turbid air stuck in his chest. Is this a matter of whether to sleep? The little cabbage he got was urnated by some wild boar!
"Ah Yeh!"
Yan Jiuchao sneezes heavily.
No one can accept this. It is definitely not that it likes someone and doesn’t care about what a person’s past is, but that it doesn’t know what kind of past the person has.
What she forgot was not important to her, or was it something she once remembered?
One day when she remembers it, will she find out that... there is actually someone else she really likes?
Or maybe that might be true, he is just one of her many men—
Yan Jiuchao felt that he was almost angry to death.
"Where is Ying Liu?" Yan Jiuchao shouted sharply.
Ying Liu hurriedly flashed into the room: "Young Master!"
Yan Jiuchao's murderous aura surged from his heart: "You go and check it out, I mainly know everything about her!"
...
In the evening, Yu Wan returned to the village.
After she confessed to Yan Jiuchao, she got off the carriage, and she returned to the town in the carriage she rented.
She didn't dare to see Yan Jiuchao's expression. Her parents had gone early in her previous life, so she had always been a very strong person, but after meeting Yan Jiuchao, she gradually had a crack in her strength.
It is said that women become strong because of helplessness, and from strong to weak because of happiness. She didn't know that these words were not true. She only knew that Zhao Heng asked Awan to be independent too early, but Yan Jiuchao almost stripped her strong coat.
She thought that she did not regret telling Yan Jiuchao that these pasts were Awan's, and they were also hers. She could not get rid of them or erase them. This was the price of her rebirth. If Yan Jiuchao could not accept her like this, then she could only end the relationship with regret.
"Sister, sister!"
After returning to the house, Xiao Tiedan ran out, grabbed Yu Wan's hand, and pulled Yu Wan into the house.
"What's wrong?" Yu Wan asked.
"I'm here to come to the post in the village!" Xiao Tiedan said with wide eyes.
Yu Wan asked, "What are you doing when you come to the post?"
"Your letter is here!" Xiao Tiedan pulled Yu Wan into the house, pointed to the bundle piled up on the table and said, "Look! Your letter! So many letters! I sent it today!"
Her... letter?
"Young Master has just been away for a few days, and you are so despairing? Didn't you write letters to you every day to comfort your lovesickness?"
So, Yan Jiuchao really wrote to her, but why did there be so many? Is there anyone else who wrote it?
"Sister, I can help you read the letter!" Xiao Tiedan patted her chest and said, "He is now a person who can recognize words, he is a knowledgeable Tiedan!"
Yu Wan patted his head lightly: "Recognize the thousand-character text first."
The little iron ball with his head down: "…oh."
Yu Wan waited until Xiao Tiedan fell asleep before lit the oil lamp to read the letter. There were too many letters, and there were about 300 letters. Yu Wan seriously suspected that Yan Jiuchao had dared nothing along the way and was writing letters.
"I am mainly leaving Beijing, so don't worry too much, I will return in a few days."
"I have arrived in Chang'an Street and I am really going to leave Beijing."
"I'm on Xuanwu Street..."
"I'm on the Suzaku Street..."
"It's almost time to arrive at the East City Gate..."
"I'm at the East City Gate..."
"I've left the East City Gate..."
"The dumplings in Yucheng are made of meat..."
“The rape flowers in Bo County are blooming very well…”
“…”
“…”
“…”
Every letter didn't say much, just one or two sentences, and it was all unnutritious. But more than anything else, Yu Wan's mind was extremely clear about the impatient look of him sitting in the carriage, holding a brush.
A little cute inexplicably.
Yu Wan smiled.
But soon, she couldn't laugh.
Because Yan Jiuchao would never write to her again.
...
"Young Master."
At dawn, Ying Liu returned home.
Yan Jiuchao had not been asleep for a night, and just sat coldly beside the bed. The dawn light shone in and landed on his cold face. Ying Liu didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he lowered his head and told the truth about the news he had inquired: "I haven't heard that Miss Yu had an affair with others and had a child."
To be continued...