Ah Si's words pushed Jiang Yue to the forefront.
Silence is as quiet as snow...
Everyone's eyes glanced back and forth between the two.
Jiang Yue was still panting heavily. She was so dirty that her face could not be seen, and she was so thin that she could hardly be called a human being, making it impossible for people to evaluate her.
The first reaction of the onlookers was the same as Ah Si’s: disbelief, simply disbelief! Is this Nie Zhao's fiancée?
The second reaction was to speculate whether Nie Zhao would keep her or drive her away. Nie San was known as an unpredictable master in Zhucheng.
Nie Zhao, the other protagonist of the incident, followed everyone's gaze and landed on the child squatting on the ground, wishing he could shrink himself into a bug.
He went through a lot of things in the first sixteen years of his life, and now he feels that he can't bear to look at them.
The child who was said to be his fiancée had no trace of a human being on his body, and his wrists were tightly bound with a thick hemp rope. He was being held by a strong woman with a sinister face. She was no different from the slaves sold in the grass market.
It was the first time Jiang Yue was stared at by so many people, and she couldn't help but feel anxious and frightened. Her tied hands were shaking like chaff, and it took her a long time to even take out the token from her arms.
The more nervous she became, the more her hands shook. Fortunately, the other party did not lose patience and walk away as she feared. She quickly wiped it and handed it to him with both hands.
Nie Zhao took the token from her hand, his eyes ran across her scarred wrist, and then paused for a moment on the woman who tied her up. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and then fell on the token - it was indeed Nie Zhao. Home stuff.
He knew that he had a fiancée. The Jiang family of Canzhou, Wodong, had had a fateful relationship with his grandfather for many years, so the two families agreed to work together to cultivate the friendship between Qin and Jin Dynasty. Unfortunately, there was no suitable candidate in the previous generation, so the engagement was extended to them. This generation.
But he doesn't want a fiancée. He didn't want it in the past, he doesn't want it now, and he won't want it in the future. In short, he just doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.
Jiang Yue thought that the other party didn't believe it, so she quickly stumbled over her words to explain.
When everyone heard this, they lamented in their hearts, Hey, he still stutters.
Nie Zhao pinched the center of his eyebrows and signaled her not to say anything. She kept calling her Nunu, which made his teeth ache. He raised his wrist and pointed his dagger at Mrs. Ding behind her and asked, "Did she send you here?"
Jiang Yue nodded obediently and swallowed hard.
Immediately, her wrists felt cold and her cheeks felt warm, as if she had been splashed with some liquid.
The onlookers all exclaimed: "Wow!"
Nie Zhao's movements were smooth and flowing, just like chopping melons and vegetables in one go. His expression did not change, and the people seemed to be used to it.
Jiang Yue kept her head down. She saw the rope on her wrist being cut off, and then heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground behind her.
She subconsciously wiped her face with the back of her hand...
A moist red, fishy and sweet.
Blood... it's blood... Nanny Ding is dead, dead?
Although she just wanted to drag herself away to prevent herself from recognizing Nie Zhao, she, just, died like that?
Realizing this, Jiang Yue's originally crouching posture changed to kneeling on the ground due to her weak legs. From this angle, she could only see the tip of Nie Zhao's sword dripping with blood, which was still three-edged.
Nie Zhao took two steps back, took out the money that he had just stuffed into Liang Wansan's mouth, and threw it together with the token in front of Jiang Yue, saying, "Let's go, the engagement is cancelled, and you can go wherever you like."
The Jiang family had a past relationship with his grandfather, and he killed the old pious woman as a token of gratitude for his past affection.
Also kneeling down with Jiang Yue was Liang Wansan. He was so frightened by Nie Zhao's behavior that he was trembling all over. He almost thought that the other party was going back on his word and planned to kill one for one.
Originally, he thought that Nie Zhao cutting off his hand would be a huge threat, but he didn't want the other party to actually take someone's life without any explanation, so he did it neatly and without saying a word.
Liang Wansan couldn't help but touch his neck in fear. He still came to the city for too short a time. How could a strong dragon suppress a local snake? There is no such thing as murder for life in Zhucheng.
His servant Ding hurriedly stepped forward to help him. He looked at Mrs. Ding, whose neck was still bleeding and dying. Her legs were so weak that she couldn't get up. She shouted: "Combine the money! Come up with the money! Pay the money back immediately. Leave me alone!"
Jiang Yue's not very easy to use, Walnut Kernel's brain has just sorted out the fact that Nie Zhao killed Nanny Ding, but she hasn't figured out how to kill him, why to kill him, and when to kill him. Why didn't she see clearly? How did you draw the sword? It was tragic to learn that she was abandoned by her fiancé.
Being rejected by your husband's family is equal to death.
Being annulled means death.
Being rejected by your husband's family and breaking off the engagement means certain death.
Even if he was beaten to death by Nie Zhao in the future, it would be better to die now than being disgraced by breaking off the engagement.
Jiang Yue still wanted to struggle. A pair of dry wood-like hands grabbed the hem of Nie Zhao's clothes and asked stumblingly: "Why? Is it? Is it because, Nunu, you are showing up in public. You, dislike,..."
"Nunu will do laundry and weaving...don't want it, don't want it Nunu..."
Nie Zhao didn't dislike her showing up in public. What he disliked was his clothes, which were white, and Jiang Yue's claws, which were black.
He bent down and pulled a piece of clothing out of her hand, and sure enough, there was a stain on it.
"Get as far away as you want, don't get in my eyes." He was in a good mood and didn't care about her clothes. He choked a few words and ignored her, turned around and left.
Jiang Yue saw that the disgust in his peach blossom eyes was obvious, and she thought she had guessed correctly. The other party really wanted to break off the engagement because she felt that she was unruly because of her public appearances.
The onlookers have long been accustomed to corpses appearing anytime and anywhere in every city. They did not pay any attention to Mrs. Ding who fell on the ground. They just took a piece of wood soaked in salt water and quietly commented on it while smashing the smell.
"So heartless, I really refused."
"Fortunately, Nie San still has feelings for his fiancée. You can see that he pulled her out with his hands."
"Indeed, he should normally kick someone over with a single kick."
"He is in a good mood today. You can see how gentle he is in collecting debts."
When they saw Nie Zhao approaching, they automatically fell silent and opened an exit to let him out.
He kept turning the dagger in his hand, still holding the dog's tail grass in his mouth. He had no intention of turning around. The corners of his snow-white clothes were flying like clouds like blades. It looked like a happy marriage. It must be returned without negotiation.
Jiang Yue felt a heavy sadness and pain in her heart, and her life was about to collapse.
She doesn't know how she will live in the future without her husband's family.
Compared with her husband being a bully and a bully, the fact that the bully and the bully didn't even want to be her husband was more terrifying.
Also, she has been exposed to the public, and now she is not good-looking, so her husband should be disgusted with her.
She had already been hanged once, and she didn't want to recall the pain of suffocation a second time. Jiang Yue thought for a while, clenched her fists, closed her eyes, and gathered strength to hit the wall.
The sounds of gasps came one after another.
"She wants to die!" came the exclamation from the crowd, causing Nie Zhao to turn around.
When Jiang Yue's forehead was only one step away from the wall, she felt her body lighten, her collar tightened, and someone lifted her up into the air, and that person was none other than Nie Zhao, who had left and returned.
Even though she was not familiar with the other person, she could still tell that his patience had been exhausted to the extreme. His beautiful eyebrows were lowered and his jaw was tense. He showed a few bright and sharp teeth and spit the dog's tail on the ground. There was something serious in his voice: "I told you to walk out of Zhucheng, I didn't tell you to run to the underworld."
Tears welled up in Jiang Yue's eyes: "You, you don't want to be a slave, a slave can only die..."
Nie Zhao hissed: "You dare to threaten me?"
He put the person on the ground.
Jiang Yue shook her head and said firmly: "No, it's a threat." Then she hit the wall again.
Nie Zhao carried her back and forth three times before he was sure of her determination to die. He had to hold her clothes up and keep her in the air to prevent her from hitting the wall accidentally.
Fortunately, Jiang Yue was so skinny that she only reached below his chest. Carrying her was no different from carrying a small animal.
He pointed at her and then at himself: "We've only met once. What are you doing that would make you want to live or die if you don't marry me? Did you fall in love with me at first sight?" The taste is quite special, and you can see him using a white knife to go in and a red knife to go out. Fall in love with him.
Apart from falling in love with him, he couldn't think of any reason why a person he had never met would marry him even if he wanted to die.
Seeing that she was a child, Nie Zhao spent some of his rare patience in his life, half-bent down, twitching the corners of his mouth, and showed an innocent smile: "Did you take a look at my face? Let me tell you, The skin in this world is nothing more than beauty and withered bones, but my heart is like a snake and a scorpion. She is really not a good match. Let’s leave as soon as possible.”
His bones and skin are indeed extremely beautiful. He is both active and quiet, flashy but not demonic. Even when he kills people and sheathes his sword, he always carries a kind of freehand grace. Now when he smiles, he is even more like a peony reflecting water, astonishingly beautiful.
There was no fragrance of spices, flowers or fruits on Nie Zhao, only a faint trace of blood, which actually didn't smell good. However, his face, every inch of exposed skin, and his figure, when he saw it from a distance, made him fall in love. People find his fragrance to be overwhelming.
Jiang Yue was so frightened by him that she retched a moment ago, and now she was dazzled by his smile. However, she was still stubbornly emphasizing: "No, no, you are a slave. The slave's fiancé was rejected by the husband's family. A woman only has one death."
Nie Zhao's hand holding her collar wanted to pinch her neck instead. He didn't know how the Jiang family taught their daughter. It was the first time in his life that he saw the arch become a spirit, alive, right in front of his eyes.
Not because of love, not because of liking, just because he, Nie Zhao, is her fiancé!
If her fiancé is some kind of jerk, she will have to live and die for those jerks! It has nothing to do with character, talent or appearance. Who is her fiancé and who will she die for?
"Absurd." Nie Zhao squeezed out two words through his teeth. It was simply ridiculous.
The onlookers were watching this show with great interest, and their eyes were almost on fire. Ever since he arrived in Zhucheng, he had never been made a joke by anyone.
Nie Zhao raised his eyes and looked at the sky. He had been entangled for too long and it was already late. Even if Jiang Yue left, he would probably not be able to leave Zhucheng's territory before dark.
Nie Zhao just thought she was annoying, but considering the relationship between Jiang and Nie's family, he didn't really intend to let her, a little child, die here.
"Debt collectors." People who collect too many debts will be punished. Look, someone is here to collect his debts.
As he thought, the hand grabbing Jiang Yue's collar changed to grabbing her belt and lifted her up.
Jiang Yue was carried out of the crowd by him. Her limbs were hanging down softly, her head was dizzy, and the blood flowing out of the body of Aunt Ding behind her was bright red, like a strange dream.
The eunuch Li Hu, who had arrived late, was wearing a patched official uniform. He patted his thighs and complained: "Nie Zhao! Why did you kill someone again? Did you report the killing?"
Nie Zhao was very annoyed. He was obviously not afraid of the prefect, so he waved his hand at him and ignored him. It seemed that the prefect was just talking and didn't lead anyone to pursue him and really pursue the matter.
Walking out of the crowd, out of the street, turned into several alleys, and walked around in a circle. Gradually, the number of people became sparse, the grass was luxuriant, and even the ground turned from bluestone with a thick layer of gray to muddy yellow.
Nie Zhao took Jiang Yue for about two miles before arriving at a dilapidated wooden door. He kicked the door open and threw her into the yard.
"This is my home. You stay here for one night and leave tomorrow."
Jiang Yue rolled around on the ground twice, feeling dizzy from the fall and hurting all over her body. It took her a long time to recover, supported her arms and got up, and asked hurriedly: "So, are you going to stay as a slave?" As she spoke , with a stubborn look in his eyes.
You can see through the courtyard at a glance. Directly in front are two dilapidated houses built of yellow mud mixed with straw, with thatched roofs.
On the left is a kitchen made of yellow mud. It has no door and is dusty inside.
The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, some almost up to her waist. There was only a small path from the gate to the main house, proving that people came back here often.
If Nie Zhao didn't say this was his home, Jiang Yue thought he was going to throw her away.
But it doesn't matter, as long as he is willing to stay, he can live anywhere.
Nie Zhao laughed angrily at her and rolled his eyes. It took him a while to control himself from slapping this ugly, stupid and stupid girl. He hated himself for being too kind.
"Stay here for one night, don't you understand people's words?" He slowed down and emphasized every word, "If you go out to the city by yourself tomorrow, you can still survive if you have hands and feet. It's better than following me to drink northwest The wind is strong.”
"You, still, don't want to be a slave?" Jiang Yue's tears rolled down like broken beads.
Well, after talking for a long time, she didn't listen to a word.
Nie Zhao had a headache. He pressed his knuckled fingers between his eyebrows. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that the other party's mind was full of three obediences, four virtues, three virtues, three virtues, and nine virtues. It was probably useless to talk about these things, so he found a stone and sat down.
Even in such a dilapidated environment, as soon as he sat there, it became brighter, and his not very elegant movements were full of nobility.
Nie Zhao looked sincere and said, "Let me tell you the truth. It's not that I don't want you, but that I am not your fiancé at all."
Jiang Yue was shocked: "Aren't you Nie Zhao?"
Nie Zhao nodded: "I am, but who is your fiancé's family?"
Jiang Yue replied: "Sister-in-law said that he is the youngest son in the family."
Nie Zhao had a serious look on his face: "I am on my third trip at home, and I have a younger brother, Nie Mei. Your fiancé is him, but he died of illness a few years ago, and I am the only one left in our family."
Jiang Yue couldn't believe it and stuttered even more: "But, they said that my fiancé's name is Nie... Nie Niezhao."
"Nie... Nie Nie what Nie Zhao?" Nie Zhao imitated her tone, which was a little teasing. As expected, she saw her eyes red and stopped her bad joke, "They made a mistake. I know this best." Nie Zhao He swore to deceive her, "I am seventeen this year. If he were alive, he would be fourteen this year. You must be younger. There is no reason for our family to let a mistress of a similar age let me get engaged to you, right?"
Jiang Yue was in a trance and couldn't believe it, but she couldn't think of any benefits of the other party lying to her. The other party's solemn appearance did not allow her to doubt it. She nodded: "Yes." Then she looked like she was looking for a place to die for love. .
Before she found him, Nie Zhao tried to persuade her: "Our family is reasonable and we don't need you to be a keeper. Let's stop the marriage. You can leave Zhucheng after tonight and live a good life on your own. The reason why I gave up the marriage is because It’s also for your own good. There were so many people just now because I was afraid that you would be upset and lose your temper, so I didn’t say anything.”
Jiang Yue was stunned for a while, and Nie Zhao thought she was thinking about it. Unexpectedly, in just a moment, the other party knelt on the ground with a plop, looked directly at him with firm eyes, and kowtowed to him three times:
"No! An elder brother is like a father. Third brother, you, you are Nie Mei's only brother. Even though he is dead, from now on I will treat you as my own father and be filial to you!"
Nie Zhao held his forehead and had a splitting headache.
He could no longer control himself, Jiang Yue might as well die.
