Chapter 81 Moon's story

After dinner, Wang Jiacheng returned to the bedroom with Yue'er in his arms. Because she drank a little wine during dinner, under the light, two red clouds hung slightly on Yue'er's face, she looked so beautiful and coquettish.The more Wang Jiacheng looked at it, the more itchy his heart became, his tongue became dry, and he couldn't wait to push Yue'er down on the soft bed.Yue'er gently pushed him away. "Well, master, don't worry. Tell me, how many women have you had before?" Yue'er asked coquettishly. "Yo, you're jealous too? Don't worry about the past, tonight, I'm the only one."

"What about after that? How many more will you marry?" "I won't marry anymore, you are enough." "You dote on me so much, what about Madam?" "Her? Since she got married, she has never slept with me. Let her go to hell!" "It's a weird person to marry you but not have sex with you." "Okay, don't mention her, now that I have you, I don't bother to take care of her!" "Oh, you men, it's not a good thing to forget the old love when you have a new love! Hee——" Yue'er blew into Wang Jiacheng's ear coquettishly, then covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly.Wang Jiacheng felt that all the bones in his body were brittle, so he rushed forward and kissed her wildly on the face.For a time, the room was full of spring, and the aroma of rouge spread everywhere, making people want to be drunk.

However, an accident happened suddenly! When he was confused and infatuated, Wang Jiacheng suddenly felt a chill in his chest and slipped off the bed.He lowered his head slowly, and was shocked to see that there was a thin and narrow dagger stuck in his chest, even without a handle. He raised his head abruptly, and asked in a trembling voice: "You...why did you kill me?" As he spoke, he staggered to his feet, screamed in despair, and fell to the ground again. Yue'er took a few steps back, although her eyes were very cold, her expression was very tense, as if she was not facing a dying person, but a terrifying monster.

"Why? Don't you remember the good deed you did eighteen years ago?" "Eighteen years ago? I...I don't remember anything." Wang Jiacheng's face showed confusion, but behind the confusion was a growing youthfulness. "Since I don't remember, well, let me tell you a story——" Eighteen years ago, a young drug dealer went to the capital to sell medicinal materials. On the way, he encountered bandits. Not only did he lose all his goods and money, but he almost lost his life.Fortunately, Zhao Yuchen, the Minister of the Household Department at that time, passed by there, rescued him, and placed him in the Shangshu Mansion.

In a flash, he lived in Shangshu Mansion for a year. Zhao Shangshu saw that he was a good-looking talent, capable man, well-read poetry and books, and what was even more difficult was that he had the unique skill of alchemy, so he recruited him as his wife and betrothed his only daughter to him.Later, when the emperor heard about his talent, he asked him to enter the palace as an alchemist and cooperate with the imperial doctor to refine the elixir of immortality for the emperor.In order to please the emperor, he frantically used his own family as an experiment. As a result, more than a hundred members of Zhao Shangshu's family died strangely overnight, including his wife who had just given birth to a baby.

After a pause, Yue'er shouted hoarsely: "That despicable, shameless, animal-faced, conscienceless person is you, Wang-Jia-Cheng!" After hearing Yue'er's story, Wang Jiacheng's expression changed suddenly. He looked at the gnashing woman in front of him, and shouted in horror: "You... who are you?" Yue'er smiled miserably, but didn't answer. At this time, Mrs. Wang's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Do you still remember the baby girl Zhao Yingsheng (Miss Zhao) gave birth to one month before her death?" As the voice fell, Mrs. Wang appeared at the door, followed by four A stout servant girl, each holding a sword in his hand.

At this moment, although Mrs. Wang's face was still as indifferent as ever, there were two flames burning and beating in her eyes, an indescribable horror. "Yue'er, that baby girl who escaped a catastrophe! Am I right?" Her eyes full of resentment stared straight at Yue'er, waiting for her answer. At this time, Yue'er was completely stunned. She looked at Mrs. Wang in astonishment, as if what she saw was the most unbelievable thing in the world. It took a while for her to come to her senses, "That's right, I... I am the baby girl that Zhao Yingsheng gave birth to one month before her death. But, all this... how do you know?"

Suddenly, an uncontrollable sadness gushed out from Mrs. Wang's face, and she said sadly: "Of course I know, do you still remember Shen Ma?"