"Even so, you still can't let go of asking me all the time."

Pian Zheng raised her eyes and stared at him seriously, "Wei Fengyin, do you like me?" ”

The wind was stunned for a while, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Why didn't this woman ask impatiently?

Shouldn't this be his initiative?

Without waiting for Feng Yin's answer, Pian Zheng suddenly replied: "Don't like me, I don't accept it." ”

Feng Yin's face sank, "What do you mean?" ”

"There are 3,000 harem beauties in the world, even if they are princes and nobles, there are countless concubines and concubines, and I am not willing to serve a husband with others." Pian Zheng put away the dishes and chopsticks, "I only ask for one heart, and the white head is inseparable." ”

Feng Yin reached out and clasped her jade wrist, "I'm the only one with you." ”

"Then will your father allow you to marry a lowly woman as a concubine?"

Mercy Zheng sighed lightly, "I have no desires, I have asked not to marry for the rest of my life, so you don't have to put your mind on me." ”

She tore his hand away and took it away.

"I don't understand." Feng Yin stood at the stone table, and for the first time felt that the woman's mind was so difficult to guess.

She clearly intended for him, why did she reject him again?

"You don't need to understand." Mercy Kite walked to the kitchen, "You and I shouldn't be. ”

Feng Yin was angry: "Ruan Lianzheng! ”

As if he hadn't heard it, he went into the kitchen, turned and closed the door.

At night, he also wrote the autopsy list by himself, and slept in his clothes, not taking his afternoon to heart at all.

She was in a deep sleep, not even knowing he was coming in.

If she had no intention, how could she have fallen asleep without even plugging in the deadbolt?

Feng Yin really couldn't figure it out, her mind seemed simple, but it was cloudy and changeable, he couldn't properly confess his heart to her, and before he could make clear the agreement when he was a child, she simply rejected him neatly.

There are so many women in the world, who doesn't want to marry into a wealthy noble, only she said such things.

Three wives and four concubines are justified, but she is the only one who thinks the same as him.

Why didn't he want his mother to have his father alone, so why did he wait night and night, crying day and day, and finally got a white silk.

Feng Yin tucked her futon and turned out of the courtyard.

"Thirteen, Yuan Jiu and I need to go all the way with Yin, you need to wait for her official document to be approved and protect her all the way. Plus, there's one more thing for you to do. ”

Thirteen tilted his ears and nodded his head again and again.

Outside the door, however, Xie Jianniang's shouts and knocks came from somehow, and the sound was hurried and hurried, waking up the pianzheng from inside the house.

Thirteen opened the door, and Xie Jianniang only roughly put on a piece of cedar, and came running.

"Miss Ruan, Miss Ruan!"

Xie Jianniang panicked, called around, and grabbed her hand when she saw the pitiful kite.

The kiteer was not as it used to be, but now it was pale and sweaty on its forehead, as if it had just woken up from a nightmare.

"Jiang Nu, Jiang Nu has an accident, you ...... Hurry up and follow me to the county office! ”

Pian Zheng patted the back of Xie Jianniang's hand soothingly, and walked out with her.

"Why are you so alarmed?"

As soon as Xie Jianniang heard this, tears fell, she covered her face with her sleeves, and she couldn't stop crying.

"I didn't dare to tell my child about her father, for fear that Old Man Jiang would drive me out. I only said that we quarreled, and Jiang Nu was still in the county government when she was angry, but right now...... I'm afraid I can't hide it, Jiang Nu ...... Fang just threw himself into the river. ”

Because of this, it is inconvenient for the wind to appear, and it cannot be accompanied by the pitiful kite.

When Lian Zheng and Thirteen arrived at the county office, the candles in the county office room were lit, and Mu Qinghe, Wei Yin and others were at the door.

Wei Chuyin didn't care about this, he was afraid that he would be alarmed, so he came out to take a look.

Jiang Nu died nine times in her life, and in the middle of the night, she was rescued by Wu Yuanzhong, who was beaten.

Wu Tiaozhong was also stunned, seeing people throwing themselves into the lake, and after saving people, he also called for help, which attracted many people, so there was a lot of uproar.

Fortunately, the ginger girl did not have a deep draught and did not die, but she choked a lot of water, and she was afraid that she would be sick for a while.

Mu Qinghe got someone to report it, and he hurriedly asked Lang Zhong to treat Jiang Nu, but he still alarmed a lot of people.

Pian Zheng entered the guest room with a cold face, and the little girl was struggling to change Jiang Nu's clothes.

The dirty clothes and pants on Jiang Nu's body have not yet been put on, and Pian Zheng can see at a glance those wounds that are invisible in the daytime today.

Her hands and arms were covered with bruise finger marks and scratches, and even the collarbone part below her neck was densely bruised, and the base of her thighs couldn't bear to look at directly.

Chen Yinyin inflicted all the pain she had suffered on Jiang Nu.

Pity Zheng couldn't guess that these pains were actually less than half of the suffering that Chen Yinyin had suffered.

But these injuries fell in the eyes of the pity, and she subconsciously clenched her ten fingers into fists.

Jiang Nu was already awake, and she lay there, with a pale face and a bloodless face, as if a puppet with a broken thread was being fiddled with, without resistance.

"Ginger Girl......

Seeing that she was distressed, she called her softly, stepped forward to support her back, and changed her clothes with the girl.

Jiang Nu leaned her head on her shoulder, and tears from the corners of her eyes dripped down her cheeks on the back of her hand.

She whispered, "Why let me live....... why don't you let me die......

There was a sudden heat in her eyes, and she pursed her lips.

Even if the wound on Jiang Nu's body is healed, how to treat the wound in her heart?

Now that there is such a big fuss, I am afraid that my reputation will be damaged, if I stay here and listen to these words......

But she is going to leave in a few days, how can she protect Jiang Nu by her side?

"You see, I came in a hurry, and I forgot to bring you all the sugar gourds you love to eat on weekdays, but I went to the market today to choose them for you, and when I saw you asleep, I couldn't bear to disturb you."

"Look at you again, it's just three or two strings of sugar gourds, just messing with me like this, you be careful that I don't talk to you when I get on the fire."

Pian Zheng took the dirty clothes from the girl's hand, and put it on her with one hand and one hand, and she didn't stop.

Jiang Nu didn't talk about it, and she didn't care, she just muttered to herself.

After changing his clothes, he breathed a sigh of relief, took Jiang Nu in his arms, and put her on the couch.

Xie Jianniang hid to the side and watched and wiped her tears, although Jiang Nu was not born by herself, she was also brought up since childhood.

Jiang Nu kept shouting Xie Jianniang, this word was also heard deep in her heart, how could she not feel distressed?

Xie Jianniang went to the table and poured a cup of tea and handed it over, and Pian Zheng tucked Jiang Nu's futon, then walked out, thanked him and took the teacup, drank it all in small sips, and her throat and eyes were dry.

"Don't quarrel with her tonight, heart disease still needs heart medicine, it's useless to persuade her."

Pian Zheng whispered a few words and went out of the room.

Mu Qinghe was still guarding outside the door, and when he saw that the pityan Zheng came out, he hurriedly asked, "How is Miss Jiang?" ”

"There's Lord Raumu tonight, she's fine." Pian Zheng glanced at Wei Chu Yin lightly, and greeted him.

Wei Yin glanced at Ruan Lianzheng and said with a smile: "Master Mu, Miss Ruan has promised to go to Xiudu with this king, so as to break the case of the City God Temple, but she borrowed the light of Lord Mu. ”

"King Sheng is polite, and the lower officials dare not be the official." Mu Qinghe hurriedly bowed with his hands and shook his head.

The pityan didn't speak, said goodbye in a deep voice, walked quickly, and left the place of contrivedness.

Before she could go far, Thirteen stopped her from the corner of the pimple, and handed a bowl of soup from nowhere.

The water in that bowl was still hot and smelled weird.

Pian Zheng sniffed for a while, frowned, "Do you have to drink?" ”

Thirteen nodded vigorously, "Definitely." ”

The things that the master explained, even if he opened her mouth, he had to pour it into her.

Looking at the thirteen vows, an expression that I will pour you if you don't drink, pity the kite and drink it obediently.

Pear stewed lily soup.

Is this afraid that her throat and eyes will hurt? Or let him get out of the fire and boil it by the way?

Lian Zheng drank the soup, his eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled: "This soup is good, I must thank you in person and take me to see your master." ”

What kind of song is this?

Thirteen looked confused, he just quarreled at dinner, and now this is a slap in the face and another candied fruit?

This woman's heart is still not wrong at all.

"Stunned, hurry up." Pity Zheng didn't care about the different colors in the thirteen eyes, and only cared about urging on his lips.

As soon as the thirteen eyeballs rolled, they had such a ghost idea, and nodded, "Okay, follow me." ”

He followed Thirteen through a few corridors, through a few more arches, and over two small gardens, until he reached a courtyard.

Thirteen stood at the gate of the courtyard and pointed inside, "The master is inside." ”

"Can't you go in with me?" The willow eyebrows raised slightly, and saw that the thirteen shook their heads obediently.

"He's not going to be bathing, is he?" He asked again, and after confirming that Thirteen shook his head, he shoved the bowl into his hand and walked inside.

As soon as Pian Zheng entered the courtyard, Yuan Jiu appeared from outside the door, "Thirteen, aren't you afraid that the master will clean you up?" ”

"Am I not helping?" Thirteen held the bowl, and it was rare to see Yuan Jiu with a pitying expression, staring at him.

Yuan Jiu nodded solemnly and agreed with this statement.

"Do you know that the master is changing the dressing?" Yuan Jiu asked him.

Thirteen nodded straightforwardly: "I just knew that I asked her to help." ”

"Do you know that the snow thorns are in the house?" Yuan Jiudao.

Thirteen shook his head stunned: "......"

Waiting for the pityan to push the door, Yuan Jiu mended the knife, "Then this is called a disservice." ”

Thirteen: "......" is now dead.

The door was hidden, and he pushed it with his hand.

Unexpectedly, after pushing the door, I saw a man's bare back.

There were several scabbed knife wounds on his back, and the wound on his lower abdomen and back had just been covered by a woman with clean white gauze.

Feng Yin had a bath bucket and a basin of muddy water at hand, and the gauze that had just been changed was still thrown on the water.

The woman looked up and stared coldly at the kite, and suddenly there was a movement in her hand.

"Snowthorn!"

The wind was repelled by a cold voice.

Before the pityalist could react, the wind jumped up, pushing the wooden table in front of him away with one palm, and he reflexively protected the pianite into his arms, and carried her to the right for a few turns, narrowly avoiding the three silver needles that shot directly at the pither.