Chapter 116: The Heart of Violation

Everyone actually noticed Jiang Xuening to some extent, after all, this person has been closely following Zhang Zhe since he came out of prison. He was just casually dressed, with a face that was pitch black and dirty. He looked smaller with slightly more delicate features, and even though there was light on this big night, he couldn't see clearly. He also had to be wary of Zhang Zhe next to him.

Even if a discerning person sees some clues, they won't say anything.

Just muttering in my heart: I didn't expect there to be such a person in the Heavenly Sect. Those who have served as officials are very particular, and when they come out to infiltrate, they always have to take someone with them. I don't know if this is a girl dressed up, or those skinny and tender little white faces sold in the Qin Lou Chu Guan.

Each person in the temple has their own thoughts, and no one has raised any objections to this small dispute.

Soon someone took the initiative to shift the topic.

Those who can be imprisoned by the court can be said to have their own abilities. As soon as they open their talk boxes and talk about their own experiences, adding some oil and vinegar, they become living storybooks, even more exciting than the storytellers under the bridge.

The woman finished delivering the pancakes and went out with a basket, but the teenager's eyes lit up as he listened. He simply sat on the doorstep, looking as if he was planning to stay overnight listening.

It seems that those people from Tianjiao don't care about him either.

Jiang Xuening had been somewhat concerned about this child since early on, after all, it was unimaginable that there was still a child in his teens in such a place. Does Tianjiao nowadays not even let children go?

Listening to the powerful men from the prison boasting about their experiences before and after being imprisoned, Jiang Xuening drank enough water and had half a bowl left. He hesitated for a moment and handed it to Zhang Zhe.

Even sitting on the ground, his figure is also upright.

At this moment, Jiang Xuening turned his head to take the water bowl, and his heart skipped a beat. However, he then lowered his eyes and placed the bowl of water on the ground in front of him. His voice whispered back to her, "I'm not thirsty."

After all, it's still Zhang Zhe, who is rigid and uncivilized!

Jiang Xuening snorted from the bottom of her heart.

But on second thought, I was afraid it was precisely because of this person's purity and self-restraint that I found it so difficult to control myself. After all, this person was completely different from her, with almost no similarities, as if standing in the light, making people lift their heads to look up, making it difficult to touch. If one day Zhang Zhe and Xiao Ding become frivolous and frivolous young masters like Meng Lang, she probably won't be interested in them.

This unexpected involvement in the prison robbery was beyond her expectations and disrupted her original plan. However, being in the same place as Zhang Zhe, I feel that any plans or unexpected plans are not as important anymore.

This person is right beside me, which is the most important thing at this moment.

Just for Zhang Zhe, it's not necessarily necessary. Since we have had such close contact with the Heavenly Sect, we must have some ulterior motives. Her presence here is bound to have a certain impact on Zhang Zhe's plans. Therefore, the first thing to do is to protect herself and not delay her progress. The second thing is to act according to the situation, after all, with respect to the Heavenly Sect

At least there is an advantage of rebirth, with some understanding.

I just hope this matter won't be too complicated.

Unconsciously, Jiang Xuening's eyebrows quietly locked.

In the dilapidated temple, someone was telling about their past experiences: "That year, when I was only in my early twenties, the dog official falsely borrowed court laws and collected taxes from the village for ten years. After that, I grabbed a pig killing knife and stabbed the dog official's sedan chair, causing his intestines to flow to the ground.". As soon as I saw it, I ran away. I ran for many years. Unexpectedly, I met an acquaintance who was eating a bowl of Wonton at Wulipu. I turned to the government and caught me in the prison. Hey, it's also lucky to have encountered such a thing and let me out again! "

At this point, he couldn't help but feel a hint of pride on his face.

The child squatting on the threshold couldn't help but let out an "ah", causing everyone to turn around and look at him.

It's neither surprise nor shock.

But it hurts.

It turned out that the child was pinching half a piece of cake in his hand, listening and nibbling on it, but he was so engrossed that he didn't notice that the cake had already been eaten. He bit down and even bit his own finger, then let out a painful scream.

The people around suddenly burst into laughter.

"How come you can bite your hands even after eating a cake?"

"How hungry is this?"

"Little child, how old are you this year and what is your name? Have you also joined the Heavenly Cult? It's too late to go back, don't your parents worry?"

The little child slowly retracted the finger he had just bitten and touched his own head. He looked a bit shy, but spoke very confidently, saying, "Just turned thirteen, no father or mother, no one named me, everyone called me 'Little Treasure', and everyone also called me 'Little Treasure'. Even though I'm not very old, I've been teaching for three or four years!"

Everyone was suddenly surprised.

Xiaobao probably felt very proud of being looked at by so many people, and couldn't help but straighten his back a bit, with a smile on his face. However, just as he was about to say something more, with his straight back, his stomach let out a very uncooperative growl, and his voice was quite loud, which many people heard.

"Hahaha..."

Everyone laughed again and again.

At his age, when he was growing up, he didn't have enough to eat three meals a day.

Besides, I only nibbled on half of the pancake just now

Xiao Bao felt a little embarrassed and blushed. He had a towering braid tied up and stood upright, his head buried on his knee.

However, at this moment, a slightly raw and hoarse voice rang out beside him: "Do you still want to eat?"

Upon hearing the sound, Xiaobao looked up and saw the half pulled pancake being handed over to him.

The hand holding the cake was not clean, the palm was wide, and the knuckles of the fingers were large, even covered with jagged new and old scars, but covered mostly with dirty marks, which were not very noticeable.

Looking down with this hand, it turned out to be an equally dirty prison uniform.

Just sit a little next to Xiaobao.

Even though most of his body was in the shadows, he looked like a burly and tall man. However, it was not until the moment he spoke that everyone noticed that there was still such a person here.

Xiaobao is usually clever and has a good memory, but at this moment, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Because even he has no impression of this man.

Perhaps he had been imprisoned in prison for too long and had no opportunity to talk to others. His voice was like a rusty knife rubbing against a grinding stone, making it uncomfortable to hear.

===Kunning Section 151===

My hair is also too long, covering my face.

At first glance, it seems indistinguishable from depth, and there is a very ordinary feeling.

Xiaobao instinctively took the pancake he handed over and thanked him.

Zhang Zhe had not taken a bite of the cake in his hand and seemed to be handing it out, but at this moment, his wrist turned and he silently withdrew it, his gaze falling on the man who had not previously caught the attention of others.

Jiang Xuening first glanced at Zhang Zhe, and a slight smile appeared on her lips before turning her eyes to look at Xiao Bao again.

However, when his gaze fell on the child's finger, he couldn't help but freeze.

Xiao Bao sat in a relatively outside position, with a fire burning in the dilapidated temple, and he didn't get much light on his side before. But when he reached out to take the cake from the man's hand, he was just illuminated by the jumping flames.

Jiang Xuening glanced at his ring finger.

There is a small black mark on the left side next to the fingernail, but it is quickly blocked by other fingers. In a hurry, it is impossible to determine whether it is a ground blood blister, birthmark, or an unknown mark

She lowered her eyebrows gently and looked at her ring finger. In an instant, a group of accompanying readers were practicing calligraphy while studying in Yangzhi Zhai. They used their ring finger to support the brush tube of the brush, and because their skills were not yet perfect, there were always some ink marks accidentally worn on that side.

Tianjiao, this little child, looks rough and burlap on his face, not like a literate reader.

Her eyes flickered, and she had some thoughts in her heart, but for the time being she suppressed them without asking or speaking up.

It was the man in the corner who finally caught the attention of others for handing over the cake.

Wearing a prison uniform, one must be from the prison.

But at present, except for the person from the Heavenly Sect who came to rob the prison in this dilapidated temple, everyone else came out of the prison. They have no impression of such a person and have no idea where they came from.

Some people are curious and want to ask for his surname.

Unexpectedly, the man who had previously mocked Zhang Zhe for drinking water and wiping dishes with his effeminate demeanor opened his eyes wide and looked at the disheveled person for a while. His originally sturdy body couldn't help but tremble for a moment!

The leftover pancakes in hand fell to the ground.

His voice was filled with fear, so frightened that he stood up and pointed at the person, saying, "Meng, Meng, Meng, you are Meng Yang!"

Meng Yang?!

These two words can be said to startle everyone!

Almost everyone who knew the name took a cold breath, and the inmates who had sat next to Meng Yang in the other dungeons without paying attention were even more horrified. They could hardly control their subconscious actions at that moment and retreated towards the back.

Centered around this person, a circle immediately dispersed.

Jiang Xuening's eyelids twitched when she saw this scene.

The name "Meng Yang" is really unfamiliar to her, she has never even heard of it, but there is no need to hear it at this moment. Just by looking at the reactions of these people around her, it is clear that this person is not a good person!

You should know, these people are all from the prison.

Who doesn't have a life on their hands?

However, seeing this person was as if seeing a malevolent star or a ferocious god, and there was a faint sense of fear emanating from the bottom of my heart!

How terrifying should this person be?

Zhang Zhe's gaze had been on Meng Yang before, and he didn't know if he had recognized him before. When others mentioned his name, he didn't react much.

The others are completely different.

The bandits, who had previously boasted about their killing and profiteering behavior, now fell silent as if slapped, and even bowed respectfully to the man who was still sitting in the corner, saying, "I didn't know Meng and Meng Yishi were here before. It's really disrespectful!"

When calling him "Meng Yishi", there was a clear pause in his words.

I guess I don't know how to address it.

A righteous person?

If you come home from the monk's temple with a sword and chop up more than fifty members of your family, it can also be called "righteousness". In this world, no one dares to say they are "villains"!

Meng Yang seemed to let out a snort in his throat, leaned back and didn't even lift the hair blocking his face. He leaned against the dilapidated door panel and closed his eyes, completely ignoring the group of people.

Everyone suddenly felt a bit embarrassed and also a bit scared.

In the Heavenly Prison, there is no way for a good person to rank according to their seniority, but even if they commit evil to the extent of Meng Yang, they must rank first among the wicked.

Fortunately, at this moment, Huang Qian, the leader of the Heavenly Sect who had gone out to talk earlier, returned. However, his face was not very good. He looked around at everyone and his gaze finally fell on Zhang Zhe, saying, "There is no news from the brothers in the sect who are going to the East City Gate yet. No one has come here to see along the way, I'm afraid something has happened.". Huang had just discussed with his brothers in the sect, and since Lord Zhang was present, he did not fear that the court would send someone to pursue him, so he rested here for the night. Tomorrow, the person who will come to pick up during the early morning teaching will arrive, and then we will go to Tongzhou Branch together, which is safer. The brave warriors who came out of the prison can also take the waterway to various places over there. What do you think? "

The people who came out of the prison remained silent. Some instinctively looked at Zhang Zhe, while others instinctively looked at Meng Yang.

People are under the eaves, and there is no place for them to speak.

Meng Yang leaned back and didn't even move up.

Upon hearing the words "Tongzhou Branch", Zhang Zhe knew that he would definitely gain something on this trip. He nodded and said calmly, "Since we have left the capital, we will all listen to the plan of the leader."

So everyone rested on the spot.

It's just that the place is really cramped and inconvenient.

The back hall of this dilapidated temple was separated by a wall, but there were still two small houses. One of them could barely tear down half a bed, and Zhang Zhe calmly asked for it.

The gaze of the crowd naturally converged on him and Jiang Xuening.

No one objected.

But when he took Jiang Xuening to the back, everyone turned around to look at him, but they all had some tacit ambiguity: it's really a blessing not to forget that at this time!

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The dilapidated temple in the deserted village was probably inhabited by other people, or by former members of the Heavenly Cult who had wandered here before. The small house behind it was rudimentary and the bed was barely able to lie down.

It's just a bit messy.

Zhang Zhe remained silent and leaned forward to tidy up.

Jiang Xuening looked at it and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Zhang Zhe finished packing up and turned around, only then did she remember that Xiaobao had not yet told him about it, so she spoke up and said, "Mr. Zhang, just now I..."

Zhang Zhe gently shook his head at her.

I raised my hand and pointed towards the outside, but I could still vaguely hear the voices of people outside.

Jiang Xuening understood that walls have ears.

She felt a bit embarrassed for a moment. After thinking for a moment, she extended her right hand and pointed to the small piece on the left side of her ring finger nail. Then she made a gesture of gripping the pen, and compared a height that was slightly shorter than herself in front of her. Finally, she raised a finger and compared it to a braid on her head.

This gesture is somewhat puzzling.

After looking at her for a while, Zhang Zhe roughly understood her meaning and nodded.

At this moment, it was not easy to speak, but seeing him nod, Jiang Xuening felt very strange that the person in front of her must have understood the meaning of her gesture, so she laughed along.

There is only one bed here.

She looked at it but felt a bit awkward and unsure of what to do.

Zhang Zhe's voice was very low, only saying, "Miss Er is sleeping here, and I am at the door."

In the dimly lit room, his eyebrows, eyes, and voice were lowered together. At this moment, there was nothing else visible on the silent and cold face, except for a thin silhouette that reflected a third of the moonlight penetrating through the broken window, like a carving knife, piercing into Jiang Xuening's heart.

The same goes for the previous life.

They finally found a place to live, but she was the queen and he was a foreign minister, so naturally there was only her sleeping place.

At that time, she had no favorable impression of this person at all.

I went to sleep on my own, completely indifferent to the life and death of this person outside. I was extremely tired. I dreamed until dawn all night long, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a faint light shining from outside the window.

She stretched lazily and pushed open the door.

Then I saw him at a glance.

The convoluted man sat on a chair against the wall, with his eyes folded. His dark official robe was stained with the morning mist, as if the color had deepened, as if it had been dampened by morning dew, exuding a hint of coldness.

She thought he was asleep.

Unexpectedly, as she pushed open the door, Zhang Zhe's slightly closed eyes also lifted and looked at her. Did you sit like this all night? There were some droplets of water on his eyelashes, but his deep black eyes were clear and her figure was reflected in his pupils.

That was really a beautiful morning.

The mist is light and agile.

The sky is dimly lit.

As the empress, she stood in the eyes of this courtier, but at this moment, the high city wall in her heart collapsed with a loud bang. Something gently grabbed her and made her unable to break free again.

In the darkness, Jiang Xuening looked at him with unprecedented courage, not afraid of being caught in his hidden secrets.

She opened her mouth and didn't want him to stay up for another night.

However, when he spoke, he said, "How about you wait for me to fall asleep before going out?"

"..."

Zhang Zhe was ultimately unable to refuse.

She lay down with her clothes on her side, facing the wall and her back to Zhang Zhe. However, her heart was slightly swollen, and her mind was filled with thoughts.

She thought she might as well sleep for a while and ask Zhang Zhe to wake her up, so that he could sleep instead.

But there were too many things that happened that night, and it made her too tired, like the night of the previous life. She was a bit dazed, and as soon as her head touched the old pillow, her consciousness became drowsy.

Zhang Zhe sat next to her and heard her breathing gradually becoming more even.

I am already asleep.

Just the girl curled up in her sleep, probably feeling a bit cold. So he took off his coat and walked silently forward, gently covering her.

Some rough clothes accidentally hit the girl's neck.

She unconsciously reached out and gently grabbed, flipping over half naturally.

The air is filled with a sweet aroma.

Zhang Zhe still maintained the act of covering her with a robe, and at this moment, with a hint of light seeping in, he could see clearly the person within reach, with closed eyes, a small Qiong nose, and soft lips.

How dare she commit suicide for someone like her who is afraid of pain, suffering, and death

I really want to ask her, does it hurt?

But he dare not.

In this moment, all the waves piled up in Zhang Zhe's chest surged up like a burning fire, causing his heart and lungs to ache.

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A voice is bewitching in my ears.

He gradually approached her, approaching, his cheeks almost touching hers, and his lips almost touching hers.

However, at the moment when it was about to be touched but not touched, there was a loud sound in his mind like a great bell, which made him restless and forced him to retreat!

In the darkness, it is restrained breathing.

At the moment he retreated, he realized what he had just wanted to do. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and feel a chill in his heart: how dare he have such an arrogant mind!

Zhang Zhe's chest was bulging violently. When he walked out of this room, he slapped himself in the face.

With a soft snap.

He closed his eyes slightly and was finally regained a bit of clarity and calmness when the wind blew outside.

At this moment, the people outside are also huddled in the corner and asleep.

There is silence everywhere.

Only Meng Yang sat in front of the fire, heard the commotion, turned his head to look at him, and when he saw the finger marks left on Zhang Zhe's cold face, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and his expression became a bit strange.