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It is an indisputable fact that the heart of the red waist is shaken. She is no longer the red-waisted girl who escaped from the Jin Kingdom, once she thought she had the breath of death in her body.

It's like a sword covered with dust, it's no longer sharp, and now it's red, and it's softly wrapped around it.

Redwaist spent the afternoon in his room and returned to Xie Yi in the evening as promised.

She looked at Xie Yi who was holding a pen at the table, and her eyebrows were warm: "Childe, the slave wants to bathe you today." ”

Xie Yi's hand holding the pen paused, when he bathed and changed clothes, he didn't have to be served.

But since Hong'er has a heart.

Xie Yi smiled: "Okay." ”

Half an hour later, Xie Yi's hands were cleaned, the desk was also cleaned up, and the two little servants in the house hurriedly brought in the prepared hot water, and then set up the screen.

The red waist stepped forward, and a glass lamp was placed by the bath, warm and dim.

Loosening his robe, Xie Yi walked into the bath wearing a thin layer of underwear, and the mist covered his back.

Xie Yi's body is also the body of a noble son, if it weren't for the shoulder blade, there was a dark wound, and the red waist would think that he was the noble son in the legendary imperial capital.

She involuntarily wiped the dark wound with a hand towel, and it looked like it was old: "How did Childe's shoulder hurt?" ”

Xie Yi wiped it by her, and said slowly: "I left it many years ago to save people." ”

The red waist stared at the wound: "This is a penetrating wound, is Childe in front of the person to be saved?" ”

Fighting with people does not leave this kind of wound, the wound is smooth, and there are no extra openings.

Xie Yi smiled in his voice: "Don't stare at my injury." ”

The red waist lowered his eyes, and his cheeks were a little hot. She lifted the sleeves of Xie Yi's arms and meticulously wiped Xie Yi's arms clean, because Xie Yi practiced swords every day, and her palms and arms could be seen.

Wringed out the hand towel, hung it aside, and was about to take the medicinal herbs next to Xie Yi and put them in the pool.

Xie Yi suddenly raised his wet hand and pinched the wrist raised by the red waist. It's warm and humid, but it has Xie Yi's unique non-light and non-gravity.

"Hong'er, you don't need to take herbs, just feel free today." He said.

Xie Yi's medicinal herbs are used to consolidate internal strength, soaked in hot spring hot water, and are worthy of the work of others. But today, he doesn't let Redwaist do it.

Red Waist looked at his wrist that was being held, and heard Xie Yi say, "Come here." ”

Red-waisted barefoot, walked around to Xie Yi's side, and slowly knelt down by his bathtub.

She put her hands on the edge of the tub and stared at Xie Yi.

There was steam hanging from Xie Yi's forehead and hair, and a drop of water dripped down his jaw and fell into the water.

The red waist smiled: "The slave maid remembered what Yuyan said that the slave maid would stay in the mansion because she coveted the beauty of the son." ”

She said it so seriously, Xie Yi couldn't help but take a handkerchief and wipe her eyebrows, and smiled: "What's wrong with beauty, everyone in the world wants a good skin, natural human nature." ”

The red waist is propped up by the bathtub, Xie Yi is so good, no matter what you say to him, embarrassed or not, he can take it with a smile.

Xie Yi looked at the red waist wrist, and there was a circle of water stains that he had just pinched, and couldn't help but wipe her with a handkerchief.

Because of this warmth, the red waist was stunned, and then she quickly turned her face away, and let a teardrop fall silently into the water of the bath.

There was a lot of fog in the water, which could completely cover the tears of the red waist.

Red Waist remembered that a long time ago, she also shed a tear like this, she thought that her conscience would be buried with tears at that time, but after many years, once that memory is gone, she has become a "new" person, and she is still the same person who can't change.

At that time, it was in Chili City, under the hands of the lord and his wife, she wanted to save the "dumb girl" who was innocently involved, but she was stabbed in the heart by the dumb girl, and she has been scarred ever since.

Now there is no scar on her heart, but her heart is still empty.

"In this world, if you give sincerely, you may not be able to get people to repay you sincerely. But we don't have no way out because of this, because we choose our own path, and we are persevering. Xie Yi said quietly.

This is a world that is easy to discourage, if you don't cover your heart, then you will let yourself be cornered first.

The red waist looked at Xie Yi sincerely: "What the son said today, the slave will always remember." ”

Forever is a very long word, but a person's life is ineffable, especially a life like a red waist.

Xie Yi raised his hand and brushed it on the smooth forehead of the red waist, "Hong'er, in fact, all the things that people have experienced will not really forget, but they are hidden in the depths, if you don't want to touch it, it won't appear." But if it is a memory that you think is precious, no matter how long it takes, it will not be forgotten by you. So, no need to panic. ”

Xie Yi could see the waves under her calm from the face of her red waist, the memory she was worried about forgetting for the first time, unlike the bloody battles before, this was a memory that she didn't want to seal in her heart at all.

"No matter what Junce says to you, don't listen." In the heat, Xie Yi's expression was firm.

After being stunned for a long time, the red waist hugged Xie Yi's outstretched arm and slowly pressed his cheek to it.

——

The Nine Kings lived in the mansion, and it was not only the people in the door who felt anxious, but also the people around the Nine Kings.

The white-faced coachman asked with a calm face, "Lord Wang, when did you say that you would rush back to Wei?" ”

The Nine Kings didn't say how long they would stay in this mountain, nor did they hint at any next move, and the white-faced coachman followed by him, finally realizing that something was wrong.

The Nine Kings smiled and said in a light tone: "Everyone wants to stay quietly in this world for a long time, but you can't wait to leave?" ”

The white-faced coachman's immobile face was darkened: "The subordinates have knives in their hands, and only on the outside will they not rust." ”

Some people are suitable for the quiet years, and some people are eager to fight on the battlefield.

Jiuwang looked out of the courtyard, deliberately ignored the white-faced coachman's words, and said with a smile: "Yesterday, there was a little maidservant girl who sent me a piano, and today there is no one to send a piano." ”

It has probably become the most deserted piece of the courtyard in the door.

The white-faced coachman's voice was cold: "The prince can take the red waist directly, and his subordinates will cut off the queen for the prince." ”

"Coachman." The Nine Kings finally glanced at him, "Haven't you seen the current red waist?" ”

Except for the outward appearance, there is no resemblance.

The white-faced coachman said coldly: "My subordinates only know that the current red waist, even if it is taken away, will not be of any benefit to the prince." ”

He thought that the Nine Kings just wanted to take away the red waist, but he couldn't see the meaning of the Nine Kings doing this.

A slave who has two hearts will no longer be a slave.

Because the heart of a slave is different from that of others, a heart can only belong to one master.

Now the owner of the red waist heart is still not the Nine Kings, even the white-faced coachman can see it.

"The heart is not important." Jiuwang flicked his finger on the empty table, "The important thing is that she was unintentional, but now she has." ”

The power of starting from nothing is far greater than the original heart.

The white-faced coachman's eyes finally rolled around, and when he saw the red tiles and white walls, there was silence, "Why is there such a place in the world?" ”

He finally asked the most indifferent and most deserving sentence.

A long voice came: "Do you think that here, people's bones will be soaked softly, and the people here are not as backbone as outside?" ”

As if he had hit the white-faced coachman's heart, he quickly looked over.

Xie Yi rolled up his sleeves, as if he was strolling over leisurely, and the flowers and plants next to him also became his foil.

The white-faced coachman looked at this person, from the very beginning, he didn't feel a little sharp breath from this person, it was all the mildness of spring breeze and rain.

Perhaps the girl with the red waist likes this gentleness, but the white-faced coachman can't understand it.

The Nine Kings smiled slowly: "Why is the head of the family here?" ”

Xie Yi looked at him: "I heard from the people in the house that Jun Gongzi likes to play mountains and rivers, but the people in my house are not used to this song, so I asked them not to send the piano over, don't blame Jun Gongzi." ”

The Nine Kings laughed even deeper.

Xie Yi looked at the white-faced coachman again: "You have a calm breath, great perseverance, and you go in and out of life and death, what you practice in such an environment is all superior martial arts, but the environment that is too killing is not conducive to practicing martial arts, martial artists, you should still meditate." ”

The Nine Kings looked at the white-faced coachman, and at this time they hoped that the white-faced coachman was a person with an expression, but he could see through his inner emotions.

The Nine Kings were silent for a moment, smiled and said, "Those who have reached the peak in this world must have no distractions. I thank the head of the family for teaching my subordinate a lesson. ”

The white-faced coachman said stiffly at this time: "I don't believe it. ”

Martial arts, he is not the best, but he has also reached the peak. He looked at Xie Yi indifferently.

Xie Yi's hand slowly withdrew from his sleeve, and it turned out that he had received a short sword in his hand and bowed to the white-faced coachman: "Then let's feed the trick." ”

Feeding moves is the same as learning, but learning is between equals, and feeding moves is the difference between strength and weakness.

There was a rare flash of light in the white-faced coachman's eyes, and the Nine Kings wanted to speak, but when they saw the sharp light in his eyes, they still chose to be silent.

The white-faced coachman is a desireless person, seemingly.

He wouldn't have had a chance to show the look he had just done.

The white-faced coachman unsheathed his sword at his waist, and Xie Yi's short sword was together, and the Nine Kings were determined to be a spectator, after all, he had less chance to see a battle without casualties.

The white-faced coachman's height doesn't need to be rendered with anything, the blood on his knife is his achievement.

On the contrary, Xie Yi is a person with no blood on his sword, and he is the kind of person who the white-faced coachman thinks in his heart that it is impossible to really practice martial arts.

Until Xie Yi pointed his sword at his throat and said in the same tone as when he came: "You are defeated." ”

Thin applause rang out, and the Nine Kings stood up from the table and said to the white-faced coachman, "I told you the day you escaped from the secret room, and your martial arts are far from reaching the level of the head of the Xie family. ”

There are few people who have reached the peak in the world, and Xie Yi is unfortunately one.

A place like Wuxiang Mountain is suitable for people to cultivate martial arts to the peak.

The white-faced coachman counted just now, ten moves, and ten moves were defeated. He looked at the man who was still gentle.