Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

After Xie Yan got out of the kitchen, Jiang Jingyun still didn't wake up, so he simply went back to the kitchen again, put the porridge on the stove and continued to warm it with charcoal fire, and packed up the dirty clothes he and Jiang Jingyun had changed in an extremely virtuous manner and squatted by the well washing.

The small square bench under Xie Ming was made by Li Nian himself when he was on a whim. The legs of the bench are not evenly cut, and when sitting on it, the body will lean to one side, and if you are not careful, it will touch the ground. Give me a big hug.

Xie Fan noticed it at the beginning, and was always on guard, but who knew that Steward Wang ran in in a panic, and before he stopped, his voice was opened first.

"My lord!" Panting heavily, Steward Wang said, "Eunuch Xue from the palace is here! He brought several rewards for carriages. It is said that it is because of King Jing's meritorious service in catching traitors."

"But my lord, obviously you have meritorious deeds, so why don't you deserve to be rewarded for your meritorious deeds?" Steward Wang complained angrily for Xie Fan, and then asked hopefully, "Could it be that it's not our turn yet?" Come on? Why don't you go back to the mansion first and get ready?"

Xie Man was rubbing the blood on his cuffs with even smears of soap root, he was so frightened that he leaned back, because his right hand was wrapped in a bandage and he couldn't use his strength, so he staggered while pulling his clothes Staggering to the ground, he looked at Butler Wang with a little blank eyes.

Seeing this, Steward Wang rushed to Ming and bent down to help him up, but Xie Yan waved his hand and stared blankly at a purse embroidered with messy patterns that was pulled out by the clothes. Snow-white foam.

Steward Wang followed his gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously. This purse...is really ugly.

Xie Yan stretched his arms to pick up the purse, pulled the drawstring, and wanted to check whether the things hidden inside were wet. If there were bank notes, it would be a big loss.

Xie Ming carefully took out the contents of the purse. Fortunately, there were no bank notes, only a few sheets of evenly folded paper and two locks of hair tied with concentric knots.

Isn't this the hair he lost in Qianyuan Temple?

Xie Wen gently stroked the two locks of hair with his fingertips, his eyes suddenly became turbulent, his fingers trembled almost imperceptibly, and the unusual "worship" on Yanshan Mountain and the sudden appearance in the corner to touch the hair flashed through his mind. Jiang Jingyun in the sleeves.

hair……

concentric knot...

Jiang Jingyun...

It was not Zhao Susu who worshiped him in Qianyuan Temple, but...Jiang Jingyun!

Xie Man's pupils shrank suddenly, he put his hair in his arms, and tried his best to restrain his trembling hands to spread out the neatly folded white paper.

There are two.

One of them had "Jiang Jingyun" densely written on it. The fonts were crooked and the strokes were of different thicknesses. It looked like a person who had just learned to write not long ago.There is no writing on one of them, but two figures are drawn.

Standing alone under the corridor of fallen flowers, a few pink petals were tucked in the hem of the black clothes that was blown up by the wind.There is a little tenderness in the exquisite eyebrows, and she is looking down at the boy who only reaches his waist.The boy grabbed the hem of his clothes with one hand, and raised the pastry in his hand with the other. The corners of his mouth were wide open, and his dark eyes seemed to be dizzy with stars.

The scene is extremely warm and harmonious.

Xie Yan looked at it, his eyes were red, and even Steward Wang came over to take a look, pointed to the piece of paper with Jiang Jingyun's name on it, and said in surprise: "My lord, why are your words in King Jing's purse?" ?”

That's right, the words on this paper were written by Xie Fan himself.At that time, he had just entered Dihua Palace, and because he couldn't write, he took classes for several days, but still made no progress at all, and could only write the word "one".

After Jiang Jingyun found out, he would take him to Zangshuge to teach him how to write whenever he found some free time after class.Every time he writes, he will habitually write a sheet full of "Jiang Jingyun" first. At first it was just to remind himself to remember Jiang Jingyun's kindness, but now that he thinks about it, he was already tempted by that time.

As for the painting, Xie Fan knew it was Jiang Jingyun's handwriting at a glance.

For a moment, Xie Fan didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment. He felt that there were countless bright fireworks crackling in his heart, and the colorful lights illuminated him so much that he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly.

Jiang Jingyun who took the initiative to pay homage to him, the Jiang Jingyun who hid his handwriting and drew the scene where the two met for the first time, the Jiang Jingyun who gave up his life to save him, the Jiang Jingyun who defended himself in every possible way...

All these signs showed that Jiang Jingyun liked him!

Jiang Jingyun likes him!Loved it early on!He never hated himself!

Xie Yan's eyes widened, and a hot and crazy light burst out from his pupils.He held the paper and the purse in his hand, stood up straight from the bed, didn't bother to wash his clothes, and ran forward.Without looking at the road, he was almost tripped by the stones under his feet. After finally stabilizing his figure, he let out a hearty laugh, which was louder than those gamblers who made a lot of money from gambling houses. excited.

Steward Wang, who was standing behind watching, silently moved his eyes away, and finally fixed his gaze on the clothes that Xie Yan had dropped casually, looking at the cloth bulging with water.

If the clothes have been soaked in water for a long time, then don't even think about wearing them again, what a waste.

Steward Wang sighed helplessly, took over Xie Yan's unfinished work without complaint, sat awkwardly on the small bench, and slowly started to wash the clothes.

"Huh? Does this dress still glow?" Steward Wang looked at the white light the size of soybeans on the clothes in astonishment, and touched it lightly with his fingertips curiously, and the white light suddenly disappeared.

Steward Wang pondered for a moment, looked at his hands covered in foam, and then at the place where the white light disappeared, and murmured: "...Does this dislike my dirty hands?"

When Xie Yan ran into the falling flower season, he found that there was an extra person on the stool beside the bed. The person turned his head when he heard the sound, and the expression on his face was not very clear, but the bright red flower was one step ahead. It broke into Xie Yan's eyes, causing him to squint uncomfortably.

"Are you in a hurry to find a wife?" Xie Ci looked at Xie Yan's flushed cheeks and the long-lasting joy and excitement in his eyes, curled his lips angrily, raised his chin, and said arrogantly, "Your wife is with People ran away or something, you."

Before he finished his words of thanks, he felt a weight on his shoulders, his whole body lightened, and the picture in front of him suddenly turned upside down.When the toes landed again, it was already outside the season of falling flowers.

The spiritual flow of the enchantment in front of him forced Xie Ci's footsteps back, he touched his waist angrily, and found that it was empty, only then did he realize that Tongxing Yujue was being walked away by Xie Yan.

"Damn it! Xie Shuyu, you stinky bastard!" Xie Ci angrily pointed at the closed door, but still yelled unwillingly, "I came to see my uncle, not to see Yours. This is my uncle's house, my uncle's house, why did you throw me out!"

"Xie Shuyu! You bastard! You bitch! Let me in quickly!"

No matter how fiercely Xie Ci scolded outside, Xie Fan inside the room did not respond at all, but stared straight at the figure hidden under the curtain on the bed.

His Adam's apple was throbbing with difficulty, his originally light steps suddenly became heavy, and the distance that should have been one step was abruptly divided into four steps by him, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Thank you?" A hoarse voice came from the bed.

"Second...Second brother." Xie Yan swallowed, put his palm on the corner of his clothes, wiped the hot sweat repeatedly, and said, "Yes...it's me."

The air was suddenly silent for a moment, a slender white palm slowly brushed aside the curtain of the bed, revealing a face astonishing as heaven and man.

Jiang Jingyun propped up his upper body, leaned against the head of the bed, his eyes fell into a pair of bright eyes, the tenderness hidden in the end of his eyes made him involuntarily think of what Xie Fan said before, and his expression was a little dazed.My heart, which had finally been quiet, suddenly missed another beat, and my ears also heated up.

He tried his best to stabilize his breathing that was about to become disordered, and forced himself to look away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the arm wrapped like a lotus root, and frowned, "Go back and have a good rest."

Before the last word "Xi" could be said, Xie Fan rushed up like a spring, accidentally stepped on the corner of his clothes, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Jiang Jingyun silently moved his eyes away, and said: "...don't be in a hurry to pay New Year's greetings, it's still early."

There was a red mark on Xie Fan's forehead on a raised spot on the floor. At first glance, it looked like he stole the rouge from the girl's house and used it as a flower tin.He gasped in pain, stood up unsteadily with the support of his elbows, lay on the edge of the bed, and called out: "Second brother."

After shouting, there was nothing to say, the lingering love was faint in his eyes, his mouth was wide open, and he kept smirking at Jiang Jingyun like this.

Jiang Jingyun felt uncomfortable being watched by him, raised his eyebrows, stared back, slapped him on the head, and cursed angrily: "It's so good, why are you going crazy?"

"Second brother!" Xie Fan leaned forward, hugged Jiang Jingyun's neck, and repeated, "Second brother, second brother..."

Jiang Jingyun's pale complexion suddenly turned into darkness, if he hadn't seen the bandage wrapped around Xie Fan's arm, he would have punched him straight away.In order not to touch his wound, Jiang Jingyun moved his body slightly inward.

Where would Xie Fan do what he wanted, pinching his chin forcefully, forcing him to look at him.

"Thanks, I know!" Jiang Jingyun's anger, which he had managed to restrain with great difficulty, ignited a prairie fire, and before he could explode, he was poured back by the red knots wrapped in a group of crooked words, disturbing his heart and internal organs. He also gathered together the excitement, and the secret he tried so hard to hide was revealed just like that.

"Second brother, I found your things when I was washing your clothes. The calligraphy and paintings are all wet, but the hair is fine, and it was not wet when it was caught in it. I thought it was your important thing, so I brought it for you." Xie Fan Pretending to be calm, he stared at Jiang Jingyun intently, not wanting to miss the slightest change in him.

Jiang Jingyun's body suddenly became stiff, his mind went blank, his face was tense, and he said stiffly: "Okay, put the things down, you can go."

Seeing that Jiang Jingyun was still trying to lose face and refused to admit it, Xie Fan added fuel to the fire, pointed at the two locks of hair, and smiled brightly: "Second brother, one of these locks of hair is mine."

Jiang Jingyun frowned, as if he was thinking of a reasonable explanation, but Xie Fan didn't give him a chance, and said in a harmonious voice: "Second brother, it's not Zhao Susu who worshiped me in Qianyuan Temple, but you, right?"

boom

Jiang Jingyun only felt that the tall city wall in his heart collapsed in an instant.

The endless embarrassment caused made him at a loss, and his body trembled almost imperceptibly.

He has been fighting for many years, and he has experienced countless battles, big and small. He has circled around the gate of the Palace of the King of Hell several times, and he has never thought of escaping.

But this time, he was terrified, and despair rose up along his forcedly bent back.