Wei Cheng was suffocated and looked very ugly: "You just miss me so much?"
Shen Yinxiao shrank his neck and murmured: "I just find it strange how you have so much money."
Wei Cheng turned his head and said coldly: "I won't buy you those things anymore."
There was a hint of anger in these words, which were much more lively than the usually serious and unpredictable him. She couldn't help but feel funny in her heart, her voice softened a little, and she pulled his sleeve and shook it: "Master Shaojun Don't remember the faults of villains, so don't worry about me, a little girl."
The beauty spoke softly and had a subtle fragrance on her sleeves. An ordinary person would have lost control a long time ago. Wei Cheng's temper came and went quickly. He glanced at her sideways, but the corners of his lips were still deliberately tense, "If I were a flower, Is it really the public’s money?”
Shen Yinxiao thought about it, and naturally she kept it for herself. All the flowers were spent. When the court investigated them, he was the one to pay them back. What she got was hard-earned money, so she had to pay them back.
"Then I will donate it to Tzu Chi Hall in your name to support the orphans and the weak. This can be regarded as a good deed for the young master."
"Then what if I am dismissed from my post and arrested by the court."
"Of course I'm waiting for you, Young Master."
"When the time comes, I will be powerless and unable to afford jewelry. Will you wait?"
"wait."
Shen Yinxiao nodded without changing his expression.
Wei Cheng sneered and raised his hand to touch her neck. Under his palm, the warm arteries beat slightly. He said coolly: "Thank you if you don't take the money and run away. If you are so kind, my Wei Zi Write it backwards.”
Shen Yinxiao's ears turned red.
"Anyway, don't worry about it. My money comes from a clean source, so you can use it with confidence."
Wei Cheng was in a good mood and was happy to listen to her making up nonsense to coax him. He was not annoyed. Instead, he found it quite interesting to see the woman making up lies in such a serious manner.
In the field of love, there is so much love that goes hand in hand with life and death. If Shen Yinxiao didn't have such a good skin, he wouldn't have taken a liking to her back then, and he wouldn't have bothered to spend energy to protect her from the wind and rain these years.
If his surname was not Wei, why would Shen Yinxiao serve him diligently and tenderly?
Love and love are based on all established conditions.
If one day he really loses his reputation, Shen Yinxiao abandons him, and Mingzhu chooses another, he can actually understand.
The slender neck was smooth and delicate, and he squinted his eyes.
She is beautiful, but she lacks jewelery embellishments and is a bit bare, unlike the bejeweled ladies at the banquet just now. Banquets and gatherings, large and small, are hunting grounds for women to compete in beauty, and arenas for men to compete for power. She stood alone in the middle. Looking at her several times, she seemed too thin.
He frowned: "Why don't you wear the hairpin I gave you, or the necklace? You don't like it?"
The white jade hairpin rings that Lan Xi gave him were inserted into her bun. There were six of them in total. She already felt that it was a heavy burden on her neck. Adding gold hairpins would be even more burdensome, not to mention that the jewelry was too expensive. She could tell with a discerning glance. Those jewelry are not something you can buy casually. It would be too ostentatious to bring out. She waved her hand: "I like it, but it's too heavy. I keep it at home and don't wear it."
Wei Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the valuable hosta on her head, with a hint of danger in his eyes.
"If you don't wear mine, wear Beigong Boyu's, right?"
"Beigong Boyu?" She raised her hand and touched the white jade hairpin ring on her temples, and was stunned for a moment: "Lan Xi brought it to me. I will return it to her next time we meet."
Wei Cheng snorted coldly: "It's good to know."
Shen Yinxiao curled his lips, feeling unhappy.
He was so jealous that she didn't even care about the fact that he and Wang Yuanjun were together and wearing the same pair of jade pendants.
oppressive rule.
"Young Master, there is an ambush." Wei Ning's voice came from outside the car, his voice low.
Wei Cheng was a little unhappy when he heard that Beigong Lanxi left Shen Yinxiao alone.
Originally, they rode back to Fan Yang directly. A lot of official documents had accumulated in the past few days and were still waiting for Wei Cheng to deal with. Fan Yang urged them for a long time, but not long after they left, Wei Cheng suddenly reined in his horse and turned around, stopping him. He picked up the carriage that sent Shen Yinxiao back.
Unexpectedly, there was an ambush.
Seeing that they had not yet entered Fanyang's territory, there were countryside in front and behind, and there were forests on both sides. As Wei Ning drove, he looked at six roads, and just now a cold light suddenly flashed behind the trees, which was the light reflected from the sword.
"Coming for you?" Shen Yinxiao nervously grabbed the cushion under him. Wei Cheng frowned slightly and did not answer.
One hand attached to the back of her hand and patted her comfortingly. He did not pull it away. Instead, he held her hand and wrapped his fingers around the back of her hand. The warmth was continuously transmitted into her somewhat cold skin, calmly. And calm.
The other hand crossed her back and pulled her into his arms.
"There may be a tripping rope." Wei Cheng was not sure, but he still told her the worst-case scenario he expected, lowered his head and told her: "When the fight starts later, you find a hidden place to hide."
Shen Yinxiao nodded: "Yes."
Outside the carriage, Wei Ning's voice sounded a little urgent: "Young Master, be careful, there is a snagging rope!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole carriage seemed to have hit something. Under the violent vibration, mixed with the neighing of horses, the two horses were tripped at the same time and fell to the ground with a roar. Shen Yinxiao grabbed Wei Cheng's sleeve, Wei Cheng hugged her tighter, almost rubbing her into bones and blood.
The car rolled several times, and Shen Yinxiao was almost vomited out from the ground. The things in the car were scattered like ping ping ping pong, and Wei Cheng lay on top of her to block the falling things for her. He didn't know what they were. When it hit him, she heard a muffled groan above her head. When she was about to look up and ask if he was injured, Wei Cheng held her head down.
"Don't make any sound." He picked up his sword and said in a low voice that only she could hear, "Just hide in the car."
Shen Yinxiao was not someone who would stir up trouble in times of danger. She nodded and hid behind the car curtain obediently.
Watching Wei Cheng open the curtain and go out, seven or eight killers wearing black clothes, wearing curtain hats, and holding long knives walked down from the forest.
The horse pulling the cart tripped, and the steel needle on the trip rope pierced the horse's leg. It was difficult to walk tonight.
"Why is it a man, not a woman?" The leader of the man in black flicked the long knife, and there was a clang sound, and Shen Yinxiao's back was raised. This was for him.
In her mind, she quickly searched for people she didn't want to deal with.
"It's quite pity for her." The man in black sneered, "I'm in a good mood tonight. I'll rape her first and then kill her. I'll show you a live erotic palace."
The others laughed, but Wei Cheng's face turned extremely gloomy.
Wei Ning was afraid that something might happen to Wei Cheng, so he shouted angrily: "How dare you assassinate Young Master Wei on the border of Youzhou? Who sent you here!"
These people are obviously not good people, their accents are uneven, and their words and deeds are arrogant. They look like gangsters on the run: "Whoever you are, you will all die tonight!"
Shen Yinxiao grasped the car curtain tightly and exposed a corner. A group of people started fighting, swords flashed, and her eyes wandered among the crowd.
Wei Cheng drew his sword and pierced the throat of the leader. Blood gushed out like a fountain and sprayed all over the ground. Something hot splashed on the tip of her nose. She stretched out her hand and touched it. Under the hazy night, the bright red on her fingertips was dark. She turned black, her stomach was churning, and she held on to the window lattice and started retching.
Wei Cheng raised his leg and kicked the other man on the knee. The Hanzhang Sword penetrated the back of his neck from top to bottom and came out from his throat, killing him with one blow.
People who were born in the military camp are all killing tools that have been practiced thousands of times in the Shura field. The most important thing in killing skills is simplicity, roughness and neatness.
This was the first time Shen Yinxiao saw him kill someone.
In the entanglement, the gangster who had fallen to the ground struggled to get up, holding the knife, and slowly moved towards Wei Cheng's back.
