Grudge Breaker

Chapter 193: Emotional Force
Late at night, Song Weichen stood in front of the bed holding the half jade pendant, with an embarrassed expression.

Granny Huang only said that she would use the power of love to guide the Yellow Tiger Soul. The stronger the love, the faster the connection. But she didn't say what constitutes a strong love. Considering that every time the Yellow Tiger Soul appeared before, it always had a "clear purpose" and "insatiable desires", it wouldn't be that he wanted them to do something shameful between husband and wife, right?

Although she had long been in love with Mo Tingfeng, and although this place was only her consciousness and not a physical entity, Song Weichen was not mentally prepared for this...
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Mo Tingfeng made the bed. Seeing her standing there motionless, he subconsciously reached out to pull her. "Go to sleep. Why are you standing there like an idiot?"

She jumped back as if she had been electrocuted, and laughed awkwardly, "Um... will the ban backfire if you get too close to me here?"

With the previous experience at Sikong Mansion as a lesson, Mo Tingfeng thought about it and decided to tell the truth.

"Yes. The Emotional Severing Restraint is a forbidden technique that uses the mind to restrain the body. Although my true self is in Pingyang, the backlash is no different. It's just that the mind has no sense of pain, so I can't feel it at the moment."

Hearing this, Song Weichen breathed a sigh of relief. That was it! Safe! Safe! So she threw herself on the bed and rolled into the bed. She had been sleepy for a long time...

Mo Tingfeng then lay down as well. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was not right. Why would this little liar ask such a question?
He pulled her out of the bed and held her in his arms, "Are you afraid that I will take this opportunity to do something to you?"

Song Weichen, who was wearing the "Instant Sleep System", was almost asleep. Hearing his question, he could only force himself to respond, "No way, President Mo is a gentleman. I was afraid that I would lose control and take the opportunity to force myself on you, but I feel relieved when I hear that you are still restrained... No, I think it's a pity! Ahem, what a pity."

Mo Tingfeng couldn't help laughing. This little liar always liked to act like a big shot. It was obvious that he had never experienced the hardships of life.

With a smirk on his face, he turned her around to face him, his eyes full of flirtation.

"I've thought about it carefully. The illusion of Huangjia Village is in the second layer of the magic circle. The influence of the love-severing restriction here is minimal. Since we are willing and the night is short, why don't we...?"

Song Weichen was so frightened that he woke up from his sleep.

She laughed awkwardly, her hands pressed tightly against his chest, "Haha, I don't think this is necessary. After all, this is Granny Huang and Brother Hu's house, let's not get too involved!"

Mo Tingfeng took the opportunity to hold her hand on her chest and spoke in an ambiguous tone.

"That's where you're wrong. We are now their accomplices. If we are not fully immersed in the play, how can we use our emotions to lead the yellow tiger back here? And how can we put an end to all this? Do you want that chaotic soul to escape and harm others again?"

Song Weichen was speechless and couldn't think of any words to refute. This big-tailed wolf was clearly trying to use moral blackmail. He was as rude as a shrimp or a pig, and had a very bad conscience.

Seeing that she was as nervous as a squirrel whose food supply was stolen in the middle of winter, Mo Tingfeng didn't have the heart to bother her anymore.

"You're just kidding. For lovers, lust is only a part of the power of love. If they are deeply in love, they can still lure the yellow tiger here without doing this. Besides, even if I wanted to do something bad to you, I would have to remove the love-killing ban and marry you into the mansion first. How could I be so hasty?"

He held Song Weichen in his arms again and stroked her hair gently, "Go to sleep. With me by your side, you won't have nightmares."
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Maybe it was a hint from Grandma Huang's "system", but that night, Song Weichen dreamed of Huang Meiyun and Huang Hu when they were young. It was her birthday, and Huang Hu went to the town and bought her a very cheap guqin as a gift. After all, the young couple didn't have that much spare money.

Huang Meiyun was good at needlework, so she thought of making a mosquito repellent sachet for Huang Hu. There were many mosquitoes in the summer, and he was busy outside all day, so it would be good to have some protection against them.

In fact, in the dream, their life seemed very ordinary. When the weather was good, the two of them would go up the mountain hand in hand to collect herbs and mountain products, carry them back to dry in the yard, and then sell them to the town's herbal medicine and grocery stores.

When Huang Meiyun didn't go up the mountain, Huang Hu would go fishing or hunting alone, and she would take on some needlework at the embroidery shop in town to supplement the family income.

The two of them opened a small plot of land in the yard and planted some seasonal vegetables and fruits. Cucumbers and tomatoes grew very well in this season. When they sat in the yard at night to watch the stars, they often picked one, scooped it from the nearest water jar, washed it, and took a sip. It was cool, sweet and crisp, without any of the heat that is common in summer nights.

Later, the heat became even worse. Huang Zhenyun was afraid of heat since she was a child. Huang Hu was worried that she would not sleep well at night because of the heat, so he often lay on her side after she fell asleep, with one hand on her head and the other holding a cattail leaf fan to fan her. Therefore, the hot summer in Huang Zhenyun's memory is always just a gentle breeze on her face and the stars in her eyes.

Song Weichen had never had such a specific and mundane dream in his memory.

Especially after arriving in the sleeping world, she was almost always harassed by the nameless monster in her dreams. In reality, it was even more unrealistic. Soul chaos, spells, prohibitions, barriers... these things that she used to see only in fantasy dramas have become commonplace in her daily life. She has forgotten what real life is like.

The kind of days that you feel are dull and ordinary as you go by, but when you look back you realize how precious they are.

Who says passionate love and emotional stability can't coexist?
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The dream was so warm that Song Weichen woke up in the morning with a smile on his face.

Without exception, she opened her eyes and met Mo Tingfeng's eyes that were as black as stars. He always looked at her like this when she slept, and she was used to it. "What did you dream about that made you so happy?"

"Hmm... I dreamed about our daily tasks here."

Song Weichen told Mo Tingfeng about his dream in detail. Perhaps this was exactly what Grandma Huang hoped for. Why not they just go along with the days in the dream and see how things develop first.

Moreover, although the two of them looked like Huang Meiyun and Huang Hu in the eyes of others, they didn't know anyone except Huang Yingyun after all, and it would be easy for them to be exposed if they interacted with each other - it's not that they were worried about being exposed, but it might not be conducive to completing the main task of this "copy".

It would be better for her to follow the dream's instructions and let Mo Tingfeng go to town to buy a guqin while she pretended that she couldn't remember anything after falling into the water yesterday. In addition, Huang Hu was not at home, so she had to ask Huang Yingyun to take her around the village to get familiar with the people and things. This way, when Mo Tingfeng came back, the two of them would have a plan for what to do.

After the agreement was reached, Mo Tingfeng packed up and prepared to go out. Seeing Song Weichen smiling at him, he looked at himself and asked, "Any questions?"

He was still wearing Si Chen's black brocade robe. Huang Hu's clothes didn't fit him well, so he thought about going to town to buy two sets of clothes for himself and Song Weichen - although whatever they wore would look the same in the eyes of others, he always felt awkward.

"Nothing, I just think it's interesting. It seems like we have entered a farming dungeon. I don't know what the boss's ultimate move is. Are they going to let us catch fish within a limited time?"

Isn't it good to have fighting and killing? Song Weichen was so happy in his imagination that he smiled with narrowed eyes.

Farming? Dungeon? Boss? The little girl always used some strange and unfamiliar words, but he was no longer surprised.

But Mo Tingfeng was not as optimistic as Song Weichen. He always felt that this matter would not end so easily. But at the moment, apart from following Grandma Huang's wishes, there seemed to be no better way.
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After lunch, Huang Yingyun took Song Weichen for a walk in the village. On the one hand, she complained that Song Weichen was being outrageous. Drowning didn't just drown the brain, so how could she have periodic amnesia? On the other hand, she complained that Huang Hu was being outrageous. He didn't even go home when she was in such a state. He was really heartless.

When they walked around the village and returned to Grandma Huang's yard, Song Weichen was already holding a lot of things: roasted sweet potatoes given by Aunt Zhang at the west end of the village, and peanuts given by the daughter-in-law of Uncle Liu at the entrance of the village. Uncle Liu had bad legs and feet, but when he heard that she had fallen into the water yesterday, he quickly went to the house and dug out half a piece of brown sugar. He insisted that Song Weichen bring it back, and then cut ginger slices and soaked them in water to drink to drive away the cold.

There was also dried rabbit meat that Mrs. Zhang had dried in the sun at the east end of the village, and eggs that had just been laid by the hens at Aunt Chen's house... Song Weichen filled her pocket with her clothes, but she couldn't take any more. Fortunately, Huang Yingyun helped her.

The villagers were kindhearted and treated everyone equally, as if they were one family. Apart from other things, the things she was holding in her arms now might not be something that the person who gave them to her would be willing to eat, especially the brown sugar. Even a poor student like her knew that sugar and honey were extremely precious in ancient times.

Song Weichen was deeply moved and his eyes became wet, but he tried his best to hold it back.

If there were no wars or natural disasters, wouldn't such a village be a paradise on earth? No wonder Huang Hu wanted to come back so badly.

Song Weichen suddenly hoped that Huangjia Village really still existed, and that Grandma Huang could successfully resolve the matter and return to the village to live out her days.

After entering the yard, Huang Yingyun naturally helped her tidy up things, watered the acacia tree and the small field, helped Song Weichen pick and wash the vegetables, and when she saw smoke rising from the chimneys of every household, she hurried back to her home to cook dinner.

Song Weichen leaned against the door and looked at Huang Yingyun's back, and suddenly an idea that might not be correct came to her mind - although this was just an illusion, she still wanted to prevent certain things from happening.

If Huang Yingyun moved away before the war in the south broke out, and moved back after the war, wouldn't she have to face the difficulty of conscription? And since her husband would not be conscripted, Huang Hu would not have to go to the south for him. Could this save something?
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Song Weichen sniffed. Who was cooking? It seemed to be stir-fried potato shreds. It smelled so good!

The scattered thoughts just now were brought back by the sense of smell.

Strangely enough, after her spirit left her body, she was not only no longer disturbed by the marks of her past life, but she even regained her sense of taste and appetite. She was actually hungry!

Watching Huang Yingyun helping her wash and cut the vegetables, and looking at the...earth stove and iron pot in the house, Song Weichen swallowed his saliva. He had seen how to use this kind of earthen stove on TV. She was so smart and clever, he thought he could give it a try!
And when Mo Tingfeng comes back and sees the meal she has prepared for him, he will probably be very surprised for a while. Thinking of this, Song Weichen became more motivated.

I stuffed a few pieces of dry firewood into the stove, found a fire starter, and tried hard to light the bark in my hand. I almost burned my clothes! I threw it into the stove at the critical moment, but the firewood didn't light up - oh, the firewood was too big...

He found an axe and chopped the wood into small pieces, but almost chopped his foot with it. This was so clumsy and dangerous that the dog shook its head when he saw it.

As soon as Mo Tingfeng arrived outside the yard, he saw thick smoke coming out of the door instead of the chimney. He was frightened. He threw his things at the door and flew into the house in an instant.

What's going on? This little girl is playing with him while he's away, burning the rattan armor soldiers? !