In the current scene, Wan Xiuzi has every reason to believe that the woman's trembling of hands and excitement will kill him. Seeing the group of Taoist boys below stunned, he felt the sharp pain on his neck again. Threat of loss of life, for a moment, his face was grim, and he shouted sternly: "Let him go, what are you doing in a daze, let him go!"
It's just that although the words are shouted, people dare not move.
The blood left has already stained the skirt of the clothes red.
The Taoist boys below glanced at Xie Wei, but they still retreated reluctantly.
Xie Wei's hand hanging by his side was still bleeding.
But he didn't care about it at all, he just looked up at her standing on a high place, she faded away from the softness of the old girl, and put on a sharp edge, and he vaguely remembered the posture when she smashed his piano in a hurry, so the corners of his lips Slowly bending over, he actually laughed.
His body was covered in blood, but his brows were soft.
There were already a lot of people attacking from outside, and they surrounded them in all directions, so there was almost no chance for the people at the helm of the Tianjiao to escape, so they quickly formed a crushing advantage and controlled the scene.
Jiang Xuening saw Yan Lin and Lu Xian walking in from the door.
Soon there was an uproar.
Jian Shu's frightened face flashed past the crowd, and several people went up almost immediately to check on Xie Wei's situation, but he was still looking at Jiang Xuening, and at the same time calmly gave some orders to the people around him.
However, when the words fell, the body shook slightly imperceptibly.
The whole person fell down without warning!
At that moment, it was like a jade mountain collapsed.
All kinds of voices entered Jiang Xuening's ears sharply, but they just mixed together meaninglessly, forming a chaotic hum in her mind, but instead filled the picture she saw with a paradoxical silence.
The world seemed to collapse with it.
There was a moment of silence, followed by chaos.
People rushed into the ditch like a tide and surrounded Xie Wei.
But she was like a rock on the shore, motionless, most of her sight was blocked, and she couldn't see him.
Jiang Xuening's fingers were tightly clasped on the blade, and she still didn't let go of Wan Xiuzi, and she didn't move at all. Until the people below helped Xie Wei away in a panic, someone quickly came up and took Wan Xiuzi out of her hands.
She looked up and saw a pair of worried eyes.
Standing in front of her, Yan Lin's tall figure was reflected by the flames, he only looked at her with a particularly silent gaze, his eyes turned a thousand times, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Ning Ning, you like Mr. Such a person will be very tired."
Jiang Xuening only looked at the small pool of blood on the ground.
She seemed to have never heard of it.
People are like in a dream, just thinking: I also know. But such a person, how can I forget, how dare I forget...
"Ningning..."
Shen Zhiyi originally came to play chess with her, and seeing her play, she stared at one of the chess pieces in a daze, looking out of control, a little worry appeared in her eyes, and she called her softly.
Only then did Jiang Xuening come back to her senses.
Shen Zhiyi arrived at the Runing Mansion only two days after the incident.
She was going to come with Yan Lin and the others, but there are soldiers stationed in Huangzhou, how could she be willing to let her, a royal princess, know? Therefore, she declined, and asked her to prepare a car for her to drive, and the departure was several days late.
Arrived only when things were decided.
Jiang Xuening and Xie Wei went through hardships and dangers, and Shen Zhiyi also heard about it.
It's just that after all, she is no longer the innocent princess of the past.
Xie Wei looks like a bright and beautiful person, but he has a dirty heart inside. She is only worried that this person is like an abyss, dragging Jiang Xuening down.
If it was usual, Jiang Xuening might have noticed Shen Zhiyi's hesitant eyes, but these two days she didn't even take special care of her own affairs, so some obvious details were ignored and never noticed.
At the moment, he still smiled and asked: "Should I go down?"
Shen Zhiyi looked at her for a long time, and there were thousands of things in her heart that she wanted to say to her, even the thing that made her hesitate for a long time, but at this moment she couldn't say it, she just suppressed the complicated eyes and smiled. Said: "It's your turn."
Jiang Xuening made a few random moves.
In the end, Shen Zhiyi won.
Her muddle-headed way of playing chess, even if Shen Zhiyi wanted to let her go, she really couldn't get any results. In the end, she knew that she didn't have any intention of playing chess right now, so she dragged her to talk for a while, and called She had a good rest and left by herself.
Jiang Xuening sat in the house, but did not go to sleep.
The sudden attack two days ago naturally wiped out the branch of Tianjiao. All the bandit leaders, including Wan Xiuzi and Lu Tai, were captured and imprisoned in the dungeon.
Xie Juan's injury was not light.
Zhou Qihuang and several other doctors were also anxious for a while after being busy.
It's just that Jiang Xuening didn't go to see it.
She seemed to want to take some time to sort herself out thoroughly.
Or maybe it's just fear.
It was only at this moment that she lowered her eyes and asked the maid who came to serve her, "How is Mr. Xie?"
The servant girl was originally served in the general's mansion.
trauma.
It's just a hand, and indeed it can only be regarded as a "trauma".
After Jiang Xuening heard this, it was really difficult to say how many emotions were mixed together in her heart, so she simply stopped distinguishing, got up and walked out.
It was afternoon.
There is a melodious warbler singing outside the window.
The green trees are shaded and the sun is shining brightly.
For Xie Juan's residence, he still chose a secluded courtyard.
On the high platform built of stones outside, the fresh blood had just dried up, she didn't even look at it, she went straight through the edge of the courtyard, and saw the closed door next to a tree of no worries.
Daoqin is still in the capital and has not returned.
Now the only one serving Xie Wei is Jianshu, and Xiaobao who was rescued by Tianjiao.
When the two saw her, their expressions were different.
Xiaobao is ashamed and guilty.
A look of sadness flashed across Jianshu's eyes, but when he saw Jiang Xuening, he had some hopes.
There was a faint trembling sound in the room.
It's just not as smooth as it used to be.
Even the pitch was a little off, with a stiff stagnation.
Jiang Xuening's heart suddenly throbbed, she almost didn't speak, she stood still for a while, but she never heard the piano sound in that room again.
Jianshu said in a low voice, "Mister doesn't want to see anyone."
Jiang Xuening stood outside the door, only turned in and said, "Sir, I want to come in."
There was no answer for a long time.
She suppressed the turbulence in her heart, and put a smile on her face, only assuming that he had acquiesced, and stretched out her hand to push the closed door open.
The house smelled of bitter medicine.
Xie Wei was wearing a simple white shirt, sitting cross-legged on the arhat bed under the window, with a table on top and a piano on the table. The wounds on his body had already been treated, medicine was applied to his left hand, and it was wrapped with a snow-white silk cloth, and some faint scars could still be seen on the exposed slender fingers.
The morbid paleness on his face reminded people of the first time they met him.
just then...
Jiang Xuening's eyes were sore, and she walked quietly to his side, and Luohan sat on the bedside, but stared at him with a smile: "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Xie Wei looked at her without answering.
She took his hand to look at it, and for a moment, tears almost rolled out of her eyes, but she held it back and teased him not without ridicule: "Others say you have no plans, but sometimes, you clearly Not smart at all, very stupid. I saved you back then, not out of any kindness, I just didn't want you to die beside me, I was afraid."
How can Xie Wei fail to see through her strong support?
But not debunked.
He just lowered his eyes and took her hand. On the slender left wrist, a thin scar still hasn't faded, and the warm fingertips pressed gently, and there are still some traces.
He comforted her flatly: "I'm afraid too."
It's hard to imagine that such a sentence came out of Xie Wei's mouth.
He is decisive in killing, how can he be afraid of a dead person?
Jiang Xuening looked at him, feeling uncomfortable, and slowly said: "It's not worth it for me."
Xie Wei chuckled: "It's just that I couldn't play the tune correctly for a while, and it was just an obsession that I couldn't let go of. It's good to let go now."
He was the worst at learning the piano when he was young.
The biasability is stronger. My mother also said that there is nothing bad in the world, and those who are afraid are those who are hardworking. Willing to learn, willing to practice, as time goes on, you can always stand out from the crowd. Heaven is not thick with talents and people, what people give to themselves is nothing more. Therefore, for more than 20 years like a day, he has never been destroyed, but he can be regarded as a high-level talent in the piano.
He was dissatisfied all his life, and he used the word "lose".
Learning the piano is just one of them.
However, Jiang Xuening almost shed tears because of his calm and breezy sentence, her mood was like surging in the clouds, and after turning around several times, it floated into the sky.
But she dared not ask him if he could still play.
After a long time, he only said in a low voice: "Xie Ju'an, I'll play it for you later, okay?"
Xie Wei caressed her cheek with his fingers, and smiled at her half-disgustingly: "You play so badly, you don't even know how many pieces..."
Jiang Xuening stared at him.
Then he straightened up slowly, raised his cheeks, leaned forward lightly, and dropped a feather-like kiss on his thin lips, but his eyes were filled with a layer of moist light from the mist, and said: "Then you will teach me later. "
Famous teachers produce outstanding apprentices.
If he teaches well, she will surely learn.
If he can't learn it, it must be his fault.