After being reborn as Wang Baochuan's sister, she decided not to persuade her

Chapter 22 Don’t want it

"Continue to investigate, and be sure not to alert the enemy." Wang Yinchuan said seriously.

Matters related to national security cannot be underestimated.

Wei Ting nodded, wiped his hand with a cloth that exuded a cold feeling, and said, "Okay."

Before marrying Wang Yinchuan, people in the military camp often joked that Pojun was Wei Ting's eldest wife. Later, when Wang Yinchuan married, Pojun came second and became a concubine. However, Weiting's love for her continued unabated, and she would spend every day with her.

I hold and wipe it before going to bed in the morning, which is more diligent than taking a shower by myself.

In the past few days, probably under Wang Yinchuan's persuasion, the old love has been revived, and the honor and favor have become more and more prosperous, and I even want to hold her in my arms all the time.

As he wiped it, he seemed to have thought of something, and said, "I heard that Madam went to the military camp today?"

"Gone." Wang Yinchuan didn't mean to be secretive. She could come and go freely in the military camp for more than a day or two. Now Wang Yun is in power in the court. He is so popular that no one can shake it. Now no one dares to stop him.

, there is no need to stop her from going to see Wei Feng.

Wei Ting wiped Po Jun's movements for a moment, then raised his head to meet her eyes that were as bright as stars, "Why are you suddenly interested in going to the military camp today?"

Wang Yinchuan took off his head full of pearls, looked at the dark and blurry face in the bronze mirror, and said, "Don't you have an spy? The guard followed me today, and you still don't know what I did?"

Wei Ting leaned the cleaned gun against the wall, walked to the dressing mirror, looked at her expression carefully, and said, "Madam, are you angry?"

Wang Yinchuan didn't even bother to take care of it. He put the removed hosta into his makeup package and picked up the wooden comb to straighten his hair.

Wei heard this, and flatteringly grabbed the small wooden comb from her hand. The wooden comb was carved with lifelike crabapple flowers and tied with black tassels. The wooden comb was not big, and Wang Yinchuan held it just right in his hand, but when it was in his hand, it became

Poor little one, Wei Ting laughed and said, "Don't be angry."

"It's normal for me to have an informant in the army. After all, I have been on the battlefield and am familiar with military books. If I didn't have this little scheming, wouldn't I have died on the battlefield long ago?"

He seemed to think of something, then paused and said, "Isn't my wife most eager for me to be more thoughtful? Why am I still unwilling now?"

Wei Ting picked up the comb and did not dare to use force. He only dared to comb it gently and gently for her. While combing it, he carefully looked at Wang Yinchuan's expression in the bronze mirror.

The room was silent.

Wang Yinchuan said, "Then why are you asking? You are not satisfied after knowing my whereabouts?"

"When I left home and came home, what did I say, what did I do, which action, which sentence could escape your eyes?"

She glanced at him without any trace of emotion, which clearly contained no emotion, but made Wei Ting a little nervous. He secretly hid the fallen hair and said, "My lady's words are true."

"Serious words?" Wang Yinchuan chewed these two words carefully, smiled and said nothing.

She stretched out her hand, took the wooden comb from Wei Ting's hand, placed it on the dressing table, turned and walked towards the bed.

Wei Ting followed closely behind and said, "Madam, please don't be angry anymore. It's me who's talking too much. You did go to see Wei Feng today. I'm just...somewhat..."

After talking for a long time, he didn't say anything about it.

Wang Yinchuan turned around, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Since you know, don't ask any more questions. Also, if you don't want to sleep, just go to the study to handle official business."

Wei Ting said immediately, "No, no, I want to sleep, I want to sleep."

Wang Yinchuan did not just go to see Wei Feng today. She had not been to the military camp for a long time. She said she was going to see Wei Feng, but she still didn't go out of her way to see him. There was just one more thing that worried her.

Wang Yinchuan thought about it for a long time. The moon was shining in the middle of the night and the cold wind blew through. She frowned, stood up, and blew out the lamp.

——

Wujiapo, a beggar's den.

There is a small table with a pot of wine and several dishes on it, and four people are sitting around the table.

The loess walls formed a wall, and thatch covered the roof. The beggars were dressed in tattered clothes. The leader was wearing tattered clothes that had been mended for an unknown number of years. There was a stick at his feet. Although his face had been vicissitudes of life, there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

His hair was scattered and as dry as thatch, but he had a steady look in his eyes. He was obviously the leader of a beggar.

Brother Beggar raised the wine glass in his hand, looked at the scholar-swordsman in front of him gratefully, and said, "I would also like to thank Brother Xue for getting rid of the bandits in Qinglong Village. Otherwise, how could we old, weak, sick and disabled beggars be here?

Eat wine and beg in peace in Chang'an City?"

The two people around also raised their glasses, and the three of them raised their glasses together and toasted.

In front of them, although Xue Pinggui was down and out, he was dressed in neat robes, his hair was tied into a bun on top of his head, and a wooden hairpin was inserted in it. He was a gentle, elegant and handsome young man.

He raised the wine glass in his hand, without any hint of the arrogance of a scholar, and said humbly to a few people, "Brother Beggar, thank you. If everyone hadn't helped me, how could I have defeated Qinglong Village by myself?"

Brother Beggar looked at him with a smile and said, "Brother, you are too humble. You are still very powerful in martial arts. Without you, we would not be able to defeat Qinglong Village."

"My dear brother, I don't know. A few years ago, Qinglong Village was a group of refugees who escaped from Jade City. They burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil along the way until they reached the mountain northwest of Wujiapo. They set up camp there. Naturally, they did not dare to go there.

They were doing evil in the city. Later, when they learned that we were in Chang'an, they only robbed us of the money we had begged for. If we resisted or were given less, they would beat us and scold us."

As the beggar brother spoke, he looked at the stick placed next to his leg, a branch that looked like a cane. After polishing, it turned into a cane that supported his sick body every day. "My right leg is called Qinglongzhai."

The leader of the village was beaten to death. Alas, the beggars are all old, weak, sick and disabled. If you have a pair of good hands and feet, who would be willing to be reduced to a beggar? Isn't that why you come here because there is no other way to survive?

When I became a beggar, I didn’t expect that even if I were a beggar, I would still have to be bullied. The people in Qinglong Village are all a group of strong men in their prime. How could we dare to resist? After resisting, we were beaten to death and dumped in the wilderness."

"These past few years have been like this. Fortunately, dear brother, you led us to a victory a few days ago. If it weren't for you, I really don't know who could have saved us people from misery! The court doesn't care about anything, as long as it's not you.

We did not harass the people, and we did not pay attention to this matter. We are the only ones who suffer."

Brother Beggar drank one cup after another. The oppression he had suffered over the past few years was dissipated at this moment. His heart was filled with joy. When he looked at Xue Pinggui, he felt like he was seeing his living parents, and he burst into tears of gratitude.

Speaking of the depth of love, the three beggars on the table hugged each other and burst into tears.

Xue Pinggui took the wine glass and said, "Brother beggar, don't be sad anymore."

(End of chapter)