He Huan instinctively dodged Shui Ting's knife edge, but she grabbed the collar. She tried to push Shui Ting away, but the white blade was already against her neck. For a moment, she thought of the picture of Wen Po being held hostage by the black scarf man and sealing her throat with a knife.

"The calligraphy and painting I brought are Tang An's authentic handwriting." Shui Ting yelled at Shen Jinglun.

He Huan couldn't move, he could only watch Shen Jinglun. Suddenly, she felt a slight tingling pain in her neck, and she didn't dare to make any movements.

At the moment when Shui Ting made a move, Shen Jinglun had already turned around and ran towards He Huan. It's a pity that he only took two steps, and Shui Ting had already caught He Huan. He looked at Shui Ting with a calm face, and said word by word: "As long as you don't hurt anyone, you can leave safely, and I can even send someone to send you anywhere you want." ”

Shui Ting chuckled and asked Shen Jinglun rhetorically: "Uncle Shen, do you know what my mission is?" I'm sure you've guessed ......"

"Wait a minute!" Shen Jinglun took a step forward eagerly, his eyes became darker and darker, and his expression changed from his previous indifference, becoming solemn and bitter. "She-" he pointed at He Huan, "in this life, I will never marry her, she is just Xi Yan's cousin to me." ”

"Uncle Shen, if the truth is really as you said, will you be so nervous at this time?"

"I'm nervous, but I don't want anything to happen to anyone because of me." Shen Jinglun quietly took a small step forward again, and then stated: "I took her to my house just because I knew that your target was me, not her." You framed the He family just because you think she is important to me. ”

What are they talking about? He Huan looked at Shen Jinglun in astonishment.

Could it be that he has always known who instructed Shui Ting? He Huan couldn't describe his mood at the moment in words. She suddenly felt that Shen Jinglun was very strange, and she had never even known him.

Shen Jinglun took a deep look at He Huan. Continued to say to Shui Ting: "I think. You already know the way. Not long ago, something happened outside the yamen. Is it worth sacrificing the two of you just to kill her? I may feel guilty for her death, but I will never be heartbroken......"

"Enough!" Shui Ting suddenly shouted, "You don't have heartache if you keep saying that you don't have a heartache, then let's see if the truth is as you say." Her words were not lost. She had reached out and pulled a hairpin from He Huan's head and slashed it across her face.

In the flash of light, He Huan bit Shui Ting's right hand holding the knife, and stepped on her right foot with her left foot at the same time, ignoring the stinging pain in her shoulder, she was eager to get rid of her clamps.

"I'll kill you right now! Let's take a look at whether Uncle Shen will feel distressed. Shui Ting smirked and raised the knife to her chest.

In an instant, He Huan had only one thought in her heart, she wanted to live. She had to live. She dodged Shui Ting's attack in a frenzy.

In just a few seconds, He Huan was already out of breath. Just as she fell to the ground. Seeing the white light flashing in front of her eyes, when she had no way to retreat, she suddenly saw drops of red blood falling on the hem of her skirt, and the red slowly spread, like a little red plum. She looked up and saw that Shen Jinglun was holding the blade with his bare hands, struggling to stop Shui Ting, blood dripping down his palm.

"Quick, catch her!" Lu County ordered to shout. He heard the conversation between Shen Jinglun and Shui Ting, but he was stunned for a moment, and in this short moment, He Huan's shoulder was stuck with a hairpin, and Shen Jinglun's hand was dripping blood. Knowing this, he shouldn't have let Shui Ting live to this day!

The yacha rushed up and immediately captured Shui Ting. Shui Ting let the yasmen press on the ground, his eyes full of disbelief, and his eyes were staring at Shen Jinglun. After a moment, she laughed wildly and muttered, "You said, you don't care about her...... I should have killed her a long time ago. The Lord is right, it is impossible for people to be without weaknesses, even if it is ten or twenty years, there will always be people who worry you...... It's a pity that we can't kill Lin Xiyan, and we can't kill her......"

He Huan sat on the ground in a daze, his ears full of Shui Ting's muttering. The reason why the "Lord" in Shui Ting's mouth was aimed at the He family, and the reason why Shui Ting wanted to kill her was because that person felt that Shen Jinglun cared about her? They waited for ten years, just to kill the people Shen Jinglun cared about and make him feel sad? Could this be the real reason why Shen Jinglun has not married for many years?

He Huan turned his head in distraction and looked at Shen Jinglun. The subordinates of the Shen family had already heard the sound and rushed to treat the wounds on his hands. On the side, Lu County Order, Xiao Zhutou and others apologized to him repeatedly, and then ordered the Ya to send a doctor.

Shen Jinglun pressed the wound on his hand with a clean white cloth, and said to his family: "Go and see how your cousin is, let Daylily come and take care of her." ”

Only then did everyone think of He Huan, and when they looked back at her, they saw that her face was pale and frightened, and she had a hairpin on her shoulder, and the bright red had dyed the clothes around the hairpin.

Seeing this, Shen Jinglun instructed the steward on the side: "You go to the east of the city immediately and take Dr. Li to his home." He instructed the oncoming daylilies again: "You accompany Miss Cousin home." ”

"Cousin-in-law, it's just a skin injury." While speaking, He Huan had already been helped to stand up by Daylily. She pulled out the hairpin on her shoulder, and the pain was so painful that she could only clench her teeth to keep from moaning. Seeing that the blood did not gush out, she knew that it was really just a skin wound, so she pressed the wound with a handkerchief and looked at the water on the ground.

Lu Xianling had already been a head and two big, and he flatteringly asked He Huan to go to the back office to change into clean clothes, and said that he had good medicine for injuries, so he could stop the bleeding first, and then ask the doctor to treat Yunyun.

He Huan stared at Shui Ting, but saw Shui Ting smiling defiantly at Shen Jinglun, his expression seemed to say, even if I die, it doesn't mean that everything is over.

Shen Jinglun frowned slightly, and his lips were almost straight.

He Huan had countless questions in her heart, but there were so many people in the room, she couldn't ask a word, she could only say to Shui Ting: "Who is the 'Lord' in your mouth?" ”

"Boom!" Shui Ting chuckled sarcastically.

"Don't let her bite her tongue and kill herself." Shen Jinglun suddenly spoke.

Yacha hurriedly pinched Shui Ting's cheeks, but he was still one step slower, and blood slowly oozed from the corners of her mouth. Fortunately, although Shui Ting was bent on death, he only bit his tongue. She spat on the blood again, but pinched her cheek because of the yacha, so that she couldn't speak, and could only stare at Shen Jinglun fiercely.

Shen Jinglun ignored her, turned his head to Lu Xianling and said politely, "My lord, can you take a step to speak?" ”

"Yes, yes." Lu Xian Ling nodded repeatedly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and assured in a suppressed voice: "Uncle Shen, don't worry, there will never be any more negligence in the future." Speaking of this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and commanded in a loud voice: "Come on, put handcuffs and shackles on her!" ”

Shen Jinglun took a few steps towards the corner and whispered, "My lord, I have a reluctant request. ”

"Uncle Shen, please say, you don't need to be polite."

"My lord, I originally thought that as long as it was proved that the painting in her hand was not Tang An's authentic handwriting, the matter would come to an end, but I thought it was too simple." Shen Jinglun sighed lightly and said in a lower voice: "After the adult is sentenced according to law, I wonder if Lu Dao can spare her life?" ”

"Uncle Shen, do you want to follow the vine and catch her master?" Lu Xian Ling hurriedly patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, I will order Lin Zhutou to interrogate her well, and make sure she tells her where her master is hiding." Speaking of this, he glanced at Shen Jinglun and asked cautiously: "Uncle Shen, forgive this official for asking too much, you seem to know who she was instructed by in the morning." ”

Shen Jinglun didn't answer immediately, and his eyes deepened and he couldn't see the bottom. After a long time, he whispered as if he was emotional: "There are some things, Lord Lu still doesn't know how to do it." As for sparing her life, I just hope that she will pass on a word to her master on my behalf. The implication of his words was that he did not have the luxury of catching the person who instructed Shui Ting.

Just as Shen Jinglun and Lu Xianling were talking in a low voice, He Huan looked at them and stared down at Shui Ting.

"Miss Cousin, you don't want to go home, it's better to go to Houya first and let the slave maid take medicine for you." Daylily whispered suggests. She saw that in addition to the shoulder injury, He Huan also had a thin scar on his neck. Not only was her face pale, but her hands were as cold as ice water, which was obviously a great shock. Seeing that He Huan didn't speak, she whispered and persuaded: "Miss Biao, don't worry, Uncle will definitely handle everything properly, and will never let go of the person who hurt you." ”

"Humph!" Shui Ting snorted coldly from his nostrils. She had been tied up tightly by the yacha, and a strip of cloth had been stuffed in her mouth.

He Huan was almost certain that Shen Jinglun knew who she was instructed by, but she knew even more that since he had concealed it for so long, it would be impossible for him to tell her in the future. She pressed the wound on her shoulder, squatted down and said to Shui Ting: "Your master, is it really worth sacrificing your lives for him one by one?" ”

Shui Ting looked at He Huan with wide eyes, as if to say, of course it is worth it.

"What kind of hatred do you have for your master and cousin-in-law?" He Huan asked.

Shui Ting chuckled sarcastically, with a hint of contempt on her expression, as if telling He Huan that she was not qualified to know.

"Your master will never have a grudge against his cousin-in-law for killing his father, right?" He Huan was tempting. She wanted to see some clues from Shui Ting's expression. It's a pity that Shui Ting lowered his head and stopped looking at her, with a resolute determination on his face that was bent on death.

He Huan sighed lightly, stood up and looked at Shen Jinglun. Shen Jinglun was still talking to Master Lu, his hands were tied with a thick white cloth, which was particularly dazzling. He Huan looked down at the blood stains on the hem of his skirt. The bloodstains clearly tell that Shen Jinglun once sacrificed his life to save her.

Maybe in the eyes of others, Shen Jinglun just hurt his hands, but He Huan knows how important Shen Jinglun's hands are to him. He was frustrated in officialdom and could only live in Jizhou, where piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were his only joy of life. If one day he can't play the piano and paint, I'm afraid it will make him more uncomfortable than killing him.

Thinking of this, He Huan's eyes turned red. Xie San has a life-saving grace with her, she can't repay his love in this life, and now with Shen Jinglun, what should she do?

At the moment of rebirth, she felt that as long as she remarried Shen Jinglun and grew up with her son, life could still continue, and she would eventually get the ideal life she had always wanted. At this moment, she suddenly found that everything was different, because she had something different in her heart. (To be continued......)