Occupy the hero CP position

"I'm joking, don't be shocked, look at you." A wicked look crept up Pei Xun's cheeks, and he glanced at Wei Ji Nian with a half-smile, "If I didn't see the strange atmosphere, I wouldn't be like this."

The ups and downs of mood spread all over his body, Wei Jinian couldn't smile, he stared at Pei Xun expressionlessly, "Please stop joking, Prime Minister."

"Did the general really think that I would like you?" The face of the opposite person was cold, but Pei Xun kept a smile on his face, "You are not smart enough to be someone I would like."

"Prime Minister, please remember what you said." Wei Jinian replied coldly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep, as if he was not interested and didn't want to talk anymore.

Wei Jinian couldn't see the sadness that flashed in Pei Xun's cold eyes after his smile fell.

The same is true for Pei Xun, he couldn't see Wei Jinian's eyes that were twitching like dark waves when he closed his eyelids, his emotions were unspeakable, he didn't know whether it was joy or disappointment.

Last night was haunted by nightmares, Wei Jinian closed his eyes at this moment, and soon fell into sleep.

It wasn't until the sound of light breathing came out that Pei Xun carefully moved his body, sat next to Wei Jinian, and gently put his head on his shoulder so that he would not keep shaking due to the bumps of the carriage. head on.

Turning his head, he could see the man's curly and long eyelashes, like the wings of a black butterfly fluttering slightly.

"How could it be a joke... To me, you are the only one. There is only one Wei Jinian, which cannot be copied."

The young man slowly closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice.

Wei Jinian was woken up by screams, and when he opened his eyes, he was the only one left in the carriage.

He quickly opened the carriage curtain.

What came into sight was Pei Xun who looked like a god of death.

With an indifferent expression, he slashed at people with his sword without hesitation.

Against the backdrop of the evening clouds, the blood on the blade was even darker, as if it was steaming warm, spreading layer after layer in the air.

He noticed that the accompanying guards were obediently standing aside, and Pei Xun's personal maid named Hong Zhen also stood there, motionless.

In this killing performance, the protagonist seems to be Pei Xun alone.

"Miss Hongzhen."

Wei Jinian jumped out of the carriage, came to Hong Zhen's side, and asked, "What's going on?"

Hong Zhen glanced back, saw that it was Wei Ji Nian who woke up, and replied in a normal tone: "On our journey, these robbers suddenly appeared and threatened to rob us of all our belongings. And..."

Speaking of this, Hong Zhen glanced at Pei Xun, thought about her choice of words, and said: "Those people speak dirty words to you, and your words are dirty. You are in a bad mood, and the robbers have become tools for him to vent his anger. , and, he forbade us to do anything, only let us watch."

Wei Ji Nian stared blankly at the corpses on the ground. The blood flowed from them and spread around along the lines on the ground, which was quite shocking.

This group of people was killed by Pei Xun alone!

In the past in the court, he only knew that the prime minister was quick-spoken, and he was rarely seen being violent.

Unexpectedly, his martial arts are so good. Judging by the speed and strength of swinging the sword, the opponent's martial arts may be comparable to his own.

The man in Tsing Yi slowly withdrew his hands, walked towards the direction where Wei Ji Nian and the others were, walked a few steps, and told the guards watching the show, "Dispose of the corpse."

"Yes, my lord!"

Pei Xun stopped in front of Hong Zhen, handed her the sword, "Wash the sword clean."

Hong Zhen reached out to take it, "It's the young master." After speaking, she took the sword and went to the side to deal with it.

Seeing Pei Xun approaching, Wei Jinian subconsciously took a step back.

Seeing this, the corner of the young man's mouth twitched into a smile that was neither salty nor light, and he looked carefully, showing no emotion: "Could it be that the general still cares about the jokes of the day?"