jdhmnovel Chapter 939 Bei Hui Trusts Him
Chapter 939 Bei Hui Trusts Him
Zhuo Qiran was so angry at Bei Hui that he fell backwards.
But the next moment, Bei Hui smiled and comforted him, "Hehe, you are not that kind of person! Whether I marry you or not, Lord Zhuo, you are not that kind of person."
The door creaked open and Bei Hui left.
However, Zhuo Qiran felt that the whole room was filled with Bei Hui's cheerful laughter and her sweet and pleasant scent.
What she said was very helpful to him.
I don't know when he started to care whether others trusted him. Or maybe it was because Emperor Mingde and others wanted to use him but didn't trust him, which hurt his self-esteem.
Whenever I think about it, I feel inexplicably sad and angry.
Bei Hui said that he was not that kind of person, which affirmed his character. This was more comforting than any love words.
Zhuo Qiran felt joy in his heart, which grew quietly like a climbing vine.
He couldn't wait to get married. He realized that he had been alone for too long and there was a lack of someone to talk to in the house.
He used to dislike people nagging in his ear, but now he thinks that if that person is Bei Hui... then, it's okay.
While thinking this, Zhuo Qiran had already walked to the next room to talk to his husband Cen Yuan, "I think Miss Bei Hui still likes me."
Cen Yuan was holding her son high up in her arms. Upon hearing this, she stopped her son in the air and turned to answer him, "Why do you think so?"
"She came to me to ask for poison." Zhuo Qiran looked at his master Ye Xun's face and shuddered in his heart.
"That's it?" Cen Yuan held her giggling son in her arms, "Can you wake up? If she wants poison, who else can she find if not you?"
Zhuo Qiran was unwilling to accept it, "But she spoke very casually, not in the polite tone she uses to talk to others."
Cen Yuan looked at the worthless smile on Zhuo Qiran's face, as if she saw herself at the border in her previous life.
Whenever I think of that person, I can't hide the joy on my face, and I always want to find someone to talk to.
But he couldn't tell anyone at that time, so he could only carve everything on the wooden doll, one stroke at a time.
Cen Yuan asked, "Who is Bei Hui using the poison to poison?"
"Jiang Zhongxin." Zhuo Qiran thought for a moment, "Jiang Zhongxin seems to have offended the princess. Bei Hui's eyes turned red when she talked about him."
Cen Yuan felt a little depressed.
His injuries had not yet healed, so he needed to lie low. In addition, he wanted to let go and hand over the affairs of the North Wing to Wu Qi, Cheng Tang Xinghe and others, so he simply did not ask about them at all.
But when it came to Shi Anxia, he couldn't sit still anymore.
He pushed his son into Zhuo Qiran's arms, stood up and left, ready to get to the bottom of things.
Yi Yi is not shy and smiles whenever anyone holds her. Zhuo Qiran held the soft little thing in his arms and watched Cen Yuan go out with the appearance of his master, and couldn't help but sigh.
He really had a master named Ye Xun, but he died five years ago.
Ye Xun has no children and is a lonely man. He has a very strange personality and never interacts with others.
Zhuo Qiran learned how to raise poisonous insects and make poisons from Ye Xun, but he never formally became his disciple.
He called Ye Xun "Master", but Ye Xun never agreed.
Ye Xun refused to acknowledge this disciple, but gave him all his unique skills and all his gold, silver and money.
Zhuo Qiran saw Ye Xun off to his final resting place on an isolated island. Apart from him, no one in the world knew that Ye Xun was dead.
In fact, Ye Xun has never shown his true face to anyone. He always wears the human skin mask that Cen Yuan is wearing now.
Zhuo Qiran only saw his master's true face when he was trying to commit suicide at night. It was also then that he learned that his master was actually from Liang.
He also saw Ye Xun's manuscript, which contained a self-portrait, showing that he had a very handsome and intense appearance.
That kind of handsomeness was truly enchanting, and was unlike what his master should look like.
Zhuo Qiran only learned about his master's miserable life from the manuscript. It all started with that face that caused so much trouble.
The manuscript fragments obscurely record that Ye Xun was abducted into a wealthy family because of her beauty when she was young. In that house with carved beams and painted rafters, the golden beast incense burner exhaled corrupt mist, and the sin wrapped in brocade spread under the candlelight.
He was originally an unbreakable green bamboo in the snow, but he was covered with bruises in his repeated struggles.
The powerful loved the humiliation reflected in his glass-like eyes, and they loved even more to crush such clarity into dust with their own hands.
That night, he bit off the ear of the man who shackled him and exchanged it for a bucket of boiling oil.
The sizzling flesh and the smell of burnt smoke filled the air. His face was twisted and peeling in pain, like a burnt painting.
Ye Xun did not scream, but just stared at the other person, the hatred in his eyes was hotter than hot oil.
He dragged his broken body and fled to the North Wing, where he wore a human skin mask and became a North Wing man.
The face under the mask was no longer human. Ye Xun learned how to use poison, how to raise poisonous insects, and how to let his enemies rot in despair.
When he returned to Liang State, the family that had imprisoned him suddenly died overnight. Their corpses turned black and poisonous insects crawled out of their seven orifices.
The powerful people who had left their "mark" on him also paid their debts one by one and in the most miserable way.
Ye Xun stood in the shadows, watching them wailing coldly, but he would never laugh again.
He told Zhuo Qiran, "I didn't even spare a three-year-old child. I was bloodthirsty."
Ye Xun spent the rest of his life in regret.
He said, "In this world, human hearts are the dirtiest things." Including his own heart, it is dirty and cannot be wiped clean.
He hated interacting with people, and even more so, hated taking in disciples.
Zhuo Qiran was the only exception - just because he had helped him once.
But even so, Ye Xun never really trusted Zhuo Qiran.
He taught him poison and witchcraft, but he always kept a trick up his sleeve. The suicide note he left behind after his death recorded what he had learned throughout his life.
Zhuo Qiran realized only then that his master was not afraid that he would not be able to learn, but was afraid that once he learned, he would kill him and be betrayed by him.
Ye Xun never believed in people's hearts, and of course he never really believed in Zhuo Qiran. Perhaps it could be said that he no longer trusted anyone.
It was at this moment that Zhuo Qiran realized that his desire to be trusted was an obsession he had inherited from his master.
He desperately needs to be trusted.
Now, the prince consort believes in him, and Bei Hui also believes in him.
Zhuo Qiran grinned, "Yi Yi, do you believe me? If you believe me, I will teach you how to use poison to raise a Gu, raise a good Gu! Be kind and save people, just like that big white..."
They responded one by one, babbling and dancing.
When Bei Hui appeared again, it was to take Yi Yi back to her wet nurse.
Zhuo Qiran stared at her, making her face turn red.
"Why are you looking at me?" Bei Hui said angrily, grabbing Yi Yi and holding her in her arms.
"If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?" Zhuo Qiran smiled. After a pause, he suddenly put his hand on her forehead and said seriously, "I will treat you well. You won't regret marrying me, really."
The sudden confession made Bei Hui's face hot and her heart beat fast. This was something she had never experienced from Wei Xingzhou before.
She even didn't want to ask him, "Tell me, what do you like about me?"
She was afraid to hear him say that she looked like so and so, so she just blurted out, "Then you should marry me sooner and don't regret it."
After saying that, she ran away with the child in her arms, leaving Zhuo Qiran alone, grinning foolishly.