Rebirth of a prosperous doctor girl

Chapter 233
She is the daughter of the royal family and the only daughter of Duke Wen. She has been doted on by thousands of people, and she has been living in praise since she was born.

She is familiar with a collection of classics and history, and is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Not to mention a woman, even a man who has been farming and studying for generations may not be able to do better in writing than her.

These are all given to her by the Wang family, giving her a transcendent identity, giving her outstanding talents, and the responsibility she had to provoke to pass on the blood of the Wang family from generation to generation, the responsibility she was born to bear.

No one asked her what she thought, and everyone took it for granted that she had to bear it.

But she didn't want it at all.

I don't want a noble status, a talent that is praised by others, and I don't want to bear the heavy responsibility that imprisoned her like a shackle.

She's just a marionette to be manipulated.

Recruiting a son-in-law, getting married and having children, and inheriting the family blood, this is the meaning of her life.

She is not happy at all.

That man named Wen Lie always smiled and followed her carefully, trying his best to make her happy. He is not ugly, but has a masculine beauty unique to men.

But she loathed and loathed him.

She disliked that he was born in the countryside, hated that he was chosen by her father, and hated that he was given to her by someone else, not her own choice.

Therefore, she never gave him a gentle smile, and was always cold to him.

He seemed to always be by her side happily, taking care of her emotions carefully, no matter how angry or indifferent she was, he never seemed to get angry, as if he had endless patience to accommodate her.

It was as if all the strength of his whole body had been hit on the cotton, he didn't care, and she was in a slump.

She doesn't like him!
I don't like the way he looks like a masculine man but keeps his head low in front of her. I don't like the way he obviously doesn't like poetry and songs but desperately reads to please her. I don't like the way he looks at her with bright eyes, and Helpless and joyful and pampered, it's like an adult looking at a child who is throwing a tantrum.

Although she didn't admit it, she knew in her heart that she was more envious than disgusted with him.

Why did he throw away the shackles of the family, abandon his responsibilities and join the Wang family recklessly, while she could only accept the arrangement of fate?Why can he meet someone he likes, pursue it with all his life, and try to please him desperately, just to be with his sweetheart, but does she even have a chance to go out and meet other men?
Why!Why!
She will never let him succeed, what he wants is to be pleasing with her, and she will not let him do so.

So, when she became pregnant, the first thing she did was to drive him out and live in another room with him.

He remains gentle, considerate, and patient.

If it weren't for his occasional shrewdness and his father's full of praise, he really wondered if he was a fool who could only smile and say yes.

He came to see her every day, but she didn't say a word to him. She held her breath in her heart, and she couldn't figure out who she was angry with.

Until one day, she was playing in the garden with the little Jiulang in her arms, and let him look at the flowers and butterflies. When she looked up, she found him standing quietly not far from her, looking at her tenderly with a smile in his eyes.

Her heart panicked for no reason, and when she realized it, she became even more angry: "Who told you to come? Didn't you say that you are not allowed to come where I am in the future? Hurry up and leave."

But he didn't leave, not only didn't leave, but he walked towards her instead.

She hugged Jiulang and turned to leave, but he grabbed him. With a faint smile on his face, he coaxed her in a coaxing tone: "Baozhen, why are you so angry with me?" when?"

Her face was so hot that she struggled a few times before slapping him with her hand.

The loud slap stunned both of them.

He looked at her complicatedly, but didn't speak.

She was very flustered in her heart, but she also felt angry. This was the first time she saw him change his face.

It turned out that he was not tolerant of her in every possible way. It turned out that his patience was limited, and it turned out that his kindness to her was all fake.

Her heart ached, and her words were like knives: "I told you not to touch me, I hate you, and everything related to you!"

His mind was shocked, and his eyes were full of disbelief and heartache.

She suddenly felt scared and didn't know what he would do.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but he just said softly: "Stop making trouble, why can't you see your own heart clearly?"

She couldn't help jumping up, and this, and this, he always did this!Always rely on her in everything like this, looking at her like a child, she doesn't need him to treat her like this.

"It's you who can't see clearly, don't you know how much I hate you?" She knew that what she said would hurt his heart, that he would be hurt and sad, but she just didn't want to see him treat her like this With an affectionate look, she stared into his eyes and said word by word: "I am deeply disgusted by everything related to you. If it is possible, I wish you could disappear from my eyes forever. Don't bother!" , you can never get my heart."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiulang in her arms burst into tears, and she sneered: "Including Jiulang, he has your blood on him, which disgusts me as well."

She thrust the child into Wen Lie's arms, turned around and left.

Since then, he has changed and no longer leans towards her.She breathed a sigh of relief, a thrill of revenge, but also a kind of anger.

It turns out that you are nothing more than that to me.

It's just right that the two hate each other.It's just that in front of their father, the two of them had to act like they were loving each other.

When Jiulang was three years old, her father died of illness. She kept filial piety at home, obsessed with piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, often stayed in the study all day, and was even stranger to him.

After 27 months of her father's filial piety, she was invited to be the master of painting and calligraphy at Ruizhu Academy, and then she felt that the shackles on her body were removed. She walked out of the Wang family and could do what she liked to do.

She likes the atmosphere in the academy, likes those lively and lovely girls, and likes how energetic they look around her called Mr.

Then, she met King Rong.

She hit it off with him immediately, she longed for freedom, and so did he.She didn't want the identity of the daughter of the royal family, and he regretted being born in the emperor's family.When they played the piano, their voices were in harmony with each other, and when they painted, they had a tacit understanding. He knew her, understood her, and took pity on her.

She finally met the man she was meant to be.

How happy she was, she ran to tell Wen Lie brazenly that she also had someone she liked, and she would never stay in Wang's house again.

She wanted to see him angry, wanted to see him angry, wanted to see him jump into a rage, wanted to see his distorted face when he learned the truth.

But she was disappointed. He was not angry, and he didn't ask who that person was. He just told her that he was sick and might not live long.

She was furious and looked at him with hatred, how could he be like this, why should he stop her from pursuing her own happiness.She didn't believe that he would get sick, and she didn't believe that he would live soon.

King Rong was still waiting for her news, and sent people over and over again to urge her to leave the Wang family.

She obviously could go away recklessly, she could pack up her things and leave, but she didn't know what was going on in her heart, she kept telling herself to wait, to wait.

She didn't know what she was waiting for.

She waited for the news that he was seriously ill, and that he was dying.

How could he die? He couldn't die. He had promised his father to take care of the Wang family and her for the rest of his life. How could he just give up halfway?

He wanted to die and leave the Wang family to hold her back. He wanted her to feel guilty and not leave him. Never mind, she would never let him succeed.

She wanted him to know that even if he died, she would leave.Even if he died, he would never want to close his eyes happily, easily, and without any worries.

But he died anyway, ignoring her anger, ignoring her provocation, and left her forever and ever.

And Jiulang, their son, hated her too.

She remembered that those few days were the most painful days in her life.

First, he was seriously ill and was on his deathbed, and then they were quarreled and were broken by Jiulang, and Jiulang fell into the lake.

Seeing that she couldn't support herself alone, the second uncle sent someone to Hebei to pick up the second aunt and little cousin who had a wedding banquet at her natal home.Unexpectedly, the mourner came before the pick-up arrived.

The second aunt's family's family was caught in a fire, and the second aunt, the little cousin and her family, more than [-] people, were all killed in the flames.

The second uncle fainted on the spot when he heard the bad news.

Five days later, Wen Lie was concerned about Jiu Lang who was still suffering from a high fever, and died with his eyes open.

Her sky is falling.

She threw herself on Wen Lie's coffin, called his name over and over again, and beat his coffin with one fist after another. He left, what should she do?
She didn't know who the steward of the outer court was, how to arrange for those who came to mourn, and where the pair of cards were... She didn't even know where he was!
She is a worthless piece of trash!He could only watch the little Jiulang arranging general affairs, presiding over the funeral, and finding someone to take care of his second uncle regardless of his high fever, and watching him forcefully prop up the entire Wenguo Mansion at the age of eight.

Only then did she know how much her husband, the man named Wen Lie, had done for her and how much responsibility he had taken for her.He propped up a piece of sky for her, allowing her to be willful, allowing her to be non-human, and allowing her to act arbitrarily.

Even after he died, he taught their son and continued to support the entire Wang family.

That was originally her responsibility, and that was originally what she should have done.

What she did, what she missed, how pitiful and ignorant she was, only she knew.

She desperately recalled every detail of being with him, desperately recalling his voice and smile, and what he said, only then did she realize that she didn't know him at all, didn't know his preferences, didn't know what he was like... people.

She only found a handbook in his bedroom, which recorded how surprised he was when he met her for the first time, how high-spirited he was when he first went to the king's house to drive away other competitors, and when they got married. His ecstasy, his nervousness and heartache when she gave birth, what she likes and what she doesn't like... everything is her and her name - Baozhen.

He told her to be true, it was the second day of marriage, she hated his recklessness on the night of marriage, hated him for hurting her, and ordered him in a tone of hatred: "You don't deserve to call me by my name!"

Since then, he really never called her Baozhen, only called her Miss!

Tears blurred her eyes again and again, she finally found someone she likes, but it was too late, too late!
When he died, her heart also died.

As for the romance with King Rong, it was nothing but an illusory dream.

She goes to see King Rong and apologizes to him so that he doesn’t have to wait for her.

But she didn't expect that King Rong would rape her, less than a hundred days after her husband's death, when her son supported the family with his small shoulders.

King Rong used dirty means to take her forcibly, not only did all kinds of insults to her, but also took her close-fitting little clothes and threatened her: "You just die, I will immediately reveal the things between you and me, When the time comes, let the world see what kind of person Mrs. Baozhen of Wen Guogong's mansion is."

Why didn't she die? Why didn't she touch Wen Lie's coffin to death? If she really died, there would be no later events.

She won't be pregnant with the abused seed and laid down again, she won't be bullied by King Rong time and time again, she won't listen to him calling her name in a vicious voice, she won't know that Wen Lang's death was caused by him, and even more so. She doesn't know that he has planted someone beside Jiulang, as long as she dares to resist, he will take revenge on Jiulang...

Jiulang is still young, she has already killed her husband, but she can't kill Jiulang again.

What is her body, he likes it, just let him insult her.

I only hate that she has blind eyes and leads wolves into the house. She can only serve him tenderly and tenderly, and promise him with a low eyebrow. When Jiulang grows up, he can protect himself, and when she has the right time, she can take revenge.

So, how could she possibly give birth to the abuser for him? She always drank contraceptive soup, even the few times she got pregnant without taking the contraceptive soup, she also secretly knocked out the abuser.

She hated him, wished she could chop him into pieces, eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Her Kuro lived up to her expectations and grew into a man of indomitable spirit, finally able to avenge his father.

She lured King Rong to Yongshou Temple, but left a jade pendant for Jiulang, telling him the real identity of that person.

He finally died, finally died in the hands of Kuro.

Her revenge for so many years has finally been avenged.

It's time for her to go to the Nine Springs to make atonement like her father and mother. She shamed the Wang family and disgraced the Wang family.

And Wen Lang, she owed him an apology, he said before he died that if there was an afterlife, he would rather never meet her.Yes, she didn't deserve to meet him, and she didn't deserve to be treated like that.

Tears kept falling, and she knew she could finally be relieved.

Mrs. Baozhen put her head in the knotted sweat towel without hesitation, and kicked the bench away...

My head hurts, my whole body hurts, it hurts like a frame falling apart.

Perhaps this is what death feels like.

"Girl, girl, wake up, wake up..."

Why is this voice so familiar?

Mrs. Baozhen opened her eyes, only to realize that Wen Lie was in front of her, and he was looking at her with black jade-like eyes.

She grabbed his clothes, threw herself into his arms, and cried loudly: "Wen Lang, Wen Lang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Wen Lie just happened to find a few strands of silk on the edge of the cliff, and suspected that someone had stumbled and fell. Seeing that the traces were fresh, he hung himself down with the idea of ​​saving a life and building a seven-level pagoda. There really was a very beautiful little girl who just passed out.

Unexpectedly, when she woke up, she threw herself into his arms, making him stiff.

Why are all the little ladies in the capital so unrestrained?

It was only when she saw her crying loudly and calling Wen Lang that she was frightened and mistook herself for someone else.

He patted her on the back and coaxed her softly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all over, I'm here, I'm here."

After Baozhen had cried enough, she realized that she was at the bottom of a cliff with scars all over her body, and Wen Lie didn't know her, so she only called her a girl.

Her temples thumped and she grabbed Wen Lie's arm: "Wen Lang, is this hell?"

Where in hell can there be such a beautiful little girl?If it is hell, he is willing to stay in this hell for the rest of his life.

Her hands were tightly clutching his arm, and her clothes were also torn a lot, revealing parts that shouldn't be exposed.

Wen Lie's face was a little hot, and he turned his face away: "It's not hell." It's probably heaven.

"Then am I dreaming?" With tears in the corners of her eyes, she anxiously wanted to know the answer.

"Not a dream."

Or it may be a beautiful spring dream. When you wake up from the dream, it will be over.

Such a little girl is either rich or expensive, how could he think about it?
"It's not a dream..." Baozhen muttered to himself, unable to tell whether it was sadness or joy.

She didn't die, she didn't go to hell, but came to the place where she met Wen Lang for the first time, and returned to the past.

She hasn't killed Wen Lang yet, and she hasn't done those wrong things yet.

But... Wen Lang already hated her, and said that he would rather not have met her...

Hug heart pain like a cone, tears like rain.

Seeing Wen Lie, I wish I could wipe away her tears and tell her not to cry.

The little girl was crying so hard that his heart was broken, and he felt depressed when he saw it.

"Don't cry." He finally couldn't hold back, wiped her tears with his fingers, then took off his clothes, wrapped them around her, and hugged her up.

"Don't be afraid, I won't leave you. I'll take you home right away. When you see your family, just sleep well."

Baozhen blinked her eyes, and firmly grasped his skirt, for fear that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

Wen Lie blushed from being stared at by her, so he had no choice but to straighten his chest, and coax her in the tone of coaxing his younger sister: "Don't look, I won't disappear, I'm here, you sleep."

"Then you won't go?"

"Well, don't go."

"Will you leave me alone?"

"Well, I won't leave you..."

Baozhen couldn't bear to close his eyes, so he asked him over and over again, and seeing that he was impatient and answered over and over again, he suddenly summoned up his courage: "Then will you marry me?"

In the past, he was the one who pursued hard, but this time it was her who treated him well.Baozhen stared at him, only hearing her heart pounding, feeling that his answer could decide her life or death.

Wen Lie paused for a moment holding her hand, he looked at her body, and hugged her like this again.

A blush crept up his cheeks, he didn't dare to look down at the person in his arms, he just stared at the gradually setting sun in front of him and said, "I'll marry you."

(End of this chapter)