Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The door of the Chen family was wide open, and two rows of burly men accompanied Yin Wenjiao's carriage and slowly entered. Yin Yuan rode a white horse and followed them. He glanced at Chen Guangrui who was waiting beside him, and his face was as cold as jade: "Master Chen's eyes are dark, it seems that you didn't sleep well last night?"

Chen Guangrui tried to keep a gentle smile: "You are joking, my Lord. It is inevitable that your throat will be dry when you wake up in the morning. How about you go with me to drink a cup of fragrant tea to moisten your throat first?"

Yin Yuan turned to the car window and asked, "Sister, do you want to go back to your room to clean up first, or go have some tea first?"

Wen Jiao said, "Of course we'll go drink tea first. Brother Yuan, you don't know that Grand Secretary Chen's tea is a rare commodity. I haven't had the honor to drink it many times. Today, I have to rely on you."

The tone sounded full of resentment. It seemed that I would have to say some soft words to appease him later, Chen Guangrui thought.

In order to appease the resentment of the siblings, Chen Guangrui took out all the good tea from the bottom of the box. The faint tea mist swirled around the rim of the cup, like a green lotus that kept opening and closing.

"This tea was given by the Dragon King of Hongjiang. It has the wonderful effect of moistening the lungs and nourishing the body. Mantangjiao, you have always been weak, and drinking this tea is perfect for you." Chen Guangrui spoke politely, looking at Wen Jiao with a loving look, "If you like it, I'll ask Nenghong to send it to your room."

Wen Jiao lowered her eyes and drank tea without saying a word. In the past few days since she came here, the thing she was most uncomfortable with was drinking tea. No matter what kind of good tea leaves, they had to be ground into powder, and even salt had to be added before drinking, making Wen Jiao feel that she was not drinking tea, but drinking soup. Especially at this moment, what she was drinking was a bowl of bitter soup filled with Chen Guangrui's regret medicine.

Yin Yuan didn't buy it either. He just took a sip and stacked the teacups: "We've had our tea, now it's time to talk business. My sister's dowry list is here, we'll check it one by one and then take it away. We won't waste a moment of your time, Mr. Chen."

Chen Guangrui's eyes suddenly moistened as he looked at Wen Jiao, his voice slightly choked with sobs: "Mantang Jiao, I was confused before. When I thought of another man being your husband, I became jealous and angry, and I was temporarily trapped in a demon barrier. I didn't consider your feelings and treated you coldly. This is also a self-destruction. If I didn't love you deeply, I would never do this."

"As for the two concubines, they are just toys to serve people. I saw that my colleagues had them at home, so I bought them home to enrich the backyard. They are young and ignorant, and their family backgrounds are poor, so you need to teach them well. If you really don't like them, give them away or sell them, it's all up to you. If you are impatient to raise the child, give it away after it is born. In the final analysis, you and I are the husband and wife, and a night of marriage is a hundred days of grace. We also have Jiang Liuer, this child, for his face, for his face..." At the end, two tears squeezed out. Chen Guangrui was originally a handsome and handsome man, and he looked so miserable in such an attitude that any woman with a soft heart would feel distressed.

Wen Jiao smiled.

Are you playing the victim? You are jealous, you are right, and all the hardships are yours, while the heartless one is Yin Wenjiao who was forced to hang herself? If you use this set of words in a modern online post, the central idea can be directly summarized as "Although I despise my wife for being dirty, I cheated on her, and I spent my wife's money, is it right for me to be raped by a gangster? Now she has attempted suicide and wants a divorce, but I am so generous that I still want to save this marriage. I am so pitiful and need your support."

In Yin Wenjiao's memory, she had fought back against Chen Guangrui's suppression. When they set out from Chang'an to Hongzhou, Chen Guangrui wanted to dismiss Yin Wenjiao's people and only take his own bookboy with him. Yin Wenjiao felt that it was inappropriate and discussed with him with a smile: "A poor family is rich on the road, and it is easier to deal with all kinds of things. For example, accommodation, boats, food and drink, your bookboy is so young, he must be exhausted."

Unexpectedly, Chen Guangrui held her hand, his eyes full of disappointment: "Mantangjiao, it's because your husband is not doing his best that you have to suffer."

That's not what I meant. Yin Wenjiao was about to explain when Chen Guangrui interrupted her: "You are the daughter of a nobleman. You have been living a life of luxury since childhood. You have been driven by noble horses and maids. You don't know the customs of the common people. When your husband went to Beijing to take the imperial examination, he didn't even have a carriage. He only brought his servant with him. He walked across thousands of mountains and rivers by himself. Wasn't it smooth sailing? Don't look at my young age, but I am very knowledgeable and smart."

But you are an official now, different from the students who took the exams in the past. When a person becomes rich, he will inevitably be haunted by that little devil, and it is hard to guard against him. The so-called pomp and circumstance is not necessarily for the pursuit of enjoyment, but a necessary deterrent. What if... Yin Wenjiao opened her mouth to argue, but was interrupted by Chen Guangrui again, with a very doting tone: "Well, your husband knows that you can't bear hardships. It's really a torture to live this hard life with me. You can bring as many people as you want. You are so spoiled, fortunately you married me."

What else could Yin Wenjiao say? If she insisted on bringing people with her, she would be seen as a spoiled child who could not endure hardships, and would make her husband who loved her compromise. Yin Wenjiao could only express her attitude: "My husband's arrangement is very good, I will listen to him."

Yin Wenjiao was a good girl, she didn't even realize she was being tricked by him, but Wenjiao was absolutely immune to it. She raised her eyelids and said, "For Jiang Liuer's sake?"

If I remember correctly, when you were resurrected and saw Xuanzang's bald head, your expression was full of disgust. When Xuanzang wanted to return to Buddhism to continue his practice, Yin Wenjiao, the mother, cried like a tearful person, and you, the father, didn't feel reluctant at all. At this time, you remembered your son.

Nodding, Wen Jiao sneered: "Then tell me, for my son's sake, what should we do?"

Chen Guangrui was startled when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at her carefully. She was dressed solemnly today, with only two tiny lapis lazuli hairpins adorning her dark bun, and her dark green skirt made her look extremely calm and clear, which was very different from her silent and resentful appearance in the past. She looked as sharp as a sword about to be unsheathed.