Grandma is quite heartless in some things.

For example, she doesn't think that the title "husband" is very meaningful and should not be easily evoked, and once it is called, it will turn her life upside down.

After drinking a glass of wine, she naturally changed her words and called Jiang back to "husband", and from then on, "husband" was long and "husband" was short.

Sometimes this title is her little trick to tease Jiang Hui quietly, and most of the time, it is a symbol of affection. This affection is not "affectionate drinking water", but "valuing love and righteousness, never abandoning", which is a kind of reliance.

Just like at this moment, after a few days of apprehension, Auntie's "husband" is also very sincere.

She had just been subjected to some frightening ordeal, her voice was soft, and her demeanor was timid. Grabbing the young man's sleeve and not letting go, like a child who finally waits for his parents to return home.

Lang Jun, who was grabbed by her, was silent as usual, they were not like glue, and this silence was also in line with Jiang Hui's temperament, but Auntie needed some response to calm the uneasiness she had been feeling for days, so she whispered again.

"Husband?"

This time, his voice was softer.

Although she couldn't see, Auntie intuitively felt that the young man's gaze was fixed on her face, but why didn't he respond to her?

She clenched the sleeve tighter.

There was a cry of surprise from the door, but it stopped abruptly, as if it had been forced back.

Auntie's thoughts stopped, and after she lost her sight, she became extremely afraid of life, and the sudden laughter frightened her, and then she remembered that there was an outsider by her side, and cautiously hid towards her husband's side.

This asylum-seeking gesture was very common between husband and wife, but everyone present couldn't help laughing, and they were all silenced after being looked at gently but slightly reproachful by the young man.

Don't blame them, it's all too staggering.

Who would have thought that the eldest son would personally come to arrest the assassin, but the assassin didn't see it, but there was an extra "wife"!

As soon as they entered the house, as soon as Yan Shuhengfu made a sound, the cabinet in the corner made a "squeak" sound, and everyone drew their swords to impose martial law, but they saw a delicate hand on the cabinet door.

Yan Shuheng raised his hand and motioned for the guards to put away their swords.

Then a girl groped carefully, like a frightened rabbit, timidly out of the closet.

It was the daughter of the man they were looking for.

At this moment, seeing the true face of the person in the painting, the guards understood why the lord of Licheng wanted to recognize her as a righteous daughter and the eldest son.

The girl did not apply powder, dressed in a simple dress, standing barefoot, with a natural rhyme, like a mountain spirit.

The gentle and graceful woman's bun is not only not tacky, but adds to the dust, like a newcomer to the world, because she is not familiar with the world, she is lured by an amorous man and strayed into the red dust.

The gestures are full of the bride's unique shyness, and if she wants to say goodbye, the more she looks, the more she can't take her eyes off.

Especially those eyes, they were born to be charming, but because their eyes were clear and empty, and they did not understand the world, they made this charm like a thin veil, like a mountain stream under the morning mist.

But soon they found that the emptiness was due to the fact that the girl was blind, and she groped unskillfully, and staggered barefoot to the eldest son, and took hold of him by the sleeve.

The demeanor is full of dependence, and the voice is soft and timid.

The originally stagnant air was suddenly mixed with an ambiguous aura, accompanied by a slight embarrassment.

This blind girl was probably too panicked to mistake the eldest son for her husband!

Several people looked at Yan Shuheng inquiringly.

The young man did not say a word, and his gaze rested on the girl's face.

With affectionate eyes narrowed slightly, staring at her thoughtfully, an arrow of daylight shot from outside the house, and a slight light flashed in the deep eyes, like the ghost light under the eyes of a snow wolf on a moonlit night.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth tugged slightly, and the dangerous discoloration under his eyes dissipated in an instant, and it was the elegant and bamboo-like Fenghualang.

The guards didn't know what to do for a while.

The many coincidences show that the girl's husband is the young assassin in the lead.

The wife of an Assassin, the equivalent of an Assassin.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be cold-eyed and even angry, but Yan Shuheng smiled as usual.

He did not correct it, nor did he say anything in response, but only looked at the girl with a warm and gentle smile, as if she were really his wife who had hidden in this little courtyard.

The silence of the young man aggravated the ambiguous atmosphere, and also provoked the uneasiness that Auntie had just calmed down because of her husband's return.

"Husband...... Why do you ignore me? ”

She tugged at the sleeve in her hand and turned her back in the direction of her husband for a long time, but still did not get half a response.

Auntie couldn't help but think about it.

But such a taciturn is very reasonable for Jiang Hui, he is a person who cherishes words like gold.

Hey, this man......

Auntie sighed helplessly, and his hand went down the hem of his sleeve to take his hand, as if he sensed her intention, he chuckled and gently pulled the sleeve from her hand.

If she wasn't ashamed, she wouldn't be her husband, let alone in front of so many outsiders? But Auntie was very uneasy, and didn't care about anything else, so she quickly grabbed his sleeve again.

This time, the young man did not pull away again, but sighed lightly, as if he was helpless about her clinginess.

It can be regarded as a response, and Auntie is a little relieved. But before the life-saving straw could be grasped, he moved again, very lightly, very slowly, but irresistibly, and pulled the sleeve out of her hand.

It seems to be cold, and it seems to be deliberately teasing.

This time, Auntie was really panicked.

The feeling of blindness is so bad that a word or action from others can make her think for a long time.

As the saying goes, Xiao Beisheng is newlywed, not to mention that they are newlywed, but Jiang Hui has only been away for a few days, and as soon as he comes back, he avoids her in every way. At first, she lost her sight unexpectedly after eloping, and he was afraid that she would be uneasy, so he hastily got married. Could it be that he is not ashamed, but after calming down after leaving for a few days, he is worried that marrying a blind wife will drag him down?

But now Auntie even has a problem with survival, the world is chaotic, if he regrets, won't she live and die unpredictably?

Auntie quietly bit the inside of her lip, fantasizing about being bullied after being "abandoned" by her husband, and within a few moments, there was mist in her eyes that could not be condensed.

Although Auntie can't see it, she wants to know that she is extremely beautiful at this time, and she knows that it is too much, and it is more heartstrings to say that it is better than crying.

She just looked up at him, her lips opened slightly, but she was silent, aggrieved but stubborn.

Even the guards who never knew what pity and cherishing jade were, couldn't bear it, but the white-clothed gentleman was still calm, with a gentle smile in his eyes, but he was unmoved.

The tears that Auntie deliberately held back slowly became full of truth as he was silent, and finally like raindrops on a crow's feather, they pressed over his long eyelashes and slowly flowed down his cheeks.

The man above chuckled back.

For no reason, Auntie felt that this laughter was familiar, as if she had insight into her little tricks, as if she was watching the play coldly, or just just found it interesting.

She inappropriately remembered the smiling, well-groomed eyes she had bumped into in the Licheng City Lord's Mansion.

Thinking of the son of the family who only had one side and only glanced at it from afar, but made her inexplicably afraid, Auntie was sad, her heart was as depressed as a dark cloud, her hand hanging in the air was stiffly clenched into a fist, and she forgot to continue to act.

She was just about to withdraw her hand into her sleeve when the young man beside her gently held her wrist through her sleeve.

"Don't cry, I'm back."

The tone was unprecedentedly gentle, as if he was guilty of making his wife uneasy for a while.

When I finally heard him speak again, Auntie noticed a strange strangeness.

His voice, it seems, is not like this.

And it seems like that's how it should be.

Everything seemed to be covered with a thick fog, but the fog quickly dissipated, probably because she was too careful.

Sure that he is back, he will not leave her for a while, and Auntie's hanging heart finally landed.

Stunned, his body suddenly volleyed into the air, and Auntie was surprised: "What are you doing, there are still people around......"

Isn't Jiang Hui ashamed?

She was stunned, but he had put her on the couch and brought her shoes to put on for her.

Auntie was even more surprised, this person not only changed his previous shame, but also was extremely considerate.

It seems that the old man is right.

Little Bie is newlywed.

When she was in a daze, she didn't even notice that he had put on her shoes, and the young man said gently: "I still have some important matters to deal with, and I will explain to you when I get back." ”

His words were gentle, and his words were crepe, and he sounded a little polite. Auntie quickly grabbed his sleeve: "Husband...... Are you going to be away for a few more days, leaving me alone at home? ”

"No, it won't."

He gently withdrew his hand.

It's not good to force it too hard, Auntie didn't ask any more, and folded her hands on her knees obediently: "Okay, that husband is busy first, I'll wait for you to come back." ”

The voice is originally childish with the uniqueness of sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, and it is even more charming when it is deliberately softened.

It sounded like she loved her husband so badly.

But this affectionate "husband" called someone else, but the young man in front of Auntie looked calm and calmly accepted the husband: "Okay." ”

The guards were stunned.

Not only because of the absurd and ambiguous scene in front of him, but also because of the conversation between the two, after the eldest son spoke again, the girl still didn't notice it.

Obviously, it was not all because she was panicked, but also because her husband's voice was very similar to that of the eldest son!

They looked at Yan Shuheng.

Yan Shuheng's expression was as usual.

He motioned with his eyes to the rest of the people to be optimistic about Auntie, and he went out of the courtyard with Breaking Mist.

The two came to the gate of the courtyard.

Yan Shuheng's eyes condensed slightly: "Do you remember when the fog is broken, when did the leading assassin lose his hand?" ”

"At that time, I was in a hurry, and my subordinates only cared about fighting with the assassins, and they didn't pay attention." Breaking the fog raised his eyes and saw that his eyes were as clear as a mirror, "Could it be that after hearing your voice?" ”

Yan Shuheng responded to the inquiry with a smile.

"Presumably because I have asked you and Chuanyun to speak for me most of the time, and rarely make a sound, the assassin didn't notice until he was close to the assassin, otherwise, there was no reason for him to miss at such a life-threatening moment."

Breaking the fog was surprised, and then he was even more puzzled: "The person behind him wants to take the life of the eldest son, and he holds this sharp weapon, how can he not use it?" Unless he didn't know in advance that the assassin was similar to you, but he was able to send so many assassins and almost succeeded, it means that he was not a general person, and he would not know the assassin sent out to assassinate him in advance, so the probability of not knowing about it was very small.

Or maybe he knew, but he didn't want to take Childe's life, and there was another purpose for sending the killer to assassinate him

"Isn't it to blame and discord?"

Yan Shuheng listened to what Po Wu said, and was noncommittal.

He only asked lightly: "Breaking the fog, you say, are there really two people in this world who have extremely similar voices?" ”

Breaking the fog said: "The world is so big, there are no surprises. There are blood brothers with similar appearances, and there are many people who are not related by blood but are born similarly, and the voice is easier to imitate than the appearance. ”

"Singer." Yan Shuheng smiled to himself.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand to look at the hem of his sleeve, where there were subtle folds.

Broken Mist also looked at his crumpled sleeves.

"Our men stayed here for three days, and there was no ambush around us, and the girl's husband did not move, as if he had forgotten his wife. Maybe he couldn't get out of something, or maybe his original purpose was to lure the eldest son here. ”

Yan Shuheng's long eyelashes were half drooping, and his long fingers smoothed the folds of his sleeves: "Maybe you need to learn from her." ”

Breaking through the fog and glimpsing the meaningful look in the young man's eyes, he was rarely sluggish, and asked, "Could it be that you are going to interrogate that girl?" ”

Yan Shuheng smiled lowly.

He raised his eyes, and the smile in his eyes was warm like a spring breeze, adding a bit of ambiguity.

"How can a husband interrogate his wife?"

Breaking the fog suddenly understood.

Just as he was about to ask Yan Shuheng how to arrange it, a guard guarding the mountainside hurriedly came to report.

"Eldest son, the people of this family are back!"