Chapter 87 Meeting with Wen Cheng

Wen Qian looked down at the invitation in her lap, her eyes slightly cold, then she put it into her sleeve and walked out of the door.

Wen Yu, who had been paying attention to Wen Qian, saw his elder brother walking out of the house and couldn't help but chase him out of the kitchen: "Brother, where am I going?"

Wen Qian turned back: "He went to the village chief's house to find Wen Cheng and will be back soon."

As soon as I walked outside the village chief's house, I heard the sound of chopping firewood from the yard, and through the half wooden door I saw the slender figure in the yard.

Wen Cheng was wearing a light gray light summer shirt that covered his frail body. Every time he lifted the ax, he seemed to be using up half of his body strength.

The blazing sunlight hit his face, making his ordinary face look more charming and charming.

Well, a man who concentrates on his work is really attractive, even if he looks ordinary, he still attracts people!

That person was one month younger than the original owner and turned twenty years old on August 15th.

There is also a saying about reunions between August and fifteen. Every household eats moon cakes and goes to the local temple to pray for blessings.

Wen Cheng was born on the New Year's Day, which was very lively. As the eldest son and grandson of the village chief, it was said that a full-moon banquet was held, and the banquet would last a whole day.

The original owner Wen Qian was different. When Mrs. Zhou gave birth to him, she had difficulty in childbirth, so she had to borrow an oxcart to go to the town to find doctors, but all the doctors were invited to the inn by the guards of the Anyang Palace.

Just because King Anyang took the pregnant Princess An to Anle Town on a sightseeing tour, Bu Shibai met the assassins who rebelled against Chu and restored Qin. As a result, Princess An, who was seven months pregnant, had difficulty giving birth, and she had to be hurriedly given birth in a simple house. Born in an inn.

Wenquan Gui couldn't find a doctor in Anle Town, so he was forced to take Ms. Zhou to the palace and beg someone from the palace. It happened that Princess An had successfully given birth to twins.

The doctor who was released hurriedly came to diagnose Zhou's pulse. At this time, Zhou was already very weak and could kill two at any time. The kind-hearted Princess An asked King Anyang to allow the two of them to enter the inn to give birth.

The original owner came to this world in a twists and turns. Because Zhou's dystocia lasted too long, she missed the best time for treatment, leaving her with severe postpartum metrorrhagia. As the saying goes, if menstruation is not clean for a long time, the root cannot be broken.

Not only did Zhou have to see a doctor every now and then, but he also needed to take medicine and rest in bed every month, so the family of three bought a small courtyard in Anle Town to live.

The arrival of the original owner made Mrs. Zhou's health worse. Wenquan Gui's father was devoted to Zhou's presence. The original owner, who was frail and sick, could not turn a blind eye and take care of her. Mrs. Wen felt sorry for her grandson and came to her every now and then. to take care of.

Later, Zhou's illness lasted for a year, and he passed away.

It was then that the original owner took Wenquangui's father into his heart, and two years later he married Mr. Jiang.

Wen Cheng struggled to split the last piece of wood, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Qian, who was distracted standing outside his door. A trace of confusion flashed in Danfeng's eyes, which were as bright as stars.

He frowned slightly, threw away his ax, and walked towards the door: "Agan, did I come to see him?"

When Wen Qian came back to her senses, she saw beads of sweat falling from his forehead, and a pair of red eyes with a hint of concern.

His sensitive nose smelled Wen Cheng's unique body fragrance for men, especially since his already cool summer shirt was mostly soaked with sweat, and his good figure could be vaguely seen, as well as...

Suddenly her throat tightened and her voice was slightly hoarse: "Acheng, am I free? He has something to ask me for."

Wen Cheng mistakenly thought that Wen Qianchou had encountered something embarrassing and that was why he was distracted. Even his voice was a little weird. He thought about it and said, "There is no one at home. Can you please come into the house to talk?"

"No, let them go to the cemetery to talk!" Wen Qian quickly shook her head.

If there was someone in my family, he might have agreed.

There is no one in my family, so he would never agree to it. The way I look... is really tempting!

Well, it turns out that he doesn’t think beautiful men have lustful thoughts, but he thinks that innocent and charming men all have lustful thoughts...

Why……

"Okay." Wen Cheng couldn't understand the various emotions of Wen Qian, who was nervous and sighed for a while. If he wasn't familiar with that handsome face that can make women fascinated, he would have doubted whether the person in front of him was a woman.

Because he chose the cemetery for his core, Wen Cheng was not interested. He was interested in whether Wen Xiucai, who never got close to others, would find his head there. That was better than the sun rising in the west and setting in the east.

Rare.

When the two came to the hill, they could see numerous tombs. The stone tablets had traces of time, the wooden plaques had long been rotted into the ground, and some were scattered on the ground. Even under the scorching sunshine of the summer moon, they could still see the east.

It was so depressed and gloomy.

Wen Qian saw Wen Cheng looking at a new tomb in a daze, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, "What am I looking at? Could it be that the people in that new tomb have something to do with me?"

"No." Wen Cheng frowned, and after a while he turned to look at Wen Qian: "I asked, are there any survivors in the graves in the hills of Wenjia Village?"

Wen Qian opened her mouth but didn't shut it up immediately. She looked at Wen Cheng with a probing look in her eyes, then raised her eyebrows and said lightly: "Yes, maybe not!"

"Nuke?" Wen Cheng looked at Wen Qian carefully.

"bite!"

Wen Qian snapped her fingers, pointed to a stone tablet, and said, "I haven't seen that stone tablet. On it is written the tomb of the late husband Wen Daxing. His wife Jia specially built this tomb for future generations to worship."

Wen Cheng suddenly turned bright red and said, "Did I say that someone died there as a foreigner, or the body could not be found? Some clothes were used to set up a grave in the coffin, and there was more than one empty grave. Who knows whether they are dead or not?"

Wen Qian smiled lightly and said: "Yes, even if someone fakes his death, he is still dead in the eyes of his relatives. Otherwise, who would set up a tombstone? Can such a person live and die? He gave up the person who was cruel to him, and he also

Anyone who gives up on his cruelty is essentially dead."

"Haha, no...just a dead person!" Wen Cheng sneered, his eyes slightly red.

Wen Qian looked at Wen Cheng, who was so weird and profound, and felt strange. She pursed her lips and said, "I..."

"He's fine. Thank me, brother Aqian." Wen Cheng raised his leg to stop Wen Qian's words. Yong Ou returned to his gentle, courteous and elegant temperament and asked: "Aqian, what do I want to do with Mingyue?"

Wen Qian saw that Wen Cheng had calmed down all his leaked emotions so quickly, and she felt that there was something unusual about him. It seemed that she had not found the wrong person.

"Ah Cheng, he wants to ask me to be his counselor to help him achieve hegemony!"

"Help me achieve hegemony?" Did Wen Zhikuma hear something funny? He had a straight little mouth with clear outlines and slightly parted red lips, revealing a pair of straight teeth as red as snow: "Why do I think he wants to obey orders?" Me, instead of me taking orders from him?"

He goes and he hears something!

That guy Wen Cheng is really a big-tailed wolf, he hides deep enough!

"Based on my status as a scholar?"

"Why don't you rely on my charming skills? Do it to Mr. Yulang!"

Wen Qian looked at Wen Cheng's beautiful and charming red phoenix eyes with a bit of confusion and a domineering air.

At that moment, he was so arrogant and domineering!

She didn't know if she should wonder if there was something wrong with her eyes or if she was experiencing auditory hallucinations in her ears!

"If nothing is wrong, he will leave!" Wen Cheng looked at Wen Qian who was in a daze, with a trace of contempt on his lips, and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Wen Qian stopped in front of Wen Cheng, with a faint murderous intent in her black eyes: "I actually know whether he fucked Mr. Yulang, so am I afraid that he will kill me?"

"Kill him?" Wen Cheng smiled contemptuously: "What should I use to kill him? My charm? Then I have overestimated my own strength!"

Having said that, Wen Cheng glanced at Wen Qian in the east and said calmly: "Can the sound of my flute affect him? I didn't carry the Yuping Liandi with me, so... what should I... use to kill him?" ……he!"

The last sentence carries a provocative drawl and emphasis.

Huh? The original owner not only used charm to kill enemies!

Very weapons, jade screen and flute?

What is that stuff? Why hasn't he seen it before?

Wen Qian put aside her thoughts, her dark eyes glowed coldly, indifferently and distantly: "A Cheng, I was wrong, his best skill is to defeat the enemy with one move!"

When Wen Cheng heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly and he immediately became defensive.
Chapter completed!