Chapter 64: Not to be used as an example

Xie Wei had nothing to do with her, and his voice added a hint of helplessness.

I was in a fit of anger before.

In the past two days, Jiang Boyou and Yan Lin remained calm and composed, and their plea and trust came to mind again. Moreover, he had promised them, and just because of a small matter like the cat, he spoke harshly at her, a young girl who was not yet in her twenties, which hurt her face. In the end, it was a bit excessive.

Not to mention that he was the one who acted arbitrarily first.

Some girls with small temperaments have to be coaxed, maybe they eat soft instead of hard, right?

Xie Wei looked at her expression.

But she looked up at him with some surprise, as if she didn't dare to believe that such words would come out of his mouth, but only for a moment did her emotions leak out. The next moment, she completely restrained herself and lowered her head, saying, "Sir, you speak too seriously. Students dare not be angry with him."

Jiang Xuening originally did not want to interact with Xie Wei. In the previous life, this person left a bad impression on her. In this life, she unexpectedly had more contact, which was beyond her control.

Rationality tells her that the farther away, the better.

Last night when she went back, she thought that although Xie Wei had thrown away the "Women's Commandments" and was not on par with other gentlemen, she also had the intention to defend herself by not listening to Zhang Zhong's lecture for no reason. However, when she calmed down, she realized that a misunderstanding was not bad.

Save Xie Wei from holding her by his side and watching.

Take some breath, take some breath.

So she still put on a refusal attitude from a thousand miles away, turned around and leaned onto the table near Xie Wei, wanting to bid farewell and leave.

The girl's figure was like a tender willow twitching, slender and soft. She wore a light purple fairy skirt, and the hanging skirt swayed gently with her footsteps, exuding a natural elegance in her posture.

It is vastly different from when I first went to Beijing.

In theory, Xie Wei should not have thought of it; But at this moment, her posture as she stood up holding the piano strangely overlapped with the indelible scene in his memory.

Deep in the mountains, the moon is bright, and wild grass is overgrown.

In the deep and alluring shadows of the trees, the night call of the mandrill could be faintly heard, and the decaying scent of the leaves accumulated on the soil over the years mixed with the scent of the surrounding vegetation.

He has a severe fever and is very sick.

Leaning under those few rocks, I almost fell asleep.

But at this moment, the sound of deep and shallow footsteps slowly came over, accompanied by a hoarse voice hidden in excitement and excitement: "Village! Turning around the two mountains ahead, there is a village! I ran ahead and saw the smoke from the kitchen!"

Xie Wei didn't feel like opening his eyes.

But the footsteps came to his side, and the voice also came to his side. Someone shook him hard and said, "We'll be out soon. Wake up, wake up, don't sleep over!"

Xie Wei felt that she was noisy again.

However, when the little girl saw him not waking up, she became fearful and timid, choking up with tears in her voice. "Don't sleep, Wanniang said you won't wake up like this. What should I do if you die? I'm so afraid of death..."

Xie Wei thought she might be worried about herself, but she didn't expect it to be because she was afraid that he would die and scare her.

At that time, I thought to myself, she was not afraid of running away from bandits, running through the wilderness and the night owl, being in danger and difficult to escape, what is there to be afraid of just a dead person?

The dead are the best people in the world.

I don't know how to hide a knife in a smile, nor do I know how to plot and plot.

But as he listened to her crying sincerely and becoming more and more miserable, he slowly lifted his eyes, but the bloody breath he had swallowed in his burning throat surged upwards, making it difficult to say a word.

The little girl's eyes were wide open and there were tears hanging from them.

After seeing that he was not dead, he was taken aback and then became happy. "It's good if he's not dead, it's not scary if he's not dead," he said

At that time, although he was not prominent, he was clearly a young and famous scholar, serving the court; There are many hidden layouts and strategies in Jinling, supported by the Heavenly Cult.

No matter which side they are on, they are not considered small characters.

In this little girl's mouth, not dying is the greatest effect

Xie Wei couldn't help but cough.

Jiang Xuening glanced into the mountains and said, "I can't find anything to eat, and I can't see your injuries and illnesses either. There are traps set by hunters on the mountain, and there must be hunters in the village. If there are hunters, there will be people who can see and treat them. Let's go now, and we'll be able to reach the village at dawn."

She came forward to help him.

The shoulders of a fifteen year old girl were thin and frail, and Xie Wei felt that even a careless leaning could crush her.

The qin is placed on the other end of the mountain.

He stood up unsteadily, turned his eyes, and although there was a severe pain in his throat, he reached out a finger and spoke awkwardly, "Qin..."

The girl looked at him with some anger and said, "It's already difficult for me to save you, I can't bring the piano!"

Xie Wei refused to listen and bent down to pick up the qin.

The girl seemed to have finally become angry. She took a step forward and picked up the qin, then took a few steps back, pursed her lips tightly, probably because the accumulated dissatisfaction had finally exploded. She turned around without hesitation and threw the qin onto the rock!

"Zheng -"

The sound of broken strings accompanied by the broken sound of the piano body suddenly came!

I broke a good qin on the mountain rock.

He could hardly believe what she had done.

The girl looked back at him awkwardly and said, "People are dying and still think about useless things. People like you are not worthy to live!"

That night's frost and moon shone brightly on her like a layer of snow.

Xie Wei crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood, and spent more than twenty years struggling to survive. However, it was the first time someone had smashed his piano and even cursed him as "unworthy of living.".

This is something unprecedented.

Later on, they really arrived at the village and luckily encountered the messenger sent by Jiang Boyou to search, which allowed them to truly escape danger.

However, the struggle for the throne in the capital is currently raging in the dark, with swords and crossbows in the court and in the public. He acts in secret and even has little time to rest, spending most of the year in this profit and fortune field.

Only when Shen Lang ascended to the throne with righteousness and righteousness, and the overall situation was settled, did he finally have leisure time.

One day, I visited Jiang's mansion.

But as they passed by the corridor, they saw the little girl who had already changed into a brocade dress kick a little girl who was not much older than her under the flower rack, with a cunning and even a hint of paranoid malice in her expression

It's really unfamiliar.

Xie Wei couldn't help but recall all the things on his secret journey to Beijing that day, but the more he thought about it, the more distant it became. It suddenly became like a dream, making people doubt whether those things had really happened.

He once mentioned a few words to Jiang Boyou, but Jiang Boyou felt guilty about this homeless and suffering legitimate daughter, and it was not easy to impose strict constraints on her.

Not to mention that she later hooked up with Yan Lin.

The young man was young and full of energy, not knowing how to restrain himself, let alone the truth that too much is better than too little, and indulged in her mischievous and domineering behavior. The hustle and bustle of the capital ultimately harms people, and gradually wears away the trace of the past and character.

Xie Wei rarely thinks of those things again.

Only occasionally do they appear unintentionally.

But there won't be too deep feelings either.

The girl at that time and the girl later on seemed to be two different people.

He thought that whether it was Jiang Boyou's commission or Yan Lin's request, he could refuse.

But why would they agree?

Perhaps you want to teach her? Sometimes people are bound to go astray, but if someone can tell them what is good and how to do it well, they may not be able to return to the right path and regain their original intention.

Through this period of contact, seeing and hearing with his own eyes and ears, Xie Wei felt that the little girl's kindness was still there. Although her temperament was still a bit bad and irritable, it was much better than in previous years.

It's a bit confusing.

He doesn't know if it's all Yan Lin who taught her, as Jiang Boyou said; I don't know if it's because she has grown up on her own and knows everything. But it's not as bad as he thinks.

The brocade handkerchief soaked in water on the fingertip is slightly cool.

Xie Wei withdrew his hand and softened his heart as she turned around to leave. He said, "Anyway, I misunderstood you without asking why. You should be angry with me."

Is this, admitting the mistake?

Jiang Xuening was simply stunned, her eyes slightly widened as she turned to look at him.

Xie Wei smiled at her, his eyes dark but somewhat starry: "Besides, I should owe you something."

It should be what I owe you.

This statement may sound light, but when it falls, it carries a heavy weight.

Jiang Xuening was suffocated by his words, thinking only of the piles, piles, and pieces of her past life, feeling both absurd and melancholic: not only do you owe me, but you owe me too much.

She wants to say goodbye and leave directly.

But at this moment, his footsteps seemed to be fixed on the ground, making it difficult to take a step: the Xie Wei in front of him really subverted her understanding of him

He is a devil dressed in the skin of a saint, a Rakshasa who comes to the Yanluo Temple to collect debts.

Even though everyone said he was calm and gentle, with a noble demeanor, she didn't believe a single word.

But at this moment, he looked at her warmly and apologized to her.

Is she crazy, or is this world crazy?

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Or——

Did she never know the real Xie Wei?

Xie Wei thought she was trying to persuade him, so he got up and walked over. He also took his qin off the wall and explained to her, "I didn't know what Zhang Zhongzhi, the chief editor of the National History Museum, did at first, so I had a preconception. I thought you were stubborn and didn't understand, and didn't want to make progress. Yesterday, I saw the book and found out that he was good at making ideas. I knew you didn't like it, and I also knew that this person had ulterior motives, so he didn't go to the Fengchen Hall or give lectures in the future."

Jiang Xuening subconsciously said, "He's not teaching anymore?"

Xie Wei lowered his eyes and said simply: "Zhang Chong is too old to study history. It's really a bit difficult for him to ask him to lecture to His Highness the Princess Royal Highness Princess."

This statement is too subtle and tactful. If Jiang Xuening is still a foolish and ignorant girl, he may think that Zhang Zhong is tired of them and unwilling to teach them how to read!

But Zhang Chong only got angry and spoke harshly to her the day before yesterday.

Xie Wei threw away his book yesterday, and now he casually says that this person won't come. I also know that Zhang Chong has offended him, so it's not good!

But

Surprisingly a little happy?

It would be great if the old man didn't teach them!

Jiang Xuening bit her lip, feeling that she had already made up her mind to draw a clear line with Xie Wei, but for a moment, her lips still curved slightly uncontrollably.

Xie Wei patiently looked at her and said, "I made a mistake now, and Zhang Zhong is not coming either. And I blamed you wrongly. You also hugged a cat to scare me. It should be considered even now. You should calm down now, right?"

It sounds like this

But Jiang Xuening felt that this person was talking like coaxing a child. With a frown, she felt a bit embarrassed and said, "I don't have one."

Xie Wei saw that she was a dead duck with a hard mouth, but he also knew that the little girl always had a face. With a raised long eyebrow, he didn't go to expose her, thinking that he would finally turn the fight into jade and silk, so he relaxed a bit.

Only said, "It's just that what I said to you at that time was not a joke. Don't fool around with some things in front of me..."

He turned around and picked up the pot on the table to pour himself half a cup of tea.

What he said is that he is not afraid of cats, but rather detests and even hates that thing.

But Jiang Xuening always felt very strange.

Her gaze flickered slightly.

Xie Wei had just taken a sip of tea and was about to bring his qin back to the main hall of the Fengchen Hall.

Unexpectedly, a sudden sound came from behind——

"Meow."

Trembling and chills instantly climb up!

With a shake of his hand, the tea cup almost fell from between his fingers, but the tea had already poured out and landed on the desk. Xie Wei's scalp really exploded, and he suddenly looked back.

The palace is clean and tidy, where is the shadow of half a cat?

Only Jiang Xuening stood behind him, looking at him thoughtfully, then slowly curled her lips, as if she had noticed something interesting. She gently raised her hand, clenched it like a kitten's paw, nodded forward, tilted her head, and said with interest, "Yes, Mr. Xie is not afraid of cats. But sometimes, hatred and fear seem difficult to distinguish."

Xie Wei's face turned cold.

But Jiang Xuening put down her hand the next moment and quickly said before he had a fit, "Now I'm calm!"

"..."

Xie Wei gripped the celadon tea cup, almost unable to crush it with force.

After enduring it, he said, "My temper is not as good as Miss Ning Er thought."

Jiang Xuening was taken aback, lowered her eyes, unable to describe the feeling in her heart. When she raised her hand to look at Xie Wei, she smiled, but her eyes became more serious: "Mr. Xie has an excellent temper."

Xie Wei smiled angrily.

He threw down the tea cup, wiped his hand with a handkerchief, and said, "Who can hold onto your mischievous nature of teasing people from now on?"

Jiang Xuening raised her eyebrows but snorted, "You don't have to worry, sir."

Xie Wei thought about it too.

He stopped and lowered his eyes to look at the water stains on the brocade handkerchief. He laughed and finally let her go. He only picked up the Emei and said, "Let's not do it again."