Su Miaojin was already lying on the bed, sleeping on a bed for the first time in a few days after entering the bandit's village. However, the bed was as hot as the lava from hell, and she was frightened out of her mind.
She got under the quilt, pressed against the wall, folded her arms, and burst into tears.
If curses could kill people, Murong Xiu would have died a hundred times now!
Xin Zhuo looked at her back silently. Compared with her life, etiquette, justice, integrity, and the relationship between men and women were not important.
If Mr. Studious dares to attack me, I will use Su Miaojin to block the knife. It is better to die than live. I am a bandit, so I am shameless!
He put down the knife, took off his shoes, and got into bed as well.
It's quite warm.
A girl's unique body fragrance penetrated her nose, and the other person's hair was spread out on the pillow.
At the critical moment, she didn't forget to untie her bun. Damn her obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?
However, the inadvertent contact felt a bit like rubbing ears together.
You can even clearly feel the heartbeat and trembling coming from the other party's delicate body.
He suddenly felt bad. Who could bear this?
I have never experienced this in my two lifetimes combined!
I'm not Murong Xiu!
calm! calm!
Don't take advantage of others' danger!
Close your eyes, take a deep breath, breathe again, yes, breathe!
No, I can't bear it!
He hugged Su Miaojin, turned her over, and pounced on her.
"Although I, Xin Zhuo, am a bandit, I am not too ugly. Murong Xiu is right. Since my reputation has been tarnished, why should I bear this crime in vain? I, I... don't worry, I will be around in the future. If you do something good, I will never treat you badly."
After saying that, just as he was about to continue, he saw Su Miaojin's desperate face, her eyes closed tightly, and her face full of tears. She was pitiful and pitiful.
This appearance is impossible for anyone who is not particularly perverted to ignore.
Xin Zhuo couldn't help but calm down and felt dull for a while.
Turning over and lying on one side: "I'm sorry! I was impulsive! I fell asleep!"
Su Miaojin turned over and pressed against the wall again, choking with sobs.
"Haha, what the hell..."
Xin Zhuo wanted to explain something, but felt that no matter what he explained, it was useless. He just wanted to play a rogue.
He carefully looked out the window and put the Yanling knife next to his pillow, just in case something unexpected happened.
"well!"
Mr. Studious was on his way down the peak, and he was a little worried.
His surname is Xiuxue, his first name is correct, and he is known as Mr. Xiuxue. He is a close friend of the prefect Su Xingming. Su Miaojin was raised in the Su family and he watched him grow up.
He naturally knew Su Miaojin's true life experience.
She was that man's daughter and the soon-to-be daughter-in-law of that family. She was a perfect match and was praised by everyone except the court.
That person is already extremely terrifying. Although that family has been in decline in recent years, it was a terrifying existence back then, with one master, three masters, five princes, nine princes, seven prime ministers, fifty-eight Jinshi, fifteen A member of the Taiping Palace.
Even in the Zhou Dynasty, which was founded two hundred years ago, there are only a handful of people with this kind of family background.
What a pity! What a pity!
He had just seen Xin Zhuo riding on Su Miaojin, and the two of them had probably cooked rice several times.
This is simply a fatal thing! The key point is that as an elder, I can't point it out. I don't have the nerve to take action in such a situation. Not only will I not be able to save Su Miaojin, but I might also make her feel ashamed and unable to see her family again.
The prefect has already warned that all the bandits must be killed and Su Miaojin must be rescued, but the news that she was captured by the bandits must not be known to the outside world.
The Xiong Fengshan rebels are coming soon, and all the more than 2,000 agents and servants involved, including the people in the city, will probably be dragged out to fill the hole.
This matter needs to be considered in the long run.
…
Xin Zhuo fell asleep, yes, he stared until midnight and fell asleep in a daze.
Su Miaojin didn't sleep, she didn't feel sleepy at all. She almost cried all her tears, and then she slowly regained some sense.
Xin Zhuo escaped without touching her.
But... even if they escaped, the sleeping together has already happened. "Women's Virtue" said that since ancient times, a good woman will not wait for her second husband...
what do I do?
She quietly looked back and saw that Xin Zhuo was facing her, already asleep and snoring slightly. He had long eyelashes, a white face, and beautiful dimples, like a beautiful young man.
His body was clean, and even his breath carried a hint of the fragrance after cleansing the marrow with zhenqi.
It would be nice if the clean-loving boy wasn't so smart and fierce during the day!
To be honest, she doesn't hate Xin Zhuo in her heart. Her fiancé, whom she has never met before, seems to be about the same age as Xin Zhuo. If that fiancé is like Xin Zhuo...
Why do I think of this?
Her face was a little blushing, so she turned sideways and closed her eyes to sleep, but she couldn't fall asleep. She felt something under the pillow and subconsciously took it out.
"The strange scholar from the ancient temple?"
I read two pages under the dim light. It was good at first. It told a touching love story. I didn’t expect that a bandit king like Xin Zhuo actually believed in love.
Turn to the next page,
Her beautiful eyes suddenly widened, her face turned red as a persimmon, she quickly closed her eyes and hid the book.
After a while, I picked it up out of curiosity and continued reading.
What a shame!
Don’t these women have any sense of propriety and integrity? Why is this happening? Anytime, anywhere...don't they have husbands?
I can't watch it anymore!
Tossing and turning, I don't know when I fell asleep.
…
Xin Zhuo had a nightmare, dreaming of a weird man covered in armor, holding a Gatling gun and shooting at him repeatedly. He was injured and dying. The man walked up to him, took out a hair dryer, and blew it on his face.
I bet your hair dryer has no bullets?
He opened his eyes suddenly and found that there was a face in front of him, handsome and fair, with eyelids a little swollen from sleeping.
Qiong's nose rested on his own, and his breath sprayed all over his face.
What if a pair of delicate hands grasped his collar?
Just at this time, Su Miaojin woke up with a "嘤咛" sound.
Their eyes met, and they stood up and got out of the way with a "Ah" sound.
"It's not my fault. I didn't move. It was you who turned around and pressed against me first. Is that the truth?"
Xin Zhuo explained seriously.
Su Miaojin lowered her head, patted her body quickly, and felt it again. It seemed that there was no difference. She grabbed the quilt with both hands, and it was difficult to explain what she felt in her heart.
sad? Numb!
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, put on his clothes and shoes, and quickly walked to the window to look out. Fortunately, those guys didn't peek.
At this time, Han Jiulang was cooking potatoes for breakfast. Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang were not here, so they must have gone to guard them at the foot of the mountain.
On the other hand, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi looked like they were old men in the world, teaching Murong Xiu something.
Murong Xiu, who may have felt that it was inappropriate to be so pregnant, but returned to his charming and suave appearance, not only did not dislike the bandit, but he was very interested: "Ah! So that's how it is, so wonderful, so exciting, two brothers..."
I had potatoes for breakfast, and I finished eating the candied fruits. The potatoes were white and thin, grown by myself, and the kind that were larger than a bird's egg were limited.
Xin Zhuo kept in mind that Mr. Studious might snipe him, so he sat with Su Miaojin while eating.
Su Miaojin wanted to refuse, but she couldn't help herself, and she was also very hungry.
Huang Dagui and Murong Xiu had strange eyes and kept looking back and forth, wondering what shameful and scandalous things they had talked about when they got up early.
Xin Zhuo was still thinking about the memorial ceremony at Wangyue Well and asked: "Murong, I am going to let them continue to come up and talk to me about deleting Miss Su's torture. Do you feel confident?"
Negotiating and deleting torture cannot withstand scrutiny. If the following people think of another way, people like myself will be in an unstable and dangerous state.
Talking about business, Murong Xiu put down his chopsticks and thought seriously: "The hope may not be too high. They can't figure out the master's thoughts. They feel a bit baffled. Now they only want to kill the master with one strike."
"They are unwilling to submit. Are they not afraid that I will actually do something to Miss Su?" Xin Zhuo glanced at Su Miaojin, who was watching her nose and heart.
"I'm afraid they have figured it out!"
Murong Xiu said: "It's been a few days, Miss Su's body is dirty when she's dirty, and if you really want to kill Miss Su, you probably won't wait so many days!
They guessed that you are a smart person and will not give up Miss Su's bargaining chip easily, so they are not too anxious.
Moreover, if Mr. Studious can't kill you with a sneak attack, it doesn't matter. We are the first batch of people to come from Fucheng, and there are more masters coming from behind! "
Xin Zhuo frowned and asked: "How tall is the person with the highest level in Fucheng?"
Murong Xiu stretched out two fingers: "Sixth level, ninth level and eighth level are everywhere in Fucheng, but the seventh level is a watershed for warriors. It is necessary to open up six unfamiliar paths such as Jin, Gen, She, and Ji to achieve true energy. Exposed outside, the combat power is greatly improved. Therefore, there are very few who are above the seventh grade, and it is even more difficult for the fifth grade, none!"
Sixth grade...
Xin Zhuo thought for a while, how many times of seventh-grade and seventh-grade spirit sacrifices would be needed?
At this moment, a harsh scolding came from the bottom of the peak.
