"Wife, I want to eat meat” 《娘子，我要吃肉》Chapter 35

Xia Fen’s treasured knife was the real thing.

He had previously gone into the sea and used that small knife to stab blind the eyes of a whale, and used it to deal with new soldiers who had provoked him before, even more times, he used it to cut apart chicken butts using the not too big not too small knife as a fork. Xia Fen had never thought before, such a multifunctional small knife would be used by his own birth father to stab into his own stomach, blood flowing to the ground.

The stunned small leopard, his little eyes round and bulging, not in the right state of mind.

Wang Yun Feng was half supported up by Xia Ling Mei, he glimpsed at Xia Fen: “Come here.”

Xia Fen did not move.

Wang Yun Feng gasped in a breath, a bit more strictly: “Fen Er, come here.”

He was undoubtedly a feeble scholar, aged thirty the only martial arts he had mastered was hitting pressure points, he was most adept at criticising people, he could admonish the most righteous noblemen into a person of low social status, and could make a deeply emotional good person, forcing them into a cruel and unscrupulous cold hearted treacherous brute. This sort of man seemed extremely delicate, deliberately making people produce a strong heroic misconception.

A thread of fear suddenly appeared in Xia Fen.

Such a very small child, completely unruly, when he faced danger his body moved more quickly than his mind.

Blood, scarlet red.

Xia Fen subconsciously took a step, lifting his head he looked at Wang Yun Feng’s pale face, suddenly he turned, like a common angry wild animal he fled out.

Juan Shu and Xia Ling Mei supported Wang Yun Feng into the inner room, Wang Yun Feng gave a meaningful glance, Bai Yan already personally ran out following after Xia Fen. Juan Shu one had took Wang Yun Feng’s pulse, the other hand already asking someone to prepare scissors, hot water and other things such as medicine.

Xia Ling Mei firmly grasped Wang Yun Feng’s hand, not calm at all.

Wang Yun Feng was still in the mood to joke with her: “I won’t die.”

“Shut up!” Xia Ling Mei almost wanted to bellow, in passing she tore apart the clothing at his stomach, the two thin layers of cloth produced a heart wrenching scream.

Wang Yun Feng pursed his lips, lying down well behaved, sweat filled his forehead, letting Xia Ling Mei and Juan Shu treat his wounds as they liked.

Outside the window was a splendid sun, the wall outside was heating up, inside the house not many vertical lines of sunshine could be seen, there was a layer of light yellow covering everything.

Wang Yun Feng watched the shadows of the furniture and household utensils faintly falling onto the floor, absent-mindedly thinking about the past years, people tried to assassinate him.

At that time, he was sitting on horseback, forced by the assassins to a dead end.

Above his head was a blazing white sun, basking on his body very hotly, clothing floating on his body, there was only heat no sweat. He knew, his heart was very cold, so cold that a layer of ice mist covered over her skin, making his mind clear enough that he was still able to recall those happy years with Xia Ling Mei. He called it happy, in fact most of the time he was hemmed in by the males of the influential generation of the Wang family he had offended, Xia Ling Mei brandishing her long whip sticking up for him, whipping that group of shameful younger generation shouting at her `shrew`. While she was viciously whipping them, on the other hand she sneakily peeped at his face, afraid he would say out loud `Xia Ling Mei will not be able to marry`.

The younger Xia Ling Mei was very brash, he was very cowardly.

After they married, how strong the brash Lady Wang was, he was that much stubborn.

After they separated, after she left, at a time of life or death he thought of her.

That day Wang Yun Feng discovered for the first time, it turns out he did not feel guilty and need for atonement towards Xia Ling Mei. Actually, many years ago, she had long ago left a mark in his heart, only he had never noticed.

Someone wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, softly asking: “Does it hurt?”

He tightened the soft hand in his palm, barely enough to comfort her: “Compared to before, this single wound basically counts as nothing.” He again casted a net, he wanted to tightly hold her in his arms, make her distressed, make her only love him.

Xia Ling Mei coldly shouted: “What foolishness is this!” this doesn’t count for anything, then how many times had he experienced extreme dangers before?

“No matter what, Zhuang Sheng can no longer threaten you again.” He widened his eyes, staring at her: “You can only be mine.”

Xia Ling Mei opened her mouth, her eyes sparkling at the corners blinked, forcing a smile: “Your trick of injuring yourself to gain the enemy’s confidence will be the life of me.” She knew where that stab wound was, and she knew this large amount of blood was not flowing out of the wound in the stomach at all. She knew even more, she was unable to conceal her franticness and helplessness at that moment, furthermore the panic similar to falling to hell.

This man, was too vicious.

He schemed against Zhuang Sheng, schemed against her, so much that he schemed against Xia Fen. He schemed against everyone, make everyone see his determination to win her the deep feelings, and make her feel sorry and blame herself. And him, he only paid the small wound in his stomach, and the wound on his left hand.

This was the first time Wang Yun Feng used a scheme for her, this was also the first time, he in front of everyone with grandiose make clear; Xia Ling Mei is the wife of only Wang Yun Feng.

“It’s nothing, in life or death we’ll be together.” He will no longer stand silently under the scorching sun, coldly watching the raised blades heading towards him; he will no longer close his eyes, waiting for death to come, coldly thinking after his death at his burial mound only Juan Shu and Bai Yan would be weeping bitter tears; he will no longer think, on the day of his death every year, whether any one person would light an incense stick in front of his memorial tablet, say his name…

She lowered her head, heavily knocking his forehead, gently once, heavily once.

He only smiled lifting her hand placing it by his lips, kissing it warmly.

Xia Fen ran about without a purpose, in the distance he saw a Zhuang Sheng lost in his mind standing by the lotus pond.

May, the flowers in the pond had still not bloomed, only a few pieces of duckweed submerged in the cyan water surface, floating without roots.

Xia Fen suddenly returned to his thoughts, his four limbs squatting on the high wall, stupefied he looked at the man standing not too far away.

He had stuck the small knife Wang Yun Feng had used into his belt, the sharp edge of his knife was still slightly pink, like it had been stained by a drop of a woman’s blood drop.

A light early summer breeze blew past, moving Zhuang Sheng’s clothes to and fro, the remains of a drop of blood still emitted a smell in the air, the backdrop making the rear view of the person lonely and desolate.

Xia Fen felt the Zhuang Sheng right now was somewhat pitiful.

However, he was also pitiful.

Xia Fen squatting body made him again somewhat shorter, subconsciously he touched his waist with one hand. A child’s temperature was on the high side, when his fingertips were near the edge of the blade he was shaken by the coldness of it for a while, he wasn’t sure where the scabbard was. Xia Fen also didn’t care, he carefully took out the blade, placing it horizontally across his eyes, his black pearly eyes narrowed into a slit, glaring he moved his eyes to Zhuang Sheng’s waist.

He cocked his head, as if he was debating something.

The usually agile Zhuang Sheng seemed to not have noticed him, appeared to be preoccupied, by his feet a small blue-green frog leaped past, jumping to the sleek rock at the shore halting there, looking left and right, finally turning over, sticking up its moon white belly basking in the sun.

Zhuang Sheng was motionless, deeply sighing, brows still locked together, forcing a smile.

When his hair was flying around, he just moved it to one side, feeling the flesh at his waist shake. This kind of martial artist who dallied with women, his body was most acute, still not thinking of a countermeasure for dealing with this situation, his body was already injured from the murderous intent.

For a moment he almost moved away a bit, his lower back froze, a weapon skimmed past his side, a small silhouette knocked against him. This wasn’t the first time he saw this kind of directness in trying to kill him, he didn’t dare to be careless, the other person advanced in a different direction, as he dodged he turned extremely beautifully, not going forward but retreating, and the other person staggered more than a zhang distance.

Xia Fen learned martial arts from the battlefields, the first move unsuccessful, like an arrow released his body suddenly paused on the rock garden, borrowing the drive to once again attack towards Zhuang Sheng.

In his black pupils were the naked intent to kill.

“Small leopard!” Zhuang Sheng was stunned, raising his foot to kick a stone towards the cold blade in the other person’s hand. Extending his long arm, almost like a snapshot grabbing the other person’s collar, and taking advantage of being older bullying the younger 

he incessantly shook him in the air.

“What are you doing?” He furiously said. Usually when they competed in martial arts, although Xia Fen’s style was swift and fierce, it was however not murderous.

“I want to kill you.” Xia Fen coldly said, with a righteous hatred expression.

Zhuang Sheng’s eyes remained depressed, the child in his hand wasn’t an outsider, he hated to hurt him, these past days they had gotten close, Zhuang Sheng had already placed this wild child in his heart. Only, his natural free and easy disposition, and many years of travelling alone around the country, his true feelings were already rarely shown, expressing his adoration for Xia Ling Mei was already beyond his normal state, his fondness for the 

small leopard was somewhat because of his connection to her.

However, a completely wild child was also hated in his heart, the same carefree, the same disregard of the world’s restrictions.

Right now, this child’s mere three words, undoubtedly sprinkled salt on the wound already in his heart.

“Why?” He asked.

Xia Fen did not reply. Truthfully, he also didn’t know why. Only, after seeing that scene between Wang Yun Feng and Xia Ling Mei mutually protecting and willing to pay for each other, the bottom of his small heart felt extremely guilty and worried. Seeing Zhuang Sheng again, a thread of angry thinking grew without foundation, wanting to stab Zhuang Sheng in the same place as Wang Yun Feng’s injury.

Zhuang Sheng looked at the doubt and stubbornness on the child’s face, pondering a little before understanding the truth.

Sure enough they were father and son, any more misunderstanding could not disconnect that bloodline.

He agonisingly opened his mouth: “You want to take revenge for your father?”

Xia Fen repeatedly stamped his little feet: “As if he is my father.”

Zhuang Sheng swiftly smiled, with almost his usual ease, half his agony actually remained, looking at the bronze corner of the roof peeking through the uneven ancient trees in the distance, quietly in deceiving tone: “If Lord Wang isn’t suited to be your father, then should I be your daddy?”

“I don’t have a daddy, I was born from a whale.”

Zhuang Sheng indifferently said: “Of course he’s your sea daddy, in the Jianghu, I will be your daddy.”

Xia Fen was shocked, it’s possible to have several daddies? Then can there be several more mothers? He only had a little doubt, Xia Fen immediately shook his head to disagree, using both his hands and feet, his little bottom lowered and jumped, his whole body flipping onto Zhuang Sheng’s arm, his tiny legs suddenly stepping back, Zhuang Sheng was too late to react, in a split second the other person’s feet had stood on his face. Xia Fen had run for such a long time, the soles of his feet not used to wearing shoes had stood on Wang Yun Feng’s blood, stepped in ant holes, stepped on green leaves, as well as much dust and sand. One foot on Zhuang Sheng’s face, it could be said there was five brilliant and varied colours, there was feet sweat and sand on his face, almost making the man throw up with the stink.

Xia Fen understood he was no match for him, the small knife slashing at the other person’s wrist, Zhuang Sheng let him go, acting like a small beast, his four feet slithered onto the ground he ran away.