Even if you wear fast female accessories, you should also be brave enough to look bad

"Or don't say anything?"

Wen Jin picked up the tea cup, gently opened the lid, and took a sip of hot tea. His eyes were not focused on the thin man standing in front of him, who was escorted by two soldiers.

The man was not tall, and was held in a "dent" shape by two soldiers. His complexion was dark yellow, his mouth was so pale that it was chapped, and he was wearing tattered clothes covered with blood stains.

It was in sharp contrast to the clean and ascetic young marshal who was sitting calmly, neatly dressed, with his jacket and lining buttoned to the top.

This man was a survivor of the fierce fighting on the street that day. He was captured by Wen Jin's men because he was shot in the left leg and could not escape.

After he was captured, he was interrogated for several days. He was as tough as his lips, but not a single word came out.

Wen Jin put down the tea cup, crossed her legs, and tucked her trouser legs into black military boots. The lines of her legs were smooth and powerful.

The gun was taken out from the butt of the waist with slender fingers, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the man's right leg, and the trigger was pulled.

The man was shot in the knee and immediately knelt down in pain.

The two soldiers guarding the man had obviously seen this kind of scene too many times. They remained undisturbed, their expressions unchanged, and they looked straight ahead.

"Don't tell me yet?"

"...Even if you...beat me to death, I...won't...say anything." The man covered his bleeding knees, gritted his teeth and forced himself to look up at Wen Jin.

"In that case, let's play slowly." Wen Jin's voice was soft and dangerous.

"boom--"

Another shot.

The bullet hit the man's left shoulder. The man fell backwards due to the excessive recoil, and his whole body was so painful that he almost fainted.

Wen Jin made a gesture, and the two soldiers bowed their heads and retreated. He stood up and walked to the man's side, and a large amount of blood was already smeared on the floor.

Wen Jin squatted down, still condescending, "This feels very uncomfortable, it hurts, but I can't faint, I can only suffer it forever."

The man was in so much pain that he was no longer conscious. He muttered on his lips: "Don't even think about it..."

Wen Jin lowered his eyes, spread out his left hand that was not holding the gun, and handed it to the side with his palm facing up.

The adjutant immediately understood and took a gun on the table that was different from the gun they used and put it in Wen Jin's hand.

Wen Jin switched his gun to his left hand, and holding the gun in his right hand, he put the muzzle of the gun on the man's left shoulder and pressed it down with a light but not negligible force.

The man immediately burst into screams.

Wen Jin's expression remained unchanged and remained calm, which was in sharp contrast to the fierce movements on his hands.

After a long time, the man sounded so weak that he sounded like a mosquito.

"I said...I said..."

Wen Jin listened quietly, nodded slightly after the man finished speaking, then stood up, pointing his gun downward.

The last gunshot sounded and the man lost his breath.

He killed the man with his own sidearm.

Wen Jin put away the gun and took the wet towel handed over by the lieutenant to wipe his hands.

A soldier came in from outside and said, "Report Young Marshal, Miss Yun is waiting for you in the pavilion."

Wen Jin paused in wiping his hands and glanced at the corpse on the ground, "Clean up this place."

"Yes!"

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Yun Qian sat in the pavilion, holding her chin in her hands as she watched the young marshal slowly approach.

"Are you busy?" Yun Qian asked loudly.

Wen Jin walked into the pavilion and shook his head. He glanced at the empty table and frowned slightly: "They didn't come to refill the tea?"

Yun Qian put down his hand and said, "I didn't ask them to refill the tea. I'll be leaving soon."

He left after a while, and Wen Jin's eyes dimmed for a moment.

He sat down on the stone bench next to Yun Qian. Yun Qian came over to talk to Wen Jin, but suddenly stopped.

Yun Qian leaned closer, his nose moved slightly, and his gentle breath sprayed on Wen Jin's neck.

"You smell like blood."

Wen Jin tilted his head and sniffed when he heard this, "Very strong?"

Yun Qian shook his head and used his thumb and index finger to mark a small, almost non-existent distance: "Just a little bit."

Wen Jin pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "Can you stand the smell?"

"good."

Wen Jin had just killed someone, so it was inevitable that there would be some smell. Before he came, he stood in the wind outlet and blew the smell for a long time.

Yun Qian grabbed Wen Jin's sleeves and shook them twice, "I finally had a day off, can you stay with me?"

"No, you're leaving soon?" Wen Jin asked back.

"Of course I want to go, let's go out with you." Yun Qian said matter-of-factly.

Wen Jin raised his eyes and stared at Yun Qian, the corners of his mouth slightly curved in a pleasant smile.

"Are you going? Are you going?" Yun Qian kept asking.

"Okay." Wen Jin agreed almost without hesitation, but then hesitated for a moment: "Then you wait for me? I'm going to take a shower. I smell bad."

Putting aside whether Yun Qian could bear it or not, even Wen Jin himself couldn't stand the smell.

Especially after Yun Qian reminded him, this faint smell of blood became real.

"it is good."

Wen Jin asked the servants to prepare hot water. After the hot water was ready, Wen Jin got up and went over.

It's just that there is a little follower behind him.

When she reached the door of the room where the bathroom was located, Wen Jin stepped through the door and then turned around helplessly.

"I can't follow you anymore." Wen Jin was helpless.

Yun Qian had no such self-awareness at all, and smiled brightly, "Don't be shy."

"I can help you wash it."

The girl smiled brightly, showing a row of white teeth.

Wen Jin: "......"

Wen Jin pushed Yun Qian's little head and pushed her out of the room, "You will be a big help to me if you stay outside."

Wen Jin took a bath very quickly, and when he came out again, the faint smell of blood was gone, replaced by the refreshing scent of soap.

Yun Qian took people to the street and bumped into Wen Jin's mother, the fourth concubine, on the road when she was leaving Wen's house.

The fourth aunt was chatting with someone and watering the flowers in the garden.

She saw a woman following her son, who was not a womanizer, and although the expression on her son's face was very calm, it could be seen that he was relaxed.

The fourth aunt looked at Yun Qian for a long time before remembering where she had seen her. She stopped the two of them: "Xiaojin, Miss Yun, are you going out?"

Wen Jin stopped and nodded slightly to the fourth concubine: "Mother."

Yun Qian also smiled and greeted her fourth aunt, "Fourth aunt is so nice."

"I came here to invite the young marshal to watch a show with me. Does Fourth Aunt want to come with us?"

Let's watch a show together. These two key words were captured by the fourth aunt at once.

The fourth aunt smiled and shook her head, showing Yun Qian the small kettle in her hand, "I won't go, the flowers here still need to be taken care of."

"You go ahead and have more fun. Xiaojin rarely goes out to relax."

Yun Qian glanced at Wen Jin and said, "Okay, I will make sure that the young marshal will not miss Shu."

"Go quickly, don't waste time, have fun. It doesn't matter when you come back. There is no access control in our house."

The fourth aunt's tone sounded like Wen Jin didn't have to go home at night.

I wish I could put fireworks behind them to see them off.