Chapter 132 Old Names and Surnames

Walking all the way back from the back mountain to the front mountain, all we saw along the way were scattered rocks and corpses. Occasionally, one may even see a broken limb, with both eyes closed.

Although Jiang Xuening was also a person who died once in her previous life, seeing such a scene made her heart skip a beat.

Xiao Bao guessed that she was probably afraid of such a bloody and cruel scene, so he walked diagonally in front of her, blocking most of the cruel scenes with his own figure, and passed through the back mountain courtyard wall along the way.

Although the Shangqing Temple is dominated by the Heavenly Sect, the basic pattern of the Taoist Temple has not changed in any way.

The front is a Taoist temple, and the back is the residence of the Taoist priests.

However, there are no real Taoists at the moment, leaving behind many vacant houses behind the temple.

Xiaobao then tidied up a room for Jiang Xuening and said, "Sir, please instruct Miss Jiang Er to rest here for now. I expect that there will be more conversation between Sir and Mr. Zhang, and it seems that the young master from Duke Dingguo's side has been injured quite a bit. I'm afraid he won't be able to return to Beijing for the time being and will be staying here for a few days."

He also brewed a pot of tea.

At the end of the conversation, he even brought two sets of brand new clothes to the outside world and said, "These are clothes that were bought by someone on a temporary trip to the city. Master Jianshu said that they are naturally far inferior to the popular styles in the capital, but he can only reluctantly make amends to the girl first."

Jiang Xuening was still wearing the crane cloak that Xie Wei had just tied for her, with a layer of ferret skin embedded inside. It was warm and cozy just against her body.

She glanced at those two sets of clothes.

A set of water blue and a set of light purple, although not as exquisite as those in Beijing, the style is also elegant and suitable, indicating that it has been carefully selected. It's just that the clothes were sent by Xie Wei's person, and to her, it really shows a bit of strangeness.

She felt uneasy in her heart and couldn't laugh. She only looked at Xiao Bao and said, "So you're Mr. Xie's person."

Xiao Bao said, "If there is no insider, the gentleman dare not take risks."

He spoke with a stern face, completely different from when his older sister Jiang Xuening called out in a short voice a few days ago, with her eyes folded and not even looking at her. Instead, he seemed unhappy and somewhat composed.

Jiang Xuening then remembered the morning.

The child drugged her meals, causing her to leave the sight of the Heavenly Sect under the pretext of seeking medical treatment, and instructed her to hide in the inn across the street. But she didn't want to go back. When she found out that the Yongding Pharmacy was fake, she rushed to the government office and risked her own life.

Everything was probably not expected by Xie Wei.

That's why Xie Wei is so angry.

This little child is afraid of being ordered to save her, but if Xie Weiruo didn't see her at the inn, I'm afraid he will also be punished, right?

Jiang Xuening is not completely heartless, and thinking of this section can't help but feel a bit guilty for causing trouble to others. However, Zhang Zhe's belief that the Yongding Pharmacy had a response was false, which really made her suspect Xie Wei's intentions.

After all, Xie Wei was not a good person in her mind.

So although all kinds of thoughts flashed through her heart, she ultimately fell into silence.

Xiao Bao tidied up his belongings, half closed the window for her, used some water for her toiletries, and lit a fire in the room before saying, "I'm out, not far away. Miss Jiang can call me if you need anything."

He withdrew and closed the door.

Jiang Xuening couldn't calm down to rest. As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the overlapping faces of Zhang Zhe and Xie Wei, making her heart skip a beat. She took off her crane cloak and gently placed it next to the neatly folded two sets of women's dresses. On the snow-white satin surface, there was no blood or dust on it, but like its owner, there was a kind of aloofness and indifference that stood high in the clouds, overlooking all living beings.

Xie Ju'an

What does he have to say with Zhang Zhe?

Jiang Xuening sat inside for a while, but couldn't sit still. She got up and stood under the eaves outside, looking towards the direction of the back mountain.

There are many ancient pine trees planted in the courtyard.

There is a long road leading to this place from the gate of the back mountain, but now there are many soldiers guarding on both sides. Anyone passing through this road can see clearly from here.

After watching for a long time, I didn't see Zhang Zhe.

Her heart couldn't help but hang high.

It wasn't until almost two minutes had passed that I saw the soldiers guarding looking towards the back, slightly bowing forward, as if someone had saluted.

Jiang Xuening's heart suddenly jumped.

Then, I finally saw the familiar figure walking out of the back mountain. The wound on his body had already been hastily bandaged, but his deep blue robe had already been stained with blood and turned into an ink color, and his face appeared somewhat pale due to excessive blood loss.

It's okay.

He's okay!

At the moment she saw him safe and sound, Jiang Xuening only felt a heart full and about to overflow. Unable to control herself, she quickly walked towards him and said, "Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Zhe's expression was as dry as a withered wood.

At first glance, she saw him with only a heart full of joy and did not notice these small details. A smile had already appeared on her lips and she said, "It's really great that you're okay..."

That's great.

Before he could finish speaking, his eyelids grew a bit heavier. He struggled to blink and his body swayed slightly before fainting backwards.

Zhang Zhe was shocked in his heart, but fortunately he reacted quickly and caught her.

The girl's delicate waist was not tight, and her cheeks were fair and thin. However, she was tired from the hustle and bustle of the past few days. Her eyelids gently closed, and her two slender willow leaf smoke eyebrows also stretched out.

It seems like I'm asleep.

Xiaobao was watching from the other side of the eaves, and when he saw Jiang Xuening faint, he was already startled and wanted to rush down to help someone.

But when Zhang Zhe caught the person, his footsteps couldn't help but stop.

At a distance, he saw Xie Wei standing quietly on the other side of the corridor, watching the scene in the distance, but he didn't come over. However, the expression on Mr. Zhang's face changed several times in the nearby area, and finally it returned to a cold silence. He only hugged the already dormant Miss Jiang Er, walked past him, gently placed her back on the bed in the room, and carefully tucked her in the corner.

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It's finally snowing.

The sky over Tongzhou City is covered with bright clouds, and the wind is howling. It has been a bit colder since mid day, and at dusk, heavy snow falls one after another. Goose like snowflakes flew down from the sky, and in less than half an hour, the city's roof tiles were covered in white. On top of the strong pine trees on the low mountain in Shangqing, there were even clusters of snow, which looked like rime swaying from a distance.

If Xiao Dingfei remembers correctly, this is the weather that Xie Wei hates the most.

Jinling is located in the south and rarely snows.

But over time, there may be some exceptions.

There was a year when the cold air descended south, a gust of wind knocked on the window at night, and in the early morning, one could see the rockery pavilions and pavilions all in the snow. Both inside and outside Jinling City, there are many elegant scholars gathered, but they are overjoyed and invited to go and enjoy the snow.

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Of course, there are also some playboys who come to invite him.

At that time, Xie Wei had not yet participated in the imperial examination, but he was already known as a talented person in Jinling. Xiao Dingfei wants to embroider flowers, pillows, and a bag of grass himself. These individuals are so elegant that they have to write poetry and paint. It's better to call out Xie Wei and go together, as he happens to be rare.

Unexpectedly, when he went to the courtyard, he saw the door tightly closed.

A group of servants in the courtyard were busy sweeping the snow.

Xiao Dingfei felt strange and said, "The snow hasn't stopped yet, and it looks like it will take some more time. You guys cleaned it up at this moment, and then piled it up again later. Isn't it a waste of effort?"

The people in Dujun's yard are all very quiet.

No one answered him either.

On the other hand, Jian Shu from the corridor brought a bowl of medicine and walked over. When he saw him, he paused and said, "I'm not a young master. Sir, I won't go out today. Please go back."

Xiao Dingfei asked, "Is he sick?"

Jian Shudao said, "I feel the wind and cold occasionally."

Xiao Dingfei suddenly felt bored, shrugged his shoulders, and wanted to leave. At the moment of turning around, there was a flicker of light in the corner of my eye. I caught a glimpse of a thick, opaque black curtain floating out of the door when the sword book opened the door with medicine. In the broad daylight, there were faint lines of light shining out.

His heart skipped a beat.

The door quickly closed.

Xiao Dingfei, however, felt a strange sense of mystery. However, when his curiosity arose, he couldn't help but ponder his position in the church, and ultimately dared not ask anything, let alone stay in this courtyard for a long time.

The servants sweeping snow outside are still busy.

He suppressed his hidden doubts and quickly slipped out to enjoy the snow with those playboys.

Just so many years have passed, and the scene I saw that day still lingers in his heart, leaving a huge mystery deep in his memory.

Originally, due to such a big incident today, Xie Wei shot him with an arrow, obviously coming to find him.

Seeing the heavy snow from Shangqing, Xiao Dingfei felt that this person was afraid that he wouldn't come.

At least not during the day.

Sure enough, it wasn't until the sky turned dim and the entire Taoist temple was completely shrouded in darkness that there was a dim yellow lantern in front of him, shining on the already cleaned corridor and heading towards his room.

Jianshu and Daoqin both followed him.

One person carries a lamp and the other holds an umbrella.

At the front of the stairs, he hung the lantern and put away the oil umbrella before pushing open the door. He saw him first and politely called out, "You must be a young master."

Xiao Dingfei has already returned to bed.

A warm stove was burned inside the house, making it very hot.

He was only wearing a white coat, and the arrow that had originally pierced his shoulder had been removed. The wound had been coated with good wound healing medicine, which had already stopped the bleeding. However, the doctor advised not to move casually and to rest.

Xie Wei came in later.

Calm face, deep gaze. Long clothes like snow, with wooden hairpins and black hair, truly exude the elegance of a true recluse.

Jianshu closed the door behind him.

The bright candlelight shone on the window paper, dispelling some of the snow reflected from outside, making his face look even more peaceful.

Xie Wei said, "You have good legs and feet."

Xiao Dingfei chuckled casually and said, "But it doesn't run as fast as Mr.'s arrow."

Xie Wei didn't smile and said, "Unfortunately, the accuracy is not enough. Why didn't we shoot your head off?"

Xiao Dingfei knew that he had a murderous heart towards himself, stared at him, and half jokingly said, "Who told me that Mr. Yu is of great use? I knew that Mr. Xie hates me the most."

Xie Wei placed his hand on the edge of the table without saying anything.

Xiao Dingfei lost his expression and said, "Who told me to use your most hated surname?"

Over the years, I've only heard it once and then hated it again, overlapping and deepening, never fading away, right?