Male protagonist, you are targeting the wrong person

When Yan Wenmo stood in front of the Jiang Mansion in plain clothes and ordered his servants to inform the head of the Jiang family of his visit, the male protagonist Jiang Wenbai was skipping classes at the time.

He lay on the fork of a big tree somewhere in Jiang's family, staring blankly at the sky through the light and shadow of the branches and leaves.

His father Jiang Zhenyun hired eighteen teachers for him. The first seventeen had already run away, and the last one probably won't be able to keep him for a few more days. However, he himself didn't seem to care about this.

What he was concerned about was another thing, which was something particularly magical he had recently seen in a book.

The book said that people have spiritual roots, and people with spiritual roots can practice immortality. Not only can they go to heaven and earth and be omnipotent, they can also live to be a hundred years old and be immortal.

Going up to the sky and down to the earth?! Immortality?! These things are much more interesting than those in the books. Especially when he looked at the white clouds floating in the sky and thought of the descriptions in the books, he felt extremely surprised?!

Can people fly freely in the sky like clouds? If so, what would it feel like? ! But just as he was daydreaming, he suddenly heard the gentle voice of his cousin calling him:

"Brother Wenbai, I heard someone is coming from the capital. It's a very beautiful sister. My uncle asked me to take you there quickly."

Hearing this, a trace of impatience flashed across Jiang Wenbai's face, who had originally looked very contented. He then jumped directly from the tree branch and landed steadily on the ground.

Perhaps it was because he jumped too fast from the tree, and as soon as he landed, he brought down a pile of leaves.

He touched the top of his cousin's hair which barely reached his chest, and sighed helplessly:

"Dad is such a fool. He wants me to meet every cat and dog that comes to our house. What's so good about them? Aren't they just people?!"

The cousin blinked her eyes when she heard this, and said with a look of longing and admiration:

"But that sister is really beautiful, just like... just like..."

After frowning and thinking for a while, the cousin realized belatedly that her vocabulary was limited. She glanced around and saw the lotus pond in the yard, so she pointed to the brightly blooming lotus in the pond and said:

“As beautiful as that flower”

Seeing his cousin's expression of admiration and envy, Jiang Wenbai sneered and said sarcastically:

"No matter how beautiful it is, it can't compare to the ones in the sky. That's what is called real beauty. Flowers... they are just vulgar things."

Upon hearing this, the cousin glared at Jiang Wenbai angrily and ran away. It seemed that she was really angry.

Perhaps it was because he particularly yearned for the fairy-like pictures depicted in the books that Jiang Wenbai felt that everything he saw was vulgar. The necessities of life were vulgar, as were music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Brocade and silk were vulgar, and people were naturally vulgar among vulgar things. There was nothing special about them.

Because she had to pretend to be sick, Yan Wenmo abandoned her original brightly colored dresses and chose a more plain-colored moon-white mermaid silk long skirt.

The dress is so plain, so the headwear cannot be fancy. Therefore, a simple bun with light blue glass beads and silver rose hairpins will look good.

A plain and slightly pale face, a simple and uncomplicated dress, a physique that looks as weak as a willow and gasps for air after every few steps, and no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look healthy.

Yan Wenmo, who was extremely satisfied with his deliberate dressing, entered the Jiang Mansion under the respectful guidance of the Jiang family's servants.

At this time, Jiang Zhenyun and his wife, who were sitting in the main seat of the reception room, were still extremely nervous. Perhaps Yan Wenmo's attempt to have someone say bad things about him had worked, so Jiang Yueyang was particularly worried. If his daughter-in-law who had not yet married got angry, how would he handle it without losing his manners? !

After thinking for a long time, he still had no clue. He sighed and thought to himself that he should just take it one step at a time.

As soon as I finished my thoughts, I saw a delicate and weak figure following a servant, walking slowly towards me.

The woman was wearing a plain dress and her hair accessories were extremely simple, but even so, her whole demeanor was so noble and elegant that it was not something that could be cultivated by a small family.

But she seemed to be in poor health and had to rest after walking a few steps. Because of her good looks, the servant did not seem impatient, but waited for the girl with extra patience.

When he got closer, Jiang Zhenyun could see the girl's face clearly. Although she was young, she was very beautiful.

She bowed gracefully and reservedly, and then spoke softly:

"Yan Qingshuang, daughter of Yan Wenhe, pays respects to Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang"

After hearing this, Jiang Zhenyun was stunned for a while, thinking that this girl was not as arrogant as the rumors said. Then he saw Yan Qingshuang's pale face and weak posture, and couldn't help but said with a complicated expression:

“No need to be polite, no need to be polite, niece Qingshuang, you have come all the way from the capital, but... what’s the important matter?!”

He didn't think that his niece was here to fulfill the engagement. Although the girl did look different from the rumors, those rumors were not necessarily groundless. Moreover, he had heard from others in recent days that she was spoiled and arrogant. It seemed that this marriage was most likely a failure.

Hearing this, Yan Wenmo coughed lightly a few times, and the handkerchief he used to wipe his mouth became a little redder. Seeing this, Jiang Yueyang felt his heart skip a beat and he felt very anxious.

After Yan Wenmo coughed for a while, he looked weak and spoke with great difficulty:

"It is an important matter, and it is an important matter. Qingshuang came here this time... for... for the engagement with Mr. Jiang."

She spoke intermittently, and she seemed to be holding her breath. Seeing this, Jiang Zhenyun couldn't bear to see her standing any longer, so he pointed to a chair beside her and said:

"Niece Qingshuang, please sit down and talk slowly. We have something to discuss."

As soon as she heard the discussion, Yan Wenmo knew something was going to happen. She thanked Jiang Yueyang obediently, then sat on a stool beside her, panting weakly. After a long while, she spoke weakly:

"Qingshuang has heard her parents talk about the engagement with Mr. Jiang since she was a child. Although she has never met him, she still has some yearning in her heart."

When she said this, she coughed violently again. Seeing this, the maid who had been silent behind her took out a spittoon and handed it to Yan Wenmo very skillfully.

Yan Wenmo skillfully spat out a mouthful of thick bloody phlegm, and then took a sip of tea handed to him by the maid on the other side to rinse his mouth.

As a lady of a wealthy family, Yan Qingshuang naturally had several maids around her. And ever since she had the idea of ​​faking illness to break off the engagement, Yan Wenmo had been coughing and spitting blood from time to time.

And these maids also changed from their initial panic, surprise, fear and terror to their current state of being accustomed to it.

But Jiang Zhenyun was not used to it. This sickly body and the habit of vomiting blood anytime and anywhere made him feel that his niece was doomed to... not live long.

Although he thought so in his heart, Jiang Zhenyun also perfunctorily said:

"Wenbai actually thinks about you a lot."

Yan Wenmo smiled, but did not expose his perfunctory attitude, and continued to speak:

"But a few months ago, Qingshuang suddenly felt unwell and fainted. My father asked the imperial physician to see her, but the physician said that Qingshuang had an incurable disease that had already spread to her lungs and could not be cured. She was afraid that she would not live long."

At this point, she looked at Jiang Zhenyun pitifully, and smiled helplessly:

"Qingshuang knows that she has little luck, and she cannot bear the fact that Mr. Jiang will be accused of being a wife-killer in the future, so she has the courage to come here today to cancel the engagement, firstly to see how charming her fiancé is, and secondly to wish that Mr. Jiang will find another beautiful woman and live in harmony with her."

As soon as the words were spoken, Jiang Wenbai, with a lazy and impatient look, walked to the door of the reception room.