Shen Yinxiao froze.
"What?"
Her expression had confirmed Wei Cheng's suspicion.
Wei Cheng let her go, his eyes filled with uncertainty.
"You know what I'm talking about."
"Chen Yinxiao, do you enjoy watching me, Wei Cheng, go out of his way to investigate your old lover for you?"
"I don't have an old lover." She said without changing her expression.
"Do you know it in your heart?"
Wei Cheng felt that his patience had reached the limit. He pushed her away and Shen Yinxiao fell heavily on the bed.
Something dripped on the bed, one or two drops, making bright red blood flowers on the mattress.
He was bleeding.
It seemed to be the hand holding the scissors just now.
She looked up and saw Wei Cheng frowning slightly and looking at his palm.
Blood beads slipped from the palms and penetrated into the sleeves along the wrists. Under the dark gold arrow sleeves, only Shen Yinxiao knew the flesh under the cloth.
Strong and powerful.
He is not a philanthropic and passionate man, Shen Yinxiao knows it very well.
He also can't stand his passionate woman.
The atmosphere in the room was gloomy, the tension just now subsided, leaving only a dim and silent loneliness.
The blood flow rate did not slow down, and the man had no intention of stopping the bleeding.
Shen Yinxiao got out of bed barefoot, took out the remaining gold sore medicine from last time, and applied it to him in silence.
The two sat side by side on the bed. Shen Yinxiao took his hand and carefully applied the powder.
Wei Cheng's face was tense and he only gave her a sharp and cold jaw.
A faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. Wei Cheng lowered his head and happened to see the woman's white back neck. At a glance, the back hidden in the depths made his heart flutter. He didn't know whether to be angry or sigh.
He calmed down, "That man, do you love him very much?"
Shen Yinxiao paused in his heart and thought for a moment about the purpose of his asking.
Wei Cheng didn't speak again, waiting for her answer.
The answer he wanted to hear.
Shen Yinxiao nodded slowly and hummed.
Something seemed to suddenly break apart in the silent room.
"After you leave me, will you go find him?" he asked, restraining his voice.
After another long moment, Shen Yinxiao's eyes were slightly red, he lowered his head and nodded.
Wei Cheng took a deep breath and pulled his hand away.
"It's not wrapped yet." Shen Yinxiao whispered.
Suddenly, Shen Yinxiao only found a piece of his own handkerchief to use as a bandage. The handkerchief was actually not small, but it could only be wrapped around his palm three times. He took it back before he could tie a knot. Handed.
"I won't stoop so low as to support other people's women." He stood up, his voice was cold, and the bright white moonlight floated on the side of his face, giving him an unreal illusion.
Each word fell in Shen Yinxiao's ears, hitting her heart like a stone.
That's right, I got what I wanted.
The next day, the winter solstice.
The treetops and roofs were completely white. Shen Yinxiao got dressed and found Chen Zhao who was guarding the door of Shen's house.
The weather in the North is extremely cold. Although Chen Zhao and others have long been used to it, their noses are still red from the cold.
When Chen Zhao saw her, his eyes dodged, not daring to look directly at her.
He was still ashamed of secretly letting Shaojun in last night.
He was a soldier who went to the battlefield to kill thieves, but he secretly opened doors for people.
However, Shen Yinxiao understood him very well and said warmly: "I know that General Chen is following orders, so don't take it to heart."
Chen Zhao and others were even more embarrassed.
"I wonder if your young master has told you that you don't need to stay here anymore."
Chen Zhao and others looked at each other, looked at her in surprise, and shook their heads.
It seems that Wei Cheng was so angry last night that he didn't have time to give orders.
She turned sideways, indicating that they could come in to avoid the cold and warm themselves.
"My generals have worked so hard these days. Today is the winter solstice. Let's stay and eat dumplings together to warm ourselves up before going back. This is a small token of my gratitude."
Chen Zhao's face turned red: "I haven't been able to help you much these days, but... Madam, just don't blame me."
Mother Shen's dumplings were ready, and a large basin was brought to them. Each person took a bowl. This year's winter solstice was almost the busiest time for the Shen family. Father Shen was eating the dumplings when he suddenly spit out a copper coin from his mouth and smiled brightly.
"Good sign, good sign!"
He took out a stack of red envelopes from his arms and distributed them to everyone one by one: "Come, come, everyone has a share. If you accept the red envelope, you will have good luck in the coming year."
Lan Ti, Chen Zhao and others accepted the red envelope and congratulated Father Shen with a smile.
While eating, Lan Ti said to Shen Yinxiao, "I have contacted my family."
Shen Yinxiao knew they were leaving, so he put down his chopsticks and said, "When are you leaving?"
"My brother is worried. My sister-in-law, nephew, and I have been missing for many days. He is going crazy with worry and plans to leave today."
Randy was a little embarrassed: "I only found out this morning. Thanks to you for taking us in these days."
She solemnly said: "We will repay you in the future."
Shen Yinxiao waved his hand: "We meet by chance, don't take it to heart."
After Lan Ti and others finished eating, they helped clear away the dishes and began to tidy up their clothes. Shen Yinxiao sent them all the way north until they parted ways at the gate of the city.
Someone comes to pick them up.
There was a little girl who was still wiping away her tears, crying with some reluctance. Lanti took her hand and said, "When the border is settled, you come to our place to play, and I'll treat you to milk tea and mutton."
"Okay." Shen Yinxiao smiled and watched them go further and further until they were submerged in the vast white snow and could no longer be seen.
There should be nothing wrong.
She exhaled and walked home.
She came out to sit in the carriage, and the horse pulling the carriage also felt cold. She exhaled loudly and sprayed out white mist. She took a step and left a series of footprints in the snow. At this time, her parents should have gone to the store.
When she arrived at the door of her house, she got out of the car and was about to pull the carriage into the backyard when the neighbor's aunt stopped her.
"Yinxiao, you just came back. Someone was looking for you just now."
She paused: "Who is it?"
She thought it was Wei Cheng again. At this time, he should be attending the family banquet in the mansion and socializing like clouds.
The neighbor's aunt thought about it carefully: "He is dressed in rags and has a pimple on his face. Judging from his age, he is about thirty or forty."
"I knocked on your door for a long time. When I saw no one, I left. When I left, I asked me when I would be back."
Shen Yinxiao suddenly felt cold all over, as if the temperature was suddenly withdrawn from his body, leaving only a cold and stiff body.
She immediately got in the car and drove the carriage to the corner of the street. She hid in the carriage and waited for a while, then raised the corner of the curtain and looked in the direction of her door.
Sure enough, with only half a stick of incense, a sneaky figure came from the other end of the long street, huffing and puffing, limping to the front of the Shen family courtyard, raising his hand and knocking on the door.
Seeing the man's face clearly, Shen Yinxiao's hands trembled, and the unbearable memories came to her face. She covered her mouth and nose, trying her best not to make a sound.
He is back.
It wasn't until the person left again that she picked up the reins and drove to the store.
