How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

"Well said. Please stop talking. I want to rest for a while. You can do whatever you need to do (*≧m≦*)."

Song Wenjing suddenly felt tired and his head was dizzy.

[good. ]

……

I recuperated for more than a month, and during this period the system transmitted energy to me many times, otherwise it would have been a problem whether I could walk.

"Little Deer, help me go to the street and take a look."

Xiaolu looked worried. He wanted to refuse, but seeing the determined look in the Master's eyes, he could only shut his mouth. "Master, it's windy today. How about we go another day?"

"You said it was windy yesterday, too. Well... for you, it's windy every day. Little Deer, give me that white fox fur coat."

"Call another carriage, that should put your mind at ease, right? Cough cough cough..." If soft tactics don't work, then I have to use hard tactics.

The deer thought about it and nodded in agreement. "Well, you can't get off the carriage this time. Just tell the deer what you want to eat."

"If you encounter danger, don't come out. You have your own little deer to protect you. If you come out and get caught in the wind, your body will return to its previous state."

"You don't care about your health, but the little deer does. When Madam left, she asked the little deer to take good care of you. The little deer will definitely not let anything happen to you."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Song Wenjing knew that he was doing this for his own good, so he didn't refute anything.

The place where he is now happens to be Jiangnan. Because the original owner was born with poor health, he can be said to have been taking medicine since he was a child.

It's just a medicine jar!

One year, a Taoist priest came and said that the original owner must be raised in the countryside to survive, otherwise he would probably die young.

Since his family members could not accompany him, Song's father had no choice but to send more people to take care of his one-year-old son and take him to a farm in the countryside to recuperate.

As expected, the original owner was not as frail and sickly as he was in the capital when he went to the countryside. At least he could still walk and did not cough up blood from time to time.

Seeing the effect, Song's father had no choice but to leave his son in the countryside of Jiangnan.

The market was bustling with people, filled with the sounds of hawking and selling things, and it was a lively scene. Some scholars were chatting and laughing in a restaurant, discussing their respective ideals.

"Sir, there are all kinds of little gadgets there. Would you like to take a look? This is a little tiger made of cloth. How about Xiaolu go and buy one?"

Xiaolu is not very old, the same age as Song Wenjing. He grew up with Song Wenjing since childhood. He is the son of the housekeeper.

People of this age are lively and active, always like to see some strange things, and Xiaolu is not surprised. Because of the young master's illness, he rarely has time to go out.

He was worried about leaving the young master in the care of others.

Song Wenjing held the heater in his arms, listening to Xiaolu's words beside him. He felt a little helpless, "Your son is not a child, why would he like a toy meant for children?"

"Don't tell me you like it? If you like it, just buy it and no one will laugh at you. If you do, tell me."

Xiaolu blushed and retorted, "Sir...I don't like this, but I saw that you were a little quiet, so I wanted to make you happy."

He is such a grown-up, how could he like this thing? If I tell anyone about it, it will bring shame to the young master.

This is absolutely impossible.

"You..." Song Wenjing smiled helplessly, "You should go out for a walk more often. You're not afraid of getting bored staying in the house. Are you out of money?"

"No, I won't be bored as long as I'm with you. Sir, I still have the silver you gave me."

"That's good."

Song Wenjing was wearing a fox fur coat and holding a heater in his hand, but the coldness in his body still made him shiver. It felt like there was a piece of ice in his bones and he couldn't warm it up no matter how hard he tried.

But he couldn't let the deer notice it. After all, based on the deer's personality, it would definitely let him go home.

He wanted to go out more often. What if he really ran into An An? (?′w`?)

"Sir, why did you come out? If you're bored, you can stroll around the garden. You can also ask the actors to perform in the courtyard."

"I heard that there's a group of actors who are performing really good operas lately. The local officials have called them over many times."

"If you like, Xiaolu can call them over."

Xiaolu would always tell Song Wenjing what he saw and heard, and unless Song Wenjing refused, he would keep talking.

"I want to find someone who I can't meet by lying at home. I can't be careless about this."

"I like quietness. The noise of the actors is giving me a headache. Let's just forget about it."

Xiaolu was a little surprised. The young master had been lying in bed since he fell ill. How could he have time to make friends?

The number of times the young master has been to the street since he was a child can be counted on one hand. Due to his physical condition, he doesn't even have any close friends.

"Sir, who are you looking for? How about Xiaolu ask someone to investigate? It will take too much time to search aimlessly like this." If the young master was in good health, he would not say anything more.

But the young master's body can't take it any more.

Song Wenjing naturally sensed the worry in Xiao Luyu's eyes. He consoled her, "Go out for a walk more often. Breathing fresh air will also help your recovery."

"Let's just investigate once. Have someone keep an eye out for any strangers coming in these few days. Report them to me, especially those dressed extravagantly."

He didn't dare ask anyone to investigate An An. Now he and An An were strangers. Investigating for no reason would only make An An annoyed.

It’s better to let the meeting take its course naturally!

"Well, okay, I'll listen to you, sir."

The carriage drove around the street and then went back.

[Host, are you not going to look for it anymore?]

Song Wenjing had already explained to it that the system really had not expected that there would be so many strange and bizarre things in this world.

There actually is a parallel universe, and it's 1000 years from this era.

"This matter cannot be rushed. I have already arranged for people to keep an eye on various places in Jiangnan. I even hurried to paint the portrait, avoiding the deer. I will send it to them after the painting is completed."

"If we can't even find this, then it just means we're not meant to be together."

Song Wenjing could feel that this body could not be used up. If he died accidentally, how would he be able to see An An?

You can't rush this.

[What if we're truly not meant to be? Host, you won't stop looking for a villain, will you?]

Song Wenjing's eyes were like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, fierce, cruel and ruthless, which was creepy!

"Oh! If there is no opportunity, create one. As long as you create opportunities, why worry about not having fate?" As long as you have the means and do things secretly, who would know?

He said it was a chance encounter, who could refute that?

Opportunities are reserved for useful people, and creating opportunities is a helpless act.

An An will definitely understand!

System: […As expected of the host!] I really thought the host would give up!

I didn't expect that they had even thought of a way out. After all, the villain is the emperor. If they can't meet him in Jiangnan, they can also go to the capital.