today's random snippets of strangely established relationship moments in the Story of Kunning Palace novel. wherein our girl is grieving for You Fangyin.
But today, she didn't say or do anything, yet Xie Wei seemed to know what she was thinking.
She did want to talk to someone.
It's just that after realizing that he knew everything, she kept in silence, and it seemed that there was no need to say any more.
Jiang Xuening sat down quietly on the small wooden bench next to the stove, watched Xie Wei put the chopped diced into the ready-to-cook porridge, took a spoon to stir it slowly, and finally said: "I haven't really killed people."
Xie Wei stirred it well, and put the lid on the pot again.
He also sat down by the stove, next to her. His eyes fell on the red-hot coals, and he was extremely calm: "There is always a first time."
Jiang Xuening slowly hugged her knees, leaned down, blinked, seemed to be thinking more, and did not speak.
After waiting for a while, when the outside was completely quiet, he poured some porridge into a bowl and served it to her. The two of them didn't bother to move an extra table, they just sat by the stove and ate a half-hot bowl in this slightly cold frosty night.
Xie Wei sent her back to the house, knowing that she was not in a very good mood. He tucked her into the bed, kissed her on the lips, and said: "We won't practice the qin tomorrow morning, you can sleep late."
Zhou Yinzhi gritted his teeth, stared at her, and his voice came out of his throat like dripping blood: "The girl promised! That letter! You clearly promised, as long as I am willing to help the insider, you will forget the past, forgive me."
Jiang Xuening looked at him with pity: "So you actually believed it?"
At this moment, Zhou Yinzhi's face turned ashen.
But Jiang Xuening just raised her head, looked at the city gate that had been opened wide, thinking that the world is ridiculous, and said slowly: "That's right, in the eyes of Mr. Zhou, a person like me is considered good and easy to deceive."
She thought, it's getting late, and it's better not to delay the army from entering the city.
So she stretched out her hand to the swordsman beside her.
Jianshu handed the sword to her.
She has almost never held a sword. The sharp long sword was pulled out of the sheath, as if the weight of human life was pressed on the blade, and it fell heavily on the human wrist. When the sky shone, the cold light glistened!
Zhou Yinzhi was struggling.
But there were soldiers on the left and right who came up and held him down.
Jiang Xuening was struggling to hold the sword.
Xie Wei stepped up, covered hers with his palm, helped her hold the sword tightly, only directed it towards Zhou Yinzhi's neck, and smiled softly: "I'll teach you."
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