Transmigrating into a Man's Wife: I Share the Pain with the Male Protagonist

It’s cold. It’s really cold in the room.

Li Mofu crawled back into bed to keep warm, but the heavy quilt felt heavy on his body and didn't keep him warm at all.

He felt like crying as he lay there.

This was the third day since he came into this world. Every day he was freezing to death. The food he ate was not even as good as what the pigs ate. He only had one pot of hot tea every day. If it was not hot, the nanny would not care about him.

Li Mofu huddled in the quilt, wanting to cry but unable to.

He was wrong.

He shouldn't scold the author.

It is the author's freedom to write however he wants, and he shouldn't complain so much.

I should have given a bad review and ran away.

Blame it on his bad mouth...

The more he thought about it, the more Li Mofu wanted to cry, and he actually cried.

How could he, a young man in the 21st century, have ever endured such cold weather? He had nothing to eat or drink, and he couldn't even go out to beg for food or water.

The male wife in the novel was locked up in a small courtyard until she was twenty-one years old and never left.

It was not until the male protagonist was twenty years old that the Taoist priest came and said that the male protagonist was fine, and then took his wife away.

The cold wind was blowing wildly outside the window. Li Mofu felt the cold coming through the window cracks and kept shivering. He felt that if he fell asleep now, he would die.

In such an environment, Li Mofu expressed doubts about his male wife who lived to the age of twenty-one.

Perhaps the male wife did not follow the Taoist priest at all. That was just the external statement made by the Wu'an Marquis Mansion. It is estimated that after the male protagonist was fine, the male wife had already been killed by them.

This is normal. How could the Marquis's Mansion allow the stain of having a male wife to survive?

Li Mofu's curled up body was cold, and his heart also grew colder, but he didn't want to die...

He recalled carefully while trembling, but there was very little description of the male wife in the novel. Li Mofu could only stand in the cold and feel sad about his future.

After a while, Li Mofu couldn't bear it anymore and buried his head in the quilt. Only then did he realize that his face was frozen by tears.

“…” Li Mofu.

When his anger reached its peak, he felt sad, and what was even more sad was that he felt cold in bed.

After a moment of ideological work, Li Mofu still broke down. He stood up trembling, his teeth chattering.

He took the leftover, frozen steamed bun and then huddled back in bed.

"Hehehe..." Li Mofu laughed stiffly, the sound was like the cry of a goose, very unpleasant.

Since he is not living well, the male protagonist should not expect to have an easy life either!

"Pang"

There was a dull sound in the room, and Li Mofu rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious by the steamed bun.

Then a flood of memories hit his head like a wave.

The male wife in the novel is also called Li Mofu. His parents had eight children in total, and he was the eldest.

Li Mofu was found by Marquis Wu'an when he was fifteen years old. Upon seeing this, his parents accepted some money and sent him to Marquis Wu'an's mansion. They did not care what Li Mofu should do.

In their eyes, with so many children to raise at home, it doesn't make any difference whether there is one more or one less, not to mention that working in the Wu'an Marquis Mansion is a good job.

Li Mofu has been dull and cowardly since he was a child.

He never had a chance to enjoy delicious food and drinks at home, and this was even more so when he came to the Marquis of Wu'an's Mansion. Especially after being warned overtly and covertly by the chief steward, Li Mofu spoke even less.

But the Marquis's Mansion did not make things difficult for him, and his life was much better than at home.

Li Mofu had enough to eat, enough clothes to wear, and enough sleep to sleep well. Except for not being able to leave the yard, Li Mofu had nothing to be dissatisfied with.

He also listened to the butler and never let himself get hurt or suffer pain.

But these good days soon came to an end.

When Li Mofu was eighteen years old, which was when the male protagonist Lu Mingyun was seventeen years old, someone gave a beautiful woman to Lu Mingyun, and soon the beautiful woman became his concubine.

The beautiful concubine Bai Wanting learned about Li Mofu's existence from someone, so she would come to the courtyard every few days to find trouble with Li Mofu.

It was also from the time when Bai Wanting started "helping to take care of the backyard" that the food, clothes, furniture and other things that Li Mofu received in his yard were greatly reduced.

There are problems not only in quantity but also in quality.

So in the first winter after Bai Wanting arrived, the male wife Li Mofu in the novel died and became the complaining hero Li Mofu.

On the other side, in the warm study, seventeen-year-old Lu Mingyun was chatting with Zhao Xu. He was about to drink some hot tea to relax when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead. His whole body went black and he fell down.

"Bang!"

"Master!"

"Pure your heart!"

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered without support. Fortunately, the guards behind Lu Mingyun reacted quickly enough, otherwise he would have hit the broken porcelain cup and scratched his handsome face.

"What's wrong with him?" Zhao Xu was frightened. Why did this guy suddenly faint?

"Mo Zhu! Call the manor's physician!" Guard Mo Yi shouted outside the door, then turned back to comfort Zhao Xu, "Don't panic, Young Master Zhao. I'll help the young master back to his room first."

The servant boy outside ran away quickly when he heard it.

After a moment of chaos, Mo Zhu ran in with an old man with a mustache, "What's wrong, young master?"

"The young master suddenly fainted." Mo Yi explained with a frown.

At this moment, Lu Mingyun was lying on the bed. His face did not look sick, but he was unconscious.

"Is there anything unusual before the prince fainted?" asked the old man with a beard.

Mo Yi shook his head. "No, the young master was having a great chat with Mr. Zhao before he fainted. There was almost no sign before he fainted."

Zhao Xu stood at the end of the bed with his hands behind his back, his brows deeply furrowed, his eyes fixed on the old man. He nodded when he heard Mo Yi's words, "Yes, Mo Yi is right. What happened to Jingxin?"

The old man felt Lu Mingyun's pulse and said in confusion after a while, "This... the prince is fine."

"Why did you faint if you were not seriously injured?" Zhao Xu obviously did not believe it. He thought the doctor was a quack.

But Doctor Su has been with the Marquis's family for many years, and he's carefully examined the prince and confirmed that he's fine, so the only possible answer is...

Thinking of the one in the side hospital, Doctor Su gave Mo Yi a look, and Mo Yi quickly understood.

"What's going on?" Zhao Xu looked at Doctor Su and Mo Yi exchanging glances in confusion, and the questioning on his face became even greater.

Doctor Su bowed slightly to Zhao Xu. Although he didn't know who Zhao Xu was, he knew that since he could talk so happily with the prince, he must be a young master from some family. "Don't worry, sir. I'll press the Ren Zhong point and the prince will wake up."

After saying that, Doctor Su reached out and pressed Lu Mingyun's philtrum. After a while, Lu Mingyun opened his eyes.

"Jingxin, are you okay?" Zhao Xu breathed a sigh of relief. If anything happened to Lu Mingyun while talking to him, wouldn't he feel guilty for the rest of his life?

Lu Mingyun opened his eyes and closed them again. He quickly realized what was wrong with him, so he sat up with a bad look on his face. "Hezhi, let Mo Yi take you back first. I have something to do."

"Mo Zhu, accompany me to the Qi Condensation Courtyard."

Lu Mingyun acted very decisively. After giving his instructions, he spoke a few words to Zhao Xu and asked Mo Zhu to bring him a dark blue crane cloak and put it on him.

After a while, someone helped Mo Zhu away.

Zhao Xu looked at Lu Mingyun's back in confusion, "Who is your young master going to settle accounts with?"

"...I don't know." Mo Yi said.

He knew what the young master was going to do, but Li Mofu had been living a peaceful life for so many years, how could it be...

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"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It was a cold winter day and the wooden door was frozen solid. If he knocked on it with his hands, the people in the house probably wouldn't be able to hear him, so Mo Zhu just kicked him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After waiting for a while and still no one came, Mo Zhu changed his leg and continued kicking.

Lu Mingyun stood there wearing a dark crane cloak, exhaling white air from time to time.

It snowed last night. The steward had clearly instructed his subordinates to clear the snow from the mansion, but there was still snow near the Condensing Qi Courtyard.

Mo Zhu wasn't paying attention just now and fell when he walked in. His butt is hurting now.

Lu Mingyun frowned as he looked at the dilapidated and old Condensing Qi Academy. Li Mofu had been living a peaceful life in the past few years, and he had almost forgotten about this person's existence.

Now it seems that he must have been forced into a corner, otherwise he would not have come to him in this way.

"Oh my! Auntie!"

Nanny Lin's voice came out, and she said exaggeratedly and flatteringly, "What are you doing here in the cold winter? Don't freeze yourself. I will do everything you ask..."

As soon as the door opened, Nanny Lin was speechless, her smile froze on her face, and her brain suddenly froze.

The Condensing Qi Courtyard was located in a very remote area of ​​the Marquis' Mansion. Apart from her, almost no one else would come here. Only the maidservant of Aunt Bai would come here once a month.

It is also because of this that Nanny Lin has developed the habit of speaking without restraint over the years.

After all, Li Mofu is a wooden man who seldom speaks, so she can't help but feel lonely and talk to herself when she is alone.

Unexpectedly, I got into trouble today.

"...Young Master, why are you here?" Nanny Lin didn't dare to say anything more. She couldn't think of any solution, so she knelt down subconsciously.

Kneeling on the hard snow, Nanny Lin quickly felt cold all over. If she had known earlier, she would have shoveled the snow in the yard...

"This is the Marquis' Mansion. Does the Young Master need to report to you where he's going?" Mo Zhu was still resentful of the fall he had just had.

This lowly slave actually dared to be lazy. There is snow inside and outside the yard. If he falls, it will only hurt a few times. But what if the young master falls?

"I dare not!" Nanny Lin wailed, "It's just that this yard is too dirty and I'm afraid it will bother the young master..."

Lu Mingyun walked into the yard. The snow had piled up into ice. The house was old and dilapidated and had not been repaired for a long time. The only tree in the yard had been cut down.

"It's too dirty, why don't you go and clean it up!" Although Mo Zhu is a servant, he has followed Lu Mingyun since he was a child. Everyone in the mansion knows that his words are somewhat similar to Lu Mingyun's attitude.

Nanny Lin stood up tremblingly and went to get a shovel.

"Humph!"

Mo Zhu glared at Nanny Lin with disgust. If the old lady knew that the young master had fainted today, she would definitely hold him accountable.

No one has dared to touch Li Mofu for all these years because of that Taoist priest. Who would have thought that someone would dare to put the young master in danger in just such a short time?

Lu Mingyun didn't say a word from beginning to end, he just looked at Nanny Lin twice and remembered her.

He walked up the creaking steps and pushed open the dilapidated door.

The furniture in the room was simple, with only a table and chairs, a bed, and a pile of boxes at the end of the bed.

And on the bed lay a pale, motionless person.

Lu Mingyun was startled and gasped, "Mo Zhu! Call a doctor!"