"It was an accident just now, unintentionally offended, you should understand!" Xin Zhuo explained in a serious way.

The woman apparently couldn't quite understand it, closed her eyes, and refused to listen again.

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to try to use the thinking logic of his previous life, and said to himself: "I think you should be a smart person, since you are powerless to resist, then why don't you try to communicate with the thief and strive to protect yourself?"

The woman couldn't help but open her eyes again: "I've thought about it, but I don't think that the rude and murderous bandit will make any sense, just like Mr. Xu's injury, you haven't said a word from beginning to end."

"I have to be responsible for my siblings, why should I give him the opportunity to stall for time? Actually, my character is quite good! Xin Zhuo smiled: "My nickname is Iron-Faced Judge Pure and Virtuous Xiaolangjun."

The woman blinked, as if trying to parse the meaning of the nickname.

Xin Zhuo said again: "So, can we have a chat?" My name is Xin Zhuo, hard Xin, extraordinary Zhuo, a thief! ”

"I know you're a bandit!" The woman finally decided to talk to him.

Xin Zhuo smiled: "Your surname is Su?"

"Yes!"

"Where's the name?"

"Miaojin!"

"Su Miaojin?"

"Yes!"

"The name is good, it sounds like the daughter of a rich family, the daughter of the prefect?"

“…… Be! ”

"Excellent! You can eat, and since what should happen will happen, and what shouldn't happen will never happen, why starve yourself? I'm not going to look at you! ”

Xin Zhuo didn't ask any more questions, got up and walked to a gift box that robbed Su Miaojinlai, rummaging for things.

Su Miaojin was slightly stunned, is that all there is to it? No intention of disposing of it, or is it threatening?

However, the dagger around the neck was finally put down.

Then she thought about it seriously, felt that Xin Zhuo's words made some sense, and after a little entanglement, she moved the lotus step lightly, walked to the table, pinched up a candied fruit, and lightly opened her lips and bit it.

This is the palace tribute dim sum of Bazhou's "Zhishan Zhai", which is extremely valuable, and she is ready to bring it back to Uncle Su, Aunt Su and her younger brothers and sisters to eat after buying it, but she has not been willing to move, but she didn't want to be a cheap bandit.

And she drove for a day, and the water and rice did not enter, and she was indeed very hungry.

Three candied fruits went down, and she avoided the jerky that Xin Zhuo had touched just now, and pulled out two from underneath.

Then, I heard the sound of tables and chairs moving from behind.

She turned around vigilantly and found that the thief had moved another table, and was studying what he was writing in ink, using the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone she had bought for her brother.

The thief's expression was very serious, sometimes biting the pen to think, sometimes writing hard, and his long silky hair was scattered over his shoulders, like a Confucian student.

Still a literate bandit!

And the serious appearance is very good-looking, handsome like a girl's house.

In fact, when she saw Xin Zhuo for the first time, she felt that this young man was a little unusual, and it had nothing to do with his appearance.

She has seen too many sons of official eunuchs, children of wealthy nobles and great Confucian scholars, good looks, excellent temperament, outstanding martial arts, and poems and books abound, but this little thief seems to be different.

What's the difference?

look and temperament.

There is no banditry of a bandit, and it is very different from a Confucian protégé, and it is not like a son of a poor family, as if it is ...... All people are equal, there is no distinction between etiquette and inferiority, and there is no reverence.

I'm still a bandit!

She stopped looking, thought the jerky tasted good, and smoked two more.

After eating, the thief was still struggling to write.

She looked at the door and fantasized about the possibility of escaping, but finally gave up, there were other bandits in the cottage, and they might not be able to escape.

Look at the thief again.

A little thief naturally has no qualifications to seek fame, so what is he writing?

This made her move uncontrollably, and she walked to a suitable position, that is, she did not get too close and could observe the tabletop.

With a light glance, his face became miserable!

On the table is a rectangular rice paper, the famous product of Bazhou "Yufang Zhai", which is used to write poetry couplets, and at this time there is a series of shocking words on it:

"We decided to punish Miss Su as follows: 1. Shaving her hair, 2. Shaving her nose, 3. Crushing her teeth, 4. Gouging out her eyes, 5. Piercing her ears with iron nails, 6. Cutting off her arms, 7. Cutting off her legs, 8. Rape, 9. Pregnancy, 10. Skinning, 11. Disfigurement, 12. Soldering iron......"

Row by row, row by column, one by one more ferocious, even the torture of the old officials in the cell was not as good as that.

Su Miaojin took several steps back, her face turned pale, just now there was actually a glimmer of hope in her heart, after all, this Xin Zhuo thief looked different.

But, who would have thought that people knew their faces but didn't know their hearts, and he was so vicious!

She felt that all hope was gone.

Xin Zhuo noticed something, looked up at her, and waved his arm to block the handwriting: "Write casually, don't be nervous!"

"Don't come here!"

Su Miaojin stepped back again, and raised his dagger again, "Xin...... O king, I have never done anything evil in my life, and my sin is not so much, please give me dignity and allow me to kill myself! ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, two lines of tears slowly slipped down, and his lips trembled slightly: "Daddy, Miaojin has not been repaired for seven days in the green rain, and it has entered a dead end, my daughter is not filial, don't do it!"

Without hesitation, he slashed at his neck.

"Holy!"

Xin Zhuo was faster, and two of them rushed in front of her, grabbed the dagger with their bare hands, and said angrily: "Are you crazy?"

"Go away!"

Su Miaojin was extremely persistent, grabbed the dagger, and tried to break free from Xin Zhuo.

The pain in his hand was terrible, the blood did not stop, Xin Zhuo was also angry in his heart, snatched the dagger with force, threw it out of the broken window, and looked directly at Su Miaojin: "Your life is mine now, I don't allow it, you dare to die?" The old lady is reversed! ”

Su Miaojin's chest rose and fell, glaring at him angrily, looking fearless and stubborn.

"I have my own plans, rest assured, I will send you down the mountain safely afterwards, and I will never touch a single hair of you! Believe me. ”

Xin Zhuo bandaged his fingers, put away his broken knife, and emptied the things that might be self-exterminated, ignoring Su Miaojin, who was in a daze, and returned to the table to continue writing.

Of course, he didn't really treat Su Miaojin well, but these were just about his big plans.

Inside, there was silence.

It was late at night outside, the moonlight was shining, and a few crickets were chirping noisily in the corner.

After a while, it was done, and then he turned his head to look at Su Miaojin, and found that she had fallen asleep on the table without knowing what she had struggled with, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, the tears in the corners of her eyes had not dried, and there were a few crumbs of meat on her beautiful lips.

Shaking his head, he took out two clean quilts and spread them on the ground.

Su Miaojin was awakened, looking at Xin Zhuo's movements, there was no too much expression on his face, he seemed to be a little numb, and he didn't know how to think about things.

"Sleep!" Xin Zhuo said.

"Don't sleep!" Su Miaojin was stubborn.

"If you don't sleep, just stay up, don't think about running away, don't think about going out, I gave an order outside the door, I'll shave you when you go out, shave your eyebrows and eyelashes together, think about how ugly it should be."

Xin Zhuo stretched his waist, lay on the bed, stuffed the notched Yanling knife into the quilt, and pressed it under him.

After a while, there was a slight snoring sound.

Su Miaojin frowned slightly, looked at the door, looked around, tried to move the table, couldn't move, and struggled to lift the bamboo chair, carefully walked to the bed, and lifted it with great difficulty.

The long eyelashes blinked, feeling like they were falling down, as if they wouldn't do anything to him, and it might alarm the other bandits, he gently lowered his chair, and stretched out a pair of slender hands like jade, slowly approaching Xin Zhuo's neck.

hesitated for a long time, but finally didn't do it.

……

Xin Zhuo didn't sleep very well, no one who was blocked by a thousand tolerances couldn't sleep steadily, and when he opened his eyes, it was already early morning outside.

Glancing around the room, there's no one!

couldn't help but be startled, sat up cross-legged, and found that Su Miaojin had moved the quilt next to the bed to the corner, and the ground was cleaned.

Xiao Huang was lying at her feet, sniffing her feet, raising the dog's head and sticking out his tongue, with a "proud" expression.