Returning to Before Husband’s Castration

Chapter 11 You don’t come over

Wei Caiwei carried the lantern and led the wolf… No, she led the dead ghost husband into the room, put the lantern on the table, and lit another candle.

“I will sleep on this Lohan’s collapse tonight. I will go up and get the bedding.”

“Thank you.” Wang Daxia sat stiffly on the Arhat couch. It was obviously his wife’s dowry and the furniture that belonged to him, but he felt uncomfortable—not embarrassing uneasy, but the kind of ambiguous and excited uncomfortable.

This little widow must have taken a fancy to me!

Otherwise, why did she invite me to eat wontons at the first encounter, and she just served the bowl of her deceased husband?

Last night, I knocked on the drum at Shuntian Mansion’s Yamen, and she was the one who reminded me to pay attention to Lengjian.

Broker Chen repeatedly reminded her that I am an unreasonable ya inner, but she said that she compares me to the blockbuster King Chu Zhuang, who has been showing kindness to me all the time, and her eyes are all admiring eyes.

No one has ever treated me like this, she must have compassion for me…

Wang Daxia was thinking about it on the Luohan couch and had evil thoughts.

She took the initiative to open the door and asked me to come in, she gave me food, helped me pull my baggage, and also led me in and went to bed…

Wang Daxia bounced, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead.

He bent his elbows to wipe away the sweat, and the moment he looked up, he saw the tablet on the incense table in the house. The “spirit of the dead husband Wang Erlang” on the spiritual card was looming in the candlelight.

Isn’t it a coincidence? Her nephew husband is also surnamed Wang, who is also the second child.

It turns out that she was so good to me because of her empathy for the dead ghost husband. Is it possible that her dead ghost husband looks similar to me?

It turns out I am a stand-in.

Seeing the memorial tablet, Wang Daxia’s evil thoughts were fully effective, and he sat back on the Luohan bed.

But twisting left and right, unwilling, stood up again and whispered to the tablet: “It’s not that I want to come in, it’s your wife…she wants me to come in. Your surname is Wang, and my surname is Wang. You are the oldest. Two, me too, we are destined.”

Wang Daxia listened to the movement upstairs with her ears erected, and continued: “Brother, you must be a ghost. I have a curfew outside. I can’t go now. If someone sees me running out of a little widow’s house in the middle of the night, I am A prodigal, it doesn’t matter if there are too many lice, no worries about debts. But her reputation is damaged, I’m afraid she can’t stay in the capital, you know what I mean, I stay here to protect her reputation.”

Wang Daxia not only lied, he also lied to ghosts.

Find a good-sounding reason for yourself, and spend the night at the beautiful little widow’s house comfortably.

At the other end, Wei Caiwei carried a lantern on the second floor and opened the cage. Only then did she realize that she only had one set of quilt bed nets, and it was absolutely impossible for the fourteen-year-old Wang Daxia to sleep on the same bed with her.

In the previous life, she and Wang Daxia were married longer than Wang Daxia is now, so she just said instinctively to take the quilt down.

Now, let alone sleeping together, she, a widow, can’t give the quilt to the outside man to sleep.

But it’s coming, and I can’t go empty-handed. Wei Caiwei folded a winter coat as a pillow and hugged her own pillow.

Anyway, in summer, he can sleep without a mattress, just give him a pillow.

When Wang Daxia heard the movement of the stairs, she looked sideways and was stunned: But she saw a Su Yili with long hair and waist, holding a lantern in her right hand and a pillow in her left hand, and she was quite sleepy in spring.

Looking at the beauties under the light, the more you look, the more beautiful, the evil thoughts that have just been extinguished are resurrected.

Wang Daxia instantly recalled that in “The Story of the West Chamber” that he had seen in the Xiyuanzi, Cui Yingying held a pillow to meet Zhang Sheng at night, and the lyrics of the two people’s first meeting resounded in his mind:

“Shy Dada refused to raise her head and put her head on the mandarin pillow. The cloud bun seemed to be falling into a golden hairpin, but it should be Die’s bun crooked.”

“I will loosen this button and untie the thread… Why don’t I look back?”

When Wang Daxia was in a trance, Wei Caiwei put the pillow on the Luohan couch, “There is no extra bedding at home, you will just take out the clothes in your bag as a cover for one night.”

When Wang Daxia saw the half-old and not new pillow, she knew that the little widow used it herself.

Hugging a pillow in the middle of the night… Are you suggesting me? That’s how it is sung in the script.

At this time, Wang Daxia’s heart was aroused, and the young Adam’s apple rolled up and down, and his fingers touched the pillow, like a lead, igniting the invisible fireworks in his mind.

Wei Caiwei didn’t know that Wang Daxia made up a big show of Cui Yingying’s night meeting. At this time, with the candlelight and lantern, the two of them approached. Wei Caiwei noticed that the sleeve of his shirt had cut a big hole on his forearm. A scrape, still stained with moss dust and other things.

Wei Caiwei pointed to his wound and said, “Take off your dirty clothes, wash them, and put on clean ones. I will prepare some topical medicine. It is hot, and the wound will become foul and fester with dirt.”

At this time, the fireworks in Wang Daxia’s mind exploded into a burst, and Wei Caiwei was about to heal his injuries, but the focus of what he heard was “take off the clothes” and “wash it.”

Wang Daxia has been to a place like Hongxiuzhao, but he has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs run. In the middle of the night, the healing of lone men and women is definitely not pure healing!

The other party is a long-time little widow, and I and her dead ghost husband are somewhat similar, and they have empathy, so when they first met me, I was the only woman in the capital who thought I had the talent of the king of Chuzhuang.

After confirming the look in the eyes, the little widow started to have a good impression of me when they first met.

Wang Daxia flashed through the bits and pieces of getting along with the little widow tonight in his mind. From the moment he overcame the courtyard wall and fell, the little widow opened the door and asked him to enter. Every step was the little widow taking the initiative.

She gave me watermelon, brown sugar fried cake, invited me to sleep here tonight, gave me her pillow, asked me to take off my clothes and wash…

Why am I so stupid! The little widow is obviously thinking about me and thinking of me as her dead ghost husband. She recommended herself as a pillow for a spring breeze!

I’m too slow!

Of course she is a little widow who can’t speak directly, suggesting that I have so many times that I have only reacted to it now.

Such a good thing!

Wang Daxia immediately took off her shirt, went to the courtyard water tank to fill a bucket of water, rushed from head to toe, and smelled whether there was any strange odor under her armpits on both sides.

But as soon as the cold water rushed, Wang Daxia calmed down from his excitement. This little widow was a nice woman. She became ill due to love, and on impulse, she thought of me as her dead ghost husband and wanted the spring breeze for a while.

However, taking advantage of the crisis, taking advantage of a sad little widow, it seems wrong for me to do so.

The little widow saved my life after all.

I can’t because she can’t hold it for a while, causing her to fall into a dead end in the future.

I am a son of a thousand families, and there are thousands of knights in the family to inherit, and I cannot marry a small commoner widow as his wife.

Since you can’t marry her, you can’t touch her.

However, the little widow is so sultry, it’s a pity to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity…

Wang Daxia felt heaven and human beings/fighting, so she simply took another bucket of water and poured it under her belly button.

When Wei Caiwei prepared the medicine and carried it with the lantern, Wang Daxia was already asleep on the Luohan bed with her clothes covered, and there was a slight snoring sound.

Of course, Wang Daxia was pretending to be asleep. He thought it was a silent refusal, not only rejected the little widow, but also fulfilled each other’s face, so that when they got up the next day, the two could be treated as okay and still be friends.

Wei Caiwei burst into tears, and Wang Daxia fell asleep exactly like his last life. He and her slept with her for nearly 30 years. Their marriage age was twice as long as Wang Daxia’s current age, and his husband and wife were deeply in love.

For Wei Caiwei, Wang Daxia died four days ago. No matter how she cried to the dead ghost husband, the husband lying on the spiritual bed did not respond.

Now the fourteen-year-old husband is sleeping next to her.

Breathing is even, full of vigor, and even a strand of hair is full of vitality.

It’s good that he is not dead.

Wei Caiwei was worried that her husband’s wound would become pus, so she gently pulled away Wang Daxia’s quilt clothes, planning to roll up his sleeves and apply medicine to the abrasions on her upper arm.

But she just opened her clothes, and the snoring stopped immediately. Wang Daxia opened her eyes and immediately pulled her clothes under her neck, wrapped her body around her body, and huddled up into the bed. Shouted. If you think about your dead ghost husband, you can’t put me to sleep on your behalf. Be more sober and rein in the precipice. Don’t make mistakes again.”

The author has something to say: Let us shout together: Wash him! Wash him! Wash him!