[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Ding Nvxia, the wife of the Zuo envoy

Not long after walking, he saw two carriages, one large and one small, parked by the side of the road, and the slightly smaller carriage at the back was the woman who was pouring wine for Yang Xiao and fanning Yang Xiao just now.

Ding Minjun looked at those charming women, raised his eyebrows slightly, his face was calm, but his heart was filled with unresolved depression, so he turned his head and glanced at Yang Xiao beside him, but saw that he accepted it calmly, and then took the lead to board the He got into the larger carriage in front, but didn't go in. Instead, he turned around and raised his hem and knelt on the edge of the carriage with one knee, his upper body leaned forward slightly, and he stretched out a hand towards her.

His palms are broad, with slender fingers but distinct joints, complex lines and a thin layer of calluses, as if they were honed from years of martial arts training, and as if they were often caused by holding a pen.

Ding Minjun was taken aback for a moment, lowered his eyes, his long and dense eyelashes trembled slightly, he pursed his lips unconsciously, then raised his eyes, put his hand on his palm as if nothing had happened, and was easily held by him He stopped, stepped on the crossbar with the force from his hands and kicked hard, and got into the carriage.

The space inside the carriage was larger than she had imagined. There was a low table in the middle, on which a pot of hot tea, a fruit plate, and a drawer of snacks had already been made.

Yang Xiao sat on one side of the low table, with his left leg crossed under the table, his right leg bent, one arm resting casually on his knee, he picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea, shaking the cup gently, hanging down Mou looked at the sporadic pieces of swollen tea leaves rolling up and down.

His two long legs took up most of the space near the door of the carriage, so Ding Minjun had to bend over him and sit opposite the low table. When he sat down, he seemed to feel his skirt being pulled slightly. Startled, she turned her head to look, only to find that the hem of her skirt was accidentally caught on his finger. Her ears felt hot, and she quickly grabbed the piece of fabric and pulled it back.

The light gauze skirt slid over the back of the hand, and it seemed to have passed through the heart at the same time, causing a burst of numbness.

Yang Xiao's hand resting on his knee moved imperceptibly, his thumb gently rubbed over the rest of his fingertips, his eyes darkened slightly.

Ding Minjun didn't notice it, and didn't know how much ripples his unintentional action had stirred up in the other party's heart, he just followed his example and poured himself a cup of hot tea, holding it in his hand and savoring it carefully.

For a while, they were speechless, and after a long time, she asked out of words: "By the way, where is Yue'er?"

The reason why she is not in a hurry is naturally because she knows that the other party will definitely arrange the child well.

Sure enough, after Yang Xiao picked up the teapot and refilled half a cup of hot tea for her, he said warmly, "Don't worry, Yue'er is not willing to leave there for the time being. I have already arranged my subordinates to take care of his daily life."

Facing his unabashed intimacy, Ding Minjun said a little embarrassedly: "Oh, that, that's good."

After finishing speaking, she was speechless for a while again, until Yang Xiao suddenly asked: "You really exterminate that old nun..." Seeing her originally drooping eyes looking over Ling Lingling, the slightly upturned corners of her eyes were smudged red by the heat. A little, unexpectedly, a little bit innocent.He paused, then coughed lightly with his fists clenched, Xu felt that it was her master after all, and his previous words were not appropriate, so he changed the way of saying: "You don't really look like Miejue Shi Taijiao. Apprentice who came out."

Ding Minjun raised his eyebrows lightly when he heard it, and his tone of voice rose slightly, a little curious: "Oh? Then according to you, what kind of talents seem to be taught by my master?"

"Oh." Yang Xiao scoffed lightly when he heard the words, his eyes turned cold, and he said with disdain: "The famous Miejue Shitai has always boasted of being a decent family, and used to do things to satisfy his selfish desires in the name of righteousness. It seems as if this rivers and lakes would become filthy without her to clean them up, and they think highly of themselves and are extremely hypocritical."

Ding Minjun frowned, although she also admitted that Miejue Shitai was a little stubborn, but how could she be as unbearable as he said?So he retorted a little angrily: "There is no balance between good and evil, you are prejudiced against my master, so you look down on me a lot."

Yang Xiao naturally despises the old nun who exterminated, he does not deny this, as for prejudice?hehe.

But it's obviously not worth wasting time talking about someone he doesn't like.

He raised his eyes and looked at Ding Minjun, who bowed his head and ignored him again, a hint of playfulness flashed in his slightly sharp narrow eyes.

"What a balance between good and evil." He suddenly lowered his expression, and said in a low voice, "So you see me that way too, evil devil heretics, huh!" His words were sarcasm, "It's no wonder, after all, I am a dignified and bright sect." Zuo Shi, in the eyes of you so-called righteous martial arts, of course he is a heinous evil heretic."

"No!" Hearing what he said, Ding Minjun retorted subconsciously, wringing his sleeves with his fingers, and said falteringly, "That's not what I meant..."

Yang Xiao looked at her blankly for a moment, and when she felt more and more uneasy, he suddenly bent his eyebrows and laughed out loud.When he smiled, the condensation between his eyebrows dissipated, showing a bit of indescribable laziness and gentleness.

Ding Minjun immediately understood that he had been played by this hateful man again, his cheeks were puffed up with anger, he turned his head angrily, no matter how much he talked to her, he would ignore her.

After calling her several times to no avail, Yang Xiao suddenly leaned forward and approached her. When her eyes widened in astonishment, she stretched out her fingers and pinched her chin and turned around. His eyes fell on her bright red lips. Pausing for a moment, he smiled lowly, met her eyes and teased, "Don't say that there is no balance between good and evil, now you and I are still alone and widowed."

"Who, who is alone with you?" Ding Minjun raised his voice in embarrassment, tilted his head back trying to break free from his grasp, stared at him dissatisfied, and pointed to the big foreign man driving outside with wit and said: " Isn't there another person there? Where did you put him?"

Sekri, who was sitting on the shaft of the chariot with a horsewhip in his hand, drove with all his heart: It has nothing to do with me if I don't see it or ignore it.

The charming atmosphere disappeared without a trace after this interruption.

Yang Xiao couldn't help laughing: "Pfft, haha."

He let go of the fingers pinching her chin, and smiled so freely. While laughing, he stared at her with those bottomless eyes. It seemed that he didn't bother to hide his bright thoughts at all, and looked straight at her. It made her feel terrified and uncomfortable, like a prey caught in a spider's web, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from his grasp, and sooner or later she would be swallowed by him.

Ding Minjun hurriedly looked away, picked up the teacup and took another sip to cover up his embarrassment.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao raised her eyebrows lightly, stepped on her tolerance limit again, and let it go as soon as it was good, and picked up the teacup and slowly tasted it.

The carriage returned to silence for a while, only the sound of the horse's galloping hooves and the occasional yelling of the man driving outside could be heard.

The tea in the cup was bottomed out, but the teapot was placed by Yang Xiao's hand. If he leaned over to take it, he would definitely come into contact with him. Ding Minjun hesitated for a moment, and simply stopped drinking. He folded his sleeves and folded his hands In the abdomen, he wandered around boredly, avoiding the person sitting opposite him, staring straight at the silk tape hanging down from the door of the car and swaying left and right as the carriage moved, and after a while, he slowly lost his mind. , the light in her eyes gradually became slack, until she suddenly heard the sound of "Zheng", she suddenly came back to her senses, the fog in front of her eyes disappeared, and found that it was Yang Xiao who had moved the Guqin from the side and placed it on her lap at some point Fiddle with the strings to adjust the pitch.

The melodious sound of the piano slowly flowed from his fingertips, as if he was telling a story, and seeing him rubbing his fingers across the strings of the piano, he suddenly raised his head and stared at her with deep eyes, as if patiently waiting for a response.

Ding Minjun was not born in a wealthy family. When he was young, he had exhausted his family's energy for food and clothing, so he was not able to learn some romantic pastimes. After he entered Emei, he devoted himself to learning martial arts, and never put other thoughts on this way. Therefore, it can be said that I don't know anything about rhythm.

But... Although she doesn't understand the exquisite technique of this song, for some reason, she vaguely feels that she seems to understand the deep meaning contained in it, especially the eyes that Yang Xiao occasionally glances over, the deep meaning makes her red unconsciously ears, eyes wandering and dare not meet him.

She took a deep breath, eager to get rid of the situation that made her feel at a loss from time to time, pretending to see where the carriage was going, turned her back and lifted the side curtain, put her arm on the window sill, and rested her chin on her chin calmly. After taking a breath, her tight waist sagged slightly, forming a graceful arc that she didn't even realize.

She was tall and slender, with a slender figure, but her waist was a little thinner than that of ordinary women, as if she would accidentally break it with a little force.

Yang Xiao's eyes darkened slightly, he raised his fingertips, and "clang" played an accent that didn't match the whole song.

Ding Minjun heard it with the tips of his ears, and turned his head to look at him with some doubts.

Yang Xiao withdrew his hands playing the piano, and said slowly to her, "Here we are."

The whistling of Sekellier's horse came from outside the carriage at the right time.