Jeune Premier ministre, un ermite

Chapitre 38

Seeing this, Wei Zijun casually grabbed the blanket and threw it at her again, asking, "What have you been doing?"

"What do you want me to do?" Liu Yunde coldly took the blanket.

Upon hearing this, he became so angry that he reached out and grabbed whatever he could, throwing it away until he had nothing left around him.

"I just healed your injuries. If you get angry now, it could damage your internal organs." Liu Yunde couldn't help but chuckle at her agitated expression. "Why were you following me?"

"Knowing I won't tell, why are you still asking?" Wei Zijun tried to get up and leave, but found that her legs were unable to move. She was shocked. "What did you do to me?"

"I just don't want you to move around too much. I'll let you go once you're healed," Liu Yunde said calmly.

"What I'm injured is none of your business! Let me go!"

"You're my wife, of course I have to take care of you."

"What!? Who...who is your wife!?" Wei Zijun couldn't believe her ears.

"Having seen your body, I am naturally responsible for you."

Wei Zijun was furious. He really had a sense of responsibility. It seemed that this person was not just a simple pedant, but also the kind of person who was very rigid. No wonder he still wanted to seek revenge on Dieyun even after so much time had passed.

Wei Zijun angrily lay down, "I'm hungry! Since you won't let me leave, I'll eat you out of house and home."

Liu Yunde looked at her and, not expecting her to suddenly quiet down, went to the woodshed and took out two steamed buns, placing them in front of her.

"I don't eat this. I eat delicacies every day. Go to Juyunlou and buy it for me." Wei Zijun turned her head away from the steamed bun.

Liu Yunde didn't say anything, but glanced at her and blushed. He then walked away.

"You have no money, huh? If you can't afford to support me, then let me go!"

Seeing that he remained silent, just leaning against the corner of the table staring blankly at her chest, she couldn't bear it any longer and grabbed a steamed bun to throw at him.

The steamed bun landed right on his forehead. He reached out and caught the falling bun, but sighed, "A woman, why does she have to pretend to be a man? Those two big breasts must have suffered so much, sigh!"

Upon hearing this, she felt a surge of shame and flushed red. She grabbed another steamed bun and threw it at him.

Wei Zijun was so angry that she lay down with a thud, her hand touching her chest, which was pounding wildly with anger. As she touched it, she was startled to find that her movement had been too big, and the already loose collar of her clothes had been opened wide, exposing a large area of her chest. No wonder he was staring at her chest with ill intent. She wondered what he had seen.

She hurriedly pulled the blanket over her chest, turned her face away, and ignored the person.

"Why don't you take a nap first? What would you like to eat? I'll go buy it for you."

Upon hearing this, Wei Zijun turned her face away. "Stir-fried deer tongue, sturgeon, shark fin, and sea cucumber—that's all. Anything more would be a waste." I'd be unworthy of the Wei surname if I didn't fleece you.

"Alright, you wait here." Liu Yunde turned and walked out.

As soon as Liu Yunde left, Wei Zijun sat up, wondering how he had made her legs weak. It must have been drugs. She forced herself to get off the bed and rummaged around, hoping to find something to blackmail him with. After searching for a long time without finding anything, she lay down on the floor in disappointment.

Looking at the pillow on the table, I decided to go back to bed and recover first. This person didn't take advantage of me; he seemed like a gentleman, so I figured he wouldn't do anything to me.

Wei Zijun picked up the pillow and climbed onto the bed. As she put the pillow down, she suddenly heard something moving around inside. Curious, she immediately picked up the pillow and searched it.

The ceramic square pillow originated in the Sui Dynasty, and Dayu still uses this type of pillow. There must be something hidden in the huge space.

Finally, she found a square, ring-shaped crack on the side of her pillow. After much effort, she managed to pry open the square piece of porcelain. Inside, an old, thin booklet fell out.

It was a yellowed, thread-bound booklet with a cover in seal script, which Wei Zijun couldn't understand. She had practiced the calligraphy of many famous calligraphers, but she had never practiced seal script. As a result, she was proficient in regular script, clerical script, running script, and cursive script, but she didn't recognize seal script, and she couldn't write it.

Turning the pages, she found the script was still in seal script, but the human figures drawn on it revealed that it was a martial arts manual. Wei Zijun was overjoyed. She carefully hid the manual behind her waist, then climbed to the woodshed, picked up a stick, put it under her pillow, covered the porcelain shard back, and placed the pillow on the bed.

But the pillow was still too high, and she couldn't get used to it. Ever since she arrived here, she hadn't been able to adapt to the pillows here; she always slept on soft pillows at her master's place. Helpless, she had to go and fetch a blanket again, fold it up, and place it behind her head. After all that fuss, she was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

When Liu Yunde returned, he woke up Wei Zijun, reached out to check her pulse, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Get up and eat." He helped her up and opened the food box.

Wei Zijun peeked out and saw that none of the dishes she had ordered were available; there was only a plate of beef and a plate of stir-fried vegetables. She looked up at Liu Yunde and saw that his face was flushed with embarrassment, and she immediately felt sorry for him.

She wasn't the type to squander other people's money. Even though this person hurt her, it was his own fault for hurting her first. Perhaps he had some unavoidable reason for wanting to kill Dieyun. Maybe she could persuade him to give up the idea of killing Dieyun.

Seeing her quietly and gracefully pick up her chopsticks, Liu Yunde couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you angry?"

"What are you angry about?" Wei Zijun asked back.

"I didn't buy the vegetables you wanted. I asked, and they're too expensive. I don't want you to have a hard life with me in the future, so let's save some money and live frugally, haha."

"Cough—cough—" Wei Zijun choked on a mouthful of food and coughed violently.

"How could you be so careless? Eat more carefully, like a little kid!" Liu Yunde said, patting Wei Zijun's back gently.

Hearing these words, which sounded like coquettishness, gave me goosebumps and made me cough even more violently.

Liu Yunde hurriedly poured her a glass of water and helped her drink it.

Finally catching her breath, she remembered what she had just heard: "Who promised to spend their life with you?"

"I've seen you, so if you're not going to be with me, who will you be with?" Liu Yunde asked in surprise.

"I've seen it, so you don't need to take responsibility. Just let me go."

"You don't mind?" Liu Yunde was clearly surprised.

"I don't mind, I mind you locking me up here. Let me go back!" Wei Zijun felt like she was talking to a brick wall. He probably imagined a woman whose body was being openly stared at would be ready to kill herself.

Liu Yunde suddenly felt a little disappointed. "You should eat first," he said, and then walked out.

Looking at his back as he stood outside the door, I felt a pang of pity. "Liu Yunde! Come here."