Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 181 Canglan Ferry (51)

After having breakfast, Yan Zhen went out with Jing Chen.

The two rode together on a single horse, leisurely making their way to a temple in the city.

After burning incense at the temple, the two went to the back mountain one after the other.

The scenery on the back mountain is beautiful. The road is paved with bluestone slabs, and the trees on both sides are tall and lush. A few rays of sunlight filter through the gaps in the leaves, spreading a golden carpet on the ground.

This scene reminded Yan Zhen of the time she and Zhou Rang lived in seclusion on the fishing island. At that time, he was limping, but he was still willing to accompany her to the back mountain to study those strange plants.

It must be a pity that Zhou Rang's Jing Chen died in that world, otherwise he wouldn't have been so depressed as to commit suicide.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen looked up at Jing Chen's back as he walked ahead, and for the first time ever, she felt a pang of guilt towards him.

He was quite innocent, both in the Great Jin Dynasty and in the world of Fishing Island. He was a complete stranger to her, and she dragged him into it twice in order to complete her mission.

With his thoughts in turmoil, Yan Zhen slowed his pace.

Jing Chen, who was walking in front, seemed nonchalant, but in reality, he was constantly listening to the movements of the people behind him.

Noticing that Yan Zhen's footsteps were getting farther and farther away, he turned around and saw that she was indeed quite a distance behind him.

He glanced at Yan Zhen from head to toe. He hadn't said where he was going when he left today. She was wearing a bamboo-green Hangzhou silk moon-flower dress, with pearls adorning her cloud-patterned shoes peeking out from under the hem. The dress was beautiful, but not suitable for mountain climbing.

No wonder she walked so slowly.

Jing Chen turned back to her side and took her hand.

Seeing the surprised look in her eyes, he immediately explained with a cold face, "You're walking too slowly."

"Oh." Yan Zhen didn't expose his little scheme, nor did she refuse his gesture of holding her hand, letting him lead the way upstairs.

This time, however, Jing Chen slowed down his pace.

Upon reaching the back of the mountain, there stood a large tree that four or five people could barely encircle. Its canopy blocked out the sun, and its jagged roots broke through the soil, exposed on the ground. Countless wishing plaques were hung from its branches with red ropes.

A breeze blew by, making the bells hanging from the wishing plaques tinkle and ring out, their sounds clear and melodious.

“This is a wishing tree,” Jing Chen said. “The steward said that newlywed couples in the capital all come here to hang a plaque.”

Yan Zhen understood, yet he didn't quite get it.

Other young couples come here to pray for a happy marriage, a blissful life, and the early birth of a child. What is he asking for here?

He wanted her to fall in love with him soon so he could dump her and achieve his revenge.

Although that's what she thought, since she was already there, Yan Zhen didn't want to spoil the fun, so she took the wooden plaque and calligraphy brush she had bought from Jing Chen.

But she didn't know what to write for a moment, so she turned to look at Jing Chen, wanting to copy his homework.

But Jingchen noticed her gaze and immediately turned his back to her so she wouldn't see.

"……mean!"

Yan Zhen pondered for a while and then perfunctorily wrote eight characters on the wooden sign.

"May everything go smoothly and without worry, and may all your wishes be fulfilled."

After she finished writing, she turned her head and found Jing Chen secretly peeking at her. When their eyes met, he immediately straightened up and looked up at the sky as if nothing had happened.

Yan Zhen took the initiative to ask, "Want to see?"

"No... I don't really want to."

Yan Zhen handed him the sign: "See? It's not like it's anything shameful."

Jing Chen glanced at it quickly, realizing the hidden meaning in her words, and immediately became angry: "Are you saying that what I wrote is shameful?"

“I didn’t say that, but if you insist on thinking that way, I don’t mind if you show me how to prove your innocence.”

Jing was not fooled by her. She took the sign from her hand and asked the monk in charge of reception to help her hang it on the tree.

After making their wishes, the two walked down the mountain hand in hand.

On the way down the mountain, Jing Chen took the initiative to hold Yan Zhen's hand and slowed down his pace to accommodate her, but he remained indifferent and did not speak to her.

With his stubborn nature, I wonder how long he'll keep arguing with her because of what happened last night.

Yan Zhen thought of Xiahou Che, who was cuter when he was younger. No matter how angry he was, he would make up for himself overnight.

Unlike now, even though he's the one who makes himself angry, she still has to coax him afterwards.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhen sighed imperceptibly.

Then she started to coax him—she deliberately twisted her ankle, then let out an exaggerated cry of surprise, and fell forward down the stone steps.

Jing Chen immediately leaned down and caught her.

Yan Zhen took the opportunity to throw herself into his arms.

This sudden movement was like a pebble falling into water with a thin layer of ice, shattering Jingchen's already fragile bad mood with a "splash".

From the top of the mountain to the bottom, Jing Chen carried Yan Zhen down the long stone steps.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, with Yan Zhen's deliberate coaxing, Jing Chen's remaining awkwardness disappeared, and on the way back, he put his arm around her waist with complete confidence.

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After getting married, Jingchen felt like a serf who had been liberated and was now singing songs of triumph. In addition, he secretly harbored the intention to take revenge on Yanzhen. Every now and then, he would find an excuse to make a scene and have a fight with Yanzhen.

The reasons for his temper tantrums were varied, including but not limited to the fact that he had to get up early every day to work at dawn, and Yan Zhen couldn't get up and didn't say goodbye to him.

He returned home late from his shift, and Yan Zhen went to sleep before he did.

And when he saw his colleagues wearing purses embroidered by Yan Zhen's wife, he frantically hinted that he also wanted one embroidered by Yan Zhen, but because he expressed it too subtly, Yan Zhen didn't get his meaning.

When he lost his temper, he neither yelled nor made sarcastic remarks. He would add food to Yan Zhen's plate during meals, carry her onto his horse when they went out, and bring back any snacks she liked from the market when he passed by after his shift.

He did everything he was supposed to do, but kept a cold face and didn't speak to Yan Zhen.

In the two weeks following their marriage, Yan Zhen had to coax him almost every two days.

Jing Chen was easy to coax. As long as Yan Zhen used a few kind words, his expression would immediately brighten.

But the next time he loses his temper, he will still act unreasonably.

Yan Zhen tried to coax him a few times, but gradually lost patience.

Although she was determined to accommodate Jingchen's debt repayment, she did not want to lower herself too much.

In order to break free from being led by the nose, Yan Zhen had a large quantity of medicinal herbs purchased, reopened the pharmacy, and focused his efforts on making medicine.

But this time, instead of a beauty cream, they were making concentrated pills to treat typhoid fever.

At this time in the previous life, the original owner had not yet been killed. The online guide mentioned that in about a month, winter would arrive, and the cold weather would cause a wave of typhoid fever to break out in the capital and surrounding towns, killing and injuring many people.

With nothing else to do, Yan Zhen wanted to prepare a batch of pills in advance, so that there would be no medicine available in the capital if typhoid fever broke out.

As a result, Yan Zhen spent his days in the pharmacy and rarely even left the bamboo garden.

Pharmaceutical manufacturing is no easy task. Often, after a long day, when Yan Zhen finally returns to his room to rest late at night, his back aches so much that he doesn't want to move.

She lay sprawled on the bed like a salted fish. Jing Chen stared at her for a while, then walked to the bedside, braced himself on the bed with one hand and reached out to put his arm around her waist, turning her over so that she was lying face down on the bed.

Yan Zhen paused at his action, then said, "Can we do it another day? I'm too tired today."