The correct way to open Chenyuan Lively and Fragrant

119 Regret

Changes happened suddenly, one after another, Wen Jingchang took a while to react, and sent someone to chase An Yichen out again.

Tweety helped Bai Songxian to look at the blood on the ground that was stained by the rain, neither of them could believe what happened before them.

Wen Shixuan cried all the way, and stopped when he reached the tomb of Ning Peishan; hugging the tombstone, tears streaming down his face.

Wen Shixuan cried for a while, then stood up suddenly, put the sword on his neck, and shouted: "Sister Shan! You and mother are waiting for me! I'm here to reunite with you—"

"Stop!" An Yichen, who had been following earlier, flew forward and snatched the sword from Wen Shixuan's hand.An Yichen raised his hand, the sword flew out, and was nailed to a nearby tree with a chop sound, the blade trembling endlessly.

Wen Shixuan's facial features were tangled together, the rain, tears, and nose were all mixed up, and he said sadly: "Brother, please don't stop me! Just let me go find Peishan!"

An Yichen slapped Wen Shixuan hard: "Cowardly! You are not even afraid of death, don't you have the courage to reform yourself?"

Wen Shixuan cried sadly: "Pei Shan is dead! Mother is gone too! What's the point of my life?"

An Yichen: "You still have a son! Didn't you say you should raise him well?"

Wen Shixuan shook his head: "Father is right! I am not worthy to be Changzhi's father! Not worthy!"

An Yichen put his arms around Wen Shixuan's shoulders, and softened his tone: "Shixuan, you are born of Erniang, you always feel that you have no place in the family, so you are eager to prove that you are the best heir of the Wen family, you hope Wen Shixuan The family can enter its heyday in your hands, for this reason you did not hesitate to take risks and practice magic incense secretly!"

Wen Shixuan lowered his eyes and sobbed with his body trembling, and nodded slightly.

An Yichen tightened the hand holding Wen Shixuan's shoulder: "But you never thought that your identity as the devil king would be exposed by the Japanese, and you were forced to join the Japanese because you were afraid of hurting the Wen family..."

An Yichen supported his shoulders on both sides, and let Wen Shixuan face himself: "Yes, you have done a lot of wrong things, but the best way for you to atone for your sins is to live well and work with everyone to find a way to thwart the ambitions of the Japanese Incense Society. ..."

Wen Shixuan said dejectedly: "Brother, I'm sorry, I really can't forgive myself! Pei Shan died, and I realized how much I love her and how important she is to me! Now that my mother is dead, the most beautiful woman in the world Those who love me are gone...it's too late...it's too late..."

An Yichen: "It's not too late! Peishan has been waiting for the day when you turn back!"

"Yeah, I know she's been waiting for me, so I'm going down to find her..." Wen Shixuan said in a daze, then stood up suddenly, pushed An Yichen away, and rushed towards the little tree with the sword in it, wanting to Pull the sword from the tree.

An Yichen rushed forward and pulled Wen Shixuan by the collar, then dragged him back and threw him out.

Wen Shixuan fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

An Yichen grabbed Wen Shixuan by the collar, squatted beside him and said coldly: "Don't you hate the Japanese Chamber of Commerce that brought you to such a situation? Do you have the face to go down and face Peishan and Erniang? Listen! Your Erniang bought her life in exchange for her life, you live for me, destroy the ambitions of the Japanese chamber of commerce, avenge them, and then die! Otherwise, they won’t see you when you go down to the underworld!”

Wen Shixuan looked at An Yichen in a daze.

Seeing that Wen Shixuan had calmed down, An Yichen said softly, "What's more...Pei Shan is not dead! If you die, you will never see her again!"

Wen Shixuan was startled, then shook his head: "No, you lied to me..."

An Yichen said solemnly: "Peishan is really not dead! That day Peishan was too sad and distressed to cause premature delivery, coupled with excessive blood loss, causing retrograde flow of Qi and blood, respiratory and cardiac arrest, this is called "fake death" in medicine Phenomena. Thanks to the Japanese doctor’s disregard of Xiaoya Taro’s orders, and saved Peishan’s life, I was able to give Peishan acupuncture at important points all over the body in time, and then combined with Ning’s family’s collection of Huiyang Rescue Nixiang, and finally Pulled her back from the brink of death."

Wen Shixuan couldn't help breaking his tears into a smile: "Really, really?"

Then he asked suspiciously: "But... Didn't Ning Zhiyuan hold a funeral... Did Pei Shan be buried?"

An Yichen: "That's to deceive people. The Japanese want to kill Peishan to divide the Wenning family. Now only by making Xiao Yataro mistakenly believe that Peishan is really dead, can Peishan be protected from harm."

Wen Shixuan still looked at An Yichen with some disbelief.

An Yichen smiled: "Why did Zhiyuan not tell you where Peishan's tomb is? You can only pay homage to Peishan's tomb here?"

Wen Shixuan: "He... hates me?"

An Yichen shook his head: "Because he is afraid that you will dig the grave!"

Wen Shixuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized, with an excited smile on his face: "Brother! Where is Peishan? I...I'll pick her up right away! I will kneel down and beg her until she is willing to forgive me!"

An Yichen: "Don't get too excited, now is not the time to see her, you and I are likely to be under the surveillance of the Japanese, Peishan is hidden in a very safe place by us, but she is still very healthy. Weakness, for the sake of her safety, we must not miss her whereabouts, so we must hold our breath. Let's go back to the mansion to deal with your mother's funeral, and I will find another opportunity to take you to see Peishan..."

Wen Shixuan nodded sharply, a slight firmness appeared on his disheartened and desperate face, and hope shone brightly in his eyes.

Wen Jingchang, dressed in plain clothes, and Bai Songxian, An Yichen, Wen Shixuan and others offered incense and paper money to Liang Ruyi in the hall of Wenfu, which was arranged as a mourning hall.

Xiao Yataro led two warriors and walked in carrying a large basket of chrysanthemums, followed by the servant of the Wenfu who was pressed down by other warriors and could not break free.

Xiao Yataro bowed slightly, and waved his hand to indicate the action of the warrior holding the chrysanthemum: "Hearing that the second wife passed away unfortunately, Xiao Yataro is deeply saddened. I also wish Master Wen and Master Wen Second Masters condolences!"

Two warriors stepped forward and placed a large basket of chrysanthemums in front of the mourning hall.

Wen Jingchang glanced at the chrysanthemum, then at Xiao Yataro, and said coldly with disdain: "Hmph, the cat cries and the mouse pretends to be merciful!"

Xiao Yataro was not angry, and smiled casually: "Your residence is having a funeral, and Xiaoya Taro shouldn't bother you. But everyone knows that the Wenfu is the home of Confucian merchants, and it has always valued credibility the most. My lord Master Wen has to accept the contract signed by Japan Incense Club and Young Master Wen Er, right? Why don’t we go through the formalities for the transfer of 51% of Wen’s property right now?”

Wen Jingchang: "The dog has already reported this matter to me. Mr. Xiao Yataro, I'm sorry! This contract is an invalid contract at all!"

Xiao Yataro: "Invalid? Hehe, your son Wen Shixuan's name can be signed on the contract in black and white! As the heir of the Wen family, his signature is as valid as yours!"

Wen Shixuan came over suddenly: "Mr. Tailang, you don't understand our Chinese tradition. In our China, the first heir is the legitimate son born in the main wife, and I am just the bastard son born in the concubine. How can the signature represent Wen Shixuan?" Home?"

Xiao Yataro looked at Wen Shixuan, who suddenly turned against him, and suppressed his anger: "At that time, your elder brother had been missing for 12 years, and you were the only heir of the Wen family! How can you not count!"

Wen Shixuan: "It is true that my elder brother has been missing for 12 years, but there is still a tradition in China. Before the head of the family retires, all the power will only be held in the hands of one person. My father neither announced the death of the elder brother, nor appointed me as a writer. As the heir of Shixiangfang, I naturally have no right to use any shares!"

Xiaoya Taro gritted his teeth: "Wen Shixuan! You...! You lied to me!"

Wen Shixuan sneered and said, "Mr. Taro, calm down! At that time, I also thought that the eldest brother would not come back, it was not intentional! Besides, Mr. Taro has not lied to me very often? We are just mutual!"

Xiaoya Taro's eyes turned cold: "Wen Shixuan, don't forget! Xia Chan is still in my hands! Aren't you afraid of losing your reputation!"

Wen Shixuan said calmly: "Today I have been expelled from the Wen family genealogy, and my mother and dear wife have left me! I, Wen Shixuan, have nothing to be afraid of!"

Wen Shixuan raised his chest fearlessly and stared at Koya Taro.

Wen Jingchang took a step forward: "We have accepted the flower basket sent by Mr. Xiao Yataro. Butler, see off the guests!"

The butler stepped forward: "Mr. Koya Taro, please!"

Xiao Yataro sneered: "Wen Shixuan, don't be too happy! Even if your Wenfu escaped this catastrophe, did you save the flower industry and incense industry in Mowangling?"

Xiao Yataro led a group of samurai and walked away.

Wen Jingchang sighed: "Yichen, has Leyan found a way to cure flower plague?"

An Yichen shook his head: "Not yet... She has lost her sense of smell, and her sense of flowers is far less sensitive than before, so the progress is relatively slow..."

Everyone looked at each other with worried expressions.

Le Yan and Xiaoya Huizi, who had taken off her veil and restored her beauty, stood beside a large field of withered roses.Xiaoya Huizi plucked a withered rose and was talking to Le Yan in a low voice.Le Yan nods and nods slightly.

Xiaoya Keiko: "You don't have to thank me. I'm just telling you some ideas of our Japanese Incense Association's research on treating flower plague. Whether you can find a specific and effective method to treat flower plague in the end depends on you!"

Le Yan: "No, Sister Huizi, I still want to thank you. You have provided a lot of useful information, taught me a lot, and made up for my lack of a good nose. With your identity, I can do this The situation is really not easy, Sister Keiko, you are my best best friend!"

Le Yan took Xiaoya Huizi's hand, smiled shyly, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Xiaoya Huizi's eyes were watery, and she said warmly: "I also want to thank you. You let me understand that only by breaking through my own limitations can I become a real perfumer. It is you who helped me overcome the contradictions in my heart, thank you You, you will always be the first place in my heart!"

Among the rose bushes, Le Yan happily looked at Xiaoya Huizi.

Le Yan couldn't help but raised her hand to touch Xiaoya Huizi's cheek: "Sister Huizi, you are in such a good condition now, you can tell from the look in your eyes, now you only have flowers in your eyes and flowers in your heart... Really... so beautiful Ah! If you are a flower, you are the most beautiful one!"

Xiaoya Huizi narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly, raised her hand and pinched Le Yan's nose: "Little head! I don't remember anything, but I didn't forget what I said about my sister!"

Le Yan withdrew her hand, stuck out her tongue embarrassingly.

Xiaoya Huizi was full of smiles, but suddenly closed her eyes at the next moment, showing a little helplessness and melancholy: "Okay, Le Yan, it's time for me to go back, I wish you good luck."

Xiaoya Huizi handed the withered roses to Leyan's hands, turned around and walked away slowly.

Le Yan held the flowers and looked at the back of Xiaoya Huizi going away. Apart from reluctance, there seemed to be many inexplicable feelings.