Chapter 37: There Is No Innocent
The horse galloped, and Gan Peilin's hair was blown by the wind, brushing Jiang Yu's face for a while. There was a unique fragrance on her body that made Jiang Yu want to get closer.
Seriously, in the years since he entered the court, he has seen all kinds of women. It is nothing more than those who respect him, fear him, take advantage of him, and avoid him. It's boring and tight.
Only Gan Peilin is different, on the surface he looks awe-inspiring, but in fact he resists. Although she has been careful to hide her emotions, she always inadvertently expresses disgust. It was as if he were a piece of grease staining her new clothes.
Jiang Yu really wanted to pry open her little brain to see what strange things were in it.
He fell into deep thought, letting Gan Peilin stab his back. Although he didn't turn his head, he could feel his cold gaze watching him all the time.
"That ......" Gan Peilin said a little timidly: "I didn't mean that just now." β
Jiang Yu was silent, wanting to hear her continue.
"I want to say, the Metropolitan Governor is wise and martial, and I am just an ordinary person." Gan Peilin paused, and said stubbornly: "Not worthy of your ......"
Jiang Yu's hand holding the reins tightened slightly.
Gan Peilin straightened his stiff back and deliberately kept his distance.
"Phew!" Jiang Yu grabbed the reins, and the front half of the horse stood upright, with its hooves off the ground.
Gan Peilin lost his center of gravity uncontrollably and fell into his arms all of a sudden. Then the horse galloped again, but she was held tightly by him, unable to move.
This is Jiang Yu's strong riposte to her.
"Jiang Yu, you ...... Don't you think it's naΓ―ve for you to do this? Gan Peilin was annoyed and blushed. Bastard, she didn't dare to say it.
"Am I a real bastard in your eyes?" Jiang Yu provoked and leaned close to her ear.
When she was close enough to speak, the warm breath sprayed on her soft earlobes, tickling.
Gan Peilin crossed his hands in front of him, tightened his neck, and felt uncomfortable as if he was overpowered.
Such a defensive and vigilant posture greatly aroused Jiang Yu's interest. He deliberately whispered in her ear: "You're so afraid of me? β
Before Gan Peilin could react, the sound of the sword unsheathed crossed his ears.
The retinue behind him had already dismounted and rushed towards the people on the stone steps of the temple.
All of a sudden, the dust was flying, the soldiers were fighting each other, and the Buddha gate was also dyed with a red color.
Jiang Yu's men were well-trained and skillfully eradicated obstacles outside the temple with the simplest moves. Then he bowed his hand to Jiang Yu and waited for instructions.
"There is no mercy for killing." Jiang Yu spit out these three words in a normal tone.
Gan Peilin was shocked by his cold tone, and his heart trembled. When the corpse of a monk was thrown out of the temple, Gan Peilin was completely dumbfounded. It turned out that the killing in his mouth was not only referring to the bandits, but also the master of the National Temple.
"Jiang Yu, do you know what you're doing?" Gan Peilin asked softly in a trembling voice.
"Of course." Jiang Yu sat straight on the horse's back, and the hand holding her hadn't let go yet.
A lot of emotions come to my heart together, but the words that come to my mouth are swallowed. In the previous life, he was such a traitor, and she would attack him without hesitation. It's to help Ao Xuan, why not help the world. Gan Peilin couldn't hold back the trembling, and his hands clenched his fists tightly.
"There's no need to sympathize with anyone!" When Jiang Yu spoke well, his voice sounded very comfortable. "If you could only live one, would you give up a glimmer of life to others?"
"I won't." Gan Peilin spoke clearly: "I will not give up a glimmer of life to others, and I will never kill innocents indiscriminately." β
Jiang Yu smiled coldly, reached out and pinched her chin, stared at her pupils and said slowly: "There is no innocent person who dies under my sword!" β