Chapter 5 — Snow Covered Jade Boi

He hugged me in front of his chest, using a large cloak to cover me.

“Price!”

The horse neighed loudly, its four hooves kicked up, rushing straight into the white rain. The guards were scared to death, no one dared to stop them.

“Deputy general... his soul has returned to life!”

That night, the capital circulated a strange passage: The soul of Great General Pho, in the night of heavy rain, reclaimed his deposed wife. The wind and rain pounded on his tough armor, emitting jingling sounds like jade bells ringing in the middle of the night. I leaned into his arms, quietly listening to that powerful heartbeat. It's been ten years. Finally, I can smell the clean scent of soapberry on him again, not the strong smell of makeup that makes people nauseous.

6

The young man Pho Trinh took me back to the abandoned temple outside the city. He carried me into the main hall, his eyebrows frowned, his face full of hate:

"How can this place be inhabited? There's not even a door frame to block the wind."

The young man Pho Trinh laid me down on the driest pile of straw, took off his cloak and covered me.

"Ha Ha, wait a moment, I'll go fix the roof of the temple."

He hadn't even had time to take off his heavy armor before he turned around and rushed into the cold rain. I looked at his figure climbing up and down, my eye sockets burning. Ten years ago, we also lived in a dilapidated house like this. At that time, I had just gotten married and my family was so poor that we couldn't even afford a chest. Every time it rained, Pho Trinh would carry a basin to catch the water, protecting me from leaking, while half of his body was wet. He said: "When I confer the title of Marquis, I will definitely build her a golden house." Now the golden conch is there, but the person entering is not me. The next morning. I was awakened by the aroma of rice porridge. Opening his eyes, he saw young Pho Trinh squatting in front of the temple door, guarding next to a small furnace. His face was covered in black ash, looking like a calico cat, clumsily fanning the fire with a bamboo fan. The silver armor had been taken off, neatly folded to one side, wiped clean and shiny. He wore white robes, his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong, muscular arms. Hearing the noise, he turned his head to look at me, his eyes shining like stars.

"Ha Ha, are you awake? Come and taste the porridge I cooked."

The young man Pho Trinh carefully brought a bowl of steaming hot porridge. The porridge was a bit pricey, but as if he were offering a treasure, he solemnly presented it to me.

“I only have this strength, I don't know how to make delicate things.”

"But don't let her go hungry. Even if you have a piece of food, you must give it to her first."

I took the bowl of porridge and took a sip. The porridge taste is mixed with a bit of bitterness, but it is the most heartwarming bowl of porridge I have had in the past ten years. At that moment, a loud noise rang out outside the temple.

"Search carefully! Catch that male and female dog couple for me!"

It's Pho Trinh's voice now, hoarse and angry, carrying the scent of last night's drunkenness. The night before, the guards came home and reported that they had "encountered a ghost", of course he didn't believe it. I just think I found someone pretending to look like him and intentionally defamed him. The large door was kicked open by someone. General Pho Trinh led a team of soldiers and rushed in with an aggressive attitude. Under the sunlight, two identical faces suddenly faced each other. The moment he saw the teenager, the general's pupils shrank violently. That was him when he was eighteen, full of energy vitality, pure light still shines in his eyes. But now, his eyes are sunken with dark circles, his body smells of alcohol, his eyes only have cloudy lust. The general was stunned for a moment, then burst into a shrill laugh.

"Very good, Tham Ha Ha, your tricks are truly brilliant!"

"Is this the cheating husband you're looking for? Are you even trying to find someone like me? I can't stand it!"

He pointed at the young man Pho Trinh, his eyes disdainful:

“The makeup is also very clever, unfortunately it's just a fake.”

The young man Pho Trinh put down the bowl of porridge in his hand. The movements were very light, as if afraid of breaking something. He slowly stood up, his body straight as a pine tree. His eyes instantly became sharp like an unsheathed sword.

“You old dog, your mouth is full of feces!”

"Is it worthy to be called Pho Trinh?!"

The teenager did not say another word, immediately grabbed a large wooden stick placed next to the door and used it to block the door. Like a whirlwind, he rushed forward. The great general has been immersed in alcohol for many years, and his skills have long since decayed. He is no match for an eighteen-year-old boy at his peak. Before he could react, the stick brought the sound of the wind and swung straight towards him.

“Pop!”

A strong stick swept into the general's calf. The sound of bones breaking rang out clearly. The general screamed miserably and knelt on the spot. His knee hit the stone floor so hard, it was so painful that his face was distorted.

7

The young man Pho Trinh did not stop. He directly rode on the general, his fists falling like rain. Each blow hit flesh and bone, emitting a deep sound that made the listener's skin crawl.

"This punch is because you forced Ha Ha to kneel in the cold snow!"

“Pop!”

The bridge of the general's nose was broken, fresh blood sprayed like a stream.

“This punch is to destroy your wife because of your favored concubine, there is no question about it!”

“Pop!”

The general's eye sockets were bruised and swollen like dumplings.

“This one punch is because you forgot your original wish and turned into this disgusting scum!”

“Pop!”

With every punch, young Pho Trinh screamed in anger.