Sorry, My Wife Has a Hole in Her Brain Chapter 6

Su Wenqing lowered her head and said softly, "Grandmother is right. I shouldn't have traveled far after recovering from a long illness. But Yiniang gave the list of people attending the banquet from the Su Mansion to Jin Wangfei a month ago. If I hadn't recovered yet, not going would be fine. But now I'm almost recovered. If I don't go, I'm afraid Jin Wangfei will be unhappy and think that our Su Mansion despises her."

Zhao Yiniang's heart skipped a beat when she heard that the old lady wanted to keep Su Wenqing in the Su Mansion. What if Su Wenqing didn't go? Who would carry out the key step at that time?!

Zhao Yiniang quickly agreed: "Jin Wangfei has always been arrogant, and it is no secret in Anjing City that Physician Liu diagnosed Wenqing's pulse a few days ago and said that Wenqing is already well. I am afraid that the Jin Wang's Mansion will have a rift with our Su Mansion because of such a small matter."

The old lady showed a trace of hesitation when she heard this. She had previous dealings with Jin Wangfei. She was narrow-minded and vindictive. This matter would not be a big deal if it was other people, but Jin Wangfei would remember it for the rest of her life.

Su Jinsheng naturally didn't want Su Wenqing not to go. The play she had rehearsed hadn't even started yet. How could the play be performed if the leading actor didn't go?

Su Jinsheng put down her bowl and chopsticks and wiped her mouth with a towel. "In fact, going out to relax is also helpful for recovery. Wenqing told me a few days ago that she was a little bored staying in the Su Mansion every day."

Su Wenqing raised her head from her knees. Her heart was filled with tears. Although I said before that you don't need to repay me, isn't this the courtesy of our Chinese nation? Is this how you treat your benefactor? Doesn't your conscience hurt?!

Zhao Yiniang continued to add fuel to the fire: "The old lady is just worried about Wenqing's health. In fact, I am worried too, so I have asked someone to invite a physician from Shanhui Hall to accompany us."

The old lady hesitated for a moment and said, "Since Wenqing wants to go, then go, but you must be careful about everything."

Su Wenqing squatted in her heart to protect her weak self - Wenqing didn't want to go, grandma, don't give in so quickly! Can the relationship between our grandparents and grandchildren be defeated by Jin Wangfei?!

Su Wenqing nodded gently and said softly, "Grandma, don't worry, I will take care of myself."

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This time, the duration when her body was out of control lasted exceptionally long. It was not until after dinner and after coming out of the old lady's room that Su Wenqing regained control of her body.

As soon as Su Wenqing regained control of her body, she rushed into the old lady's room. However, as soon as she opened her mouth, she lost control again. This happened three times, and she was finally sure...it turned out that this crappy setting was not only effective in front of Su Jinsheng!

Su Wenqing returned to her room in a daze and despair, like a walking corpse. She closed the door and chanted sadly to the empty room, "My strength plucked up the hills, my might shadowed the world; but the times were against me, and Dapple[a] runs no more; when Dapple runs no more, what then can I do? Ah, Yu, my Yu, what will your fate be??"

*This is a song called Hegemon’s Lament. It was composed by Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, before his defeat. This poem summarizes Xiang Yu's life achievements and heroic spirit, expresses his pity for beauties and famous horses, and expresses his resentment and helplessness when surrounded by Han troops.

"Ah--"

Su Wenqing grabbed the feather duster on the table and put it on her neck, "God wants to kill me! What can I do!"

After saying that, she took the feather duster and slashed her neck, turned around on the spot, and fell to the ground with a plop...

"Bang——" Cuidie pushed the door open and walked in.

Su Wenqing was holding a feather duster in her hand, lying on the ground in an S-shape, staring at Cuidie...

Silence spread in the air, full of awkwardness...

Su Wenqing sat up and rubbed her nose, then said, "Uh," and asked, "What's wrong?"

Everything in her sight was beyond Cuidie's cognition. She searched for a long time before finding her tongue. Her brain was temporarily shut down due to shock. She followed her instinct and said stupidly, "I thought you had something to tell me, Third Miss."

Su Wenqing coughed twice awkwardly, "It's okay, you can go."

Cuidie nodded, turned around and bumped into the door with a bang.

Su Wenqing laughed out loud while banging the ground with her hand, "Oh my god! It hurts just to hear that! Go find some medicine and rub it, or it will be swollen tomorrow."

Cuidie burst into tears. She covered her head and looked at her young miss who was laughing so hard with mixed emotions. There was a young lady who had gone crazy. Her future was as bleak as the weather today...

After Cuidie left, Su Wenqing lay on the floor with her arms and legs spread out.

The Beishan Spring Banquet is the first climax of the original novel, where Su Jinsheng meets her true love after her rebirth - the fifth prince Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun was a man of great strategy and talent, but he was in an awkward situation because his mother was a princess of the previous dynasty. Before Su Jinsheng was reborn, he was a low-key prince. After Su Jinsheng was reborn, he fell in love with her at first sight, and then found that it was not enough to be rich and pretty, but he also needed to have power, otherwise he could not hold on to the Mary Sue heroine that every man wanted, so he finally fought for her and won the throne for her.

But these were not the main points! The main point was that at the Beishan Spring Banquet, Su Jinsheng designed a plan to force the Third Prince Xiao Yan to marry her!

In other words, she still had three days before being betrothed to that scumbag Xiao Yan!!

Su Wenqing was lying on the ground, pointing angrily at the lantern hanging above her head, "Why can she find love by going to Beishan, but I can only be betrothed to a scumbag? Tell me, are you blind? Why don't you kill me and put an end to it!"

"Bang——" the lantern fell from the eaves.

Su Wenqing flipped her attitude, realizing the fleetingness of things. She put her hands together and bowed three times to the smashed lantern: "I am so outspoken and have offended the God of Lamp. Please forget what I just said! Scumbags are good. Scumbags are also men. We can't discriminate against them by labeling them!"

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Three days later, Su Wenqing made various excuses and would rather die than go out, so she was finally carried away by two servants under the command of Zhao Yiniang.

The two servants probably didn't have the word "gentle" in their dictionary. They threw her into the carriage as if she was firewood, with her face to the ground...

Su Jinsheng raised her head from the book and glanced at Su Wenqing who was lying on the floor of the carriage. Her thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a complicated look in her eyes. Her red lips opened slightly, then closed again. In the end, she said nothing and turned her eyes back to the book in her hand.

Su Zhining didn't have so many concerns. She asked straightforwardly, "Why do you suddenly not want to go? Haven't you always been looking forward to it?"

Su Wenqing got up from the ground and sighed quietly, "Beishan is too beautiful. I'm afraid my free soul will stay there forever."

This body will be carried into the grave of marriage...

Su Zhining was completely confused. "What on earth are you talking about? I don't understand a word you say! Are you okay?"

Su Wenqing shook her head. Pretending to be solemn, she propped up her head and looked out the window. Summer insects cannot talk about ice. A conservative ancient person like you cannot understand the lofty ideal of a neo-modernist poet like me who pursues freedom.

Su Zhining slapped Su Wenqing on the back. She put her hands on her waist and said angrily, "I'm asking you a question!"

“Yes, yes, yes!” Su Wenqing covered her back and was about to cry because of this young lady’s beating. Isn’t she a lady from a noble family who can’t lift her hands?! Is this the Iron Sand Palm?!

Su Wenqing made up a story with a bitter face: "I just suddenly felt unwell and didn't want to go out."

Su Zhining looked at Su Wenqing suspiciously, "Are you shy because there are so many people around?"

Su Wenqing was afraid of this girl who would start a fight if she didn't agree with something, so she nodded quickly and said, "Whatever you say is what it is!"

Su Zhining was very satisfied with her straightforward manner. She sat beside Su Wenqing contentedly and comforted her, "I know you are always timid, but you have to think positively. The families of all officials above the fourth rank have been invited to this spring banquet. Half of the dignitaries in Anjing City will go. Don't you want to meet the second son of the Wang Mansion who is said to be as handsome as Pan An? The third son of the Li family who is as gentle as jade? The handsome fifth prince? And the di son of the Xie family who was conferred by the emperor as the youngest number one scholar in our dynasty at the age of seventeen?

*Pan An: A prominent Chinese fu poet in the Western Jin dynasty. He is well known for his good looks from a young age. "Pan An" has become the Chinese byword for handsome men.

*Di: Children born by the main wife are called di son/di daughter.

Su Wenqing's eyes lit up...

Su Jinsheng added calmly, "There is also the graceful and handsome Third Prince, who is known for both his civil and military prowess."

......

The flame that had just risen in Su Wenqing's eyes was ruthlessly extinguished, and sadness spread in her heart. This was an unavoidable sad topic.

 

 

The author has something to say:

Xie Shian: I am who I am, a different firework~ I could speak at the age of 5 months, read at the age of one year, and compose poems at the age of three. I was the top scholar at the age of seventeen. I was the dream lover of every famous young ladies in the city of Anjing, and one of the best candidates for son-in-law of the masters of various mansions.

The second son of the royal family who looks like Pan An: Get out!

The gentle and jade-like third son of the Li family: Get lost!

The handsome fifth prince: Get lost!

The handsome and talented Third Prince: Get lost!

Xie Shian narrowed his eyes slightly: Hmm?

All of them: You are, you are! You are a different firework! ......

*I am who I am, a different firework: This is a lyric in one of Leslie Cheung’s songs.

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