Chapter 134: A jade without carving cannot become a tool

Bullying people too much!

It's definitely a private revenge!

Jiang Xuening finally saw Zhang Zhe unharmed during the day. Her tense heart relaxed and she suddenly fainted. She slept until evening and woke up feeling tired all over. It was because she had been working hard these days and her body was spoiled and tired. However, she had been too nervous a few days ago and had not even noticed it. So he simply stayed in bed and ate something to fill his stomach, then went to ask Xiao Bao Zhang Zhe how to do.

Xiaobao said that Mr. Zhang is also recuperating in the observation.

She wanted to go and take a look.

Unexpectedly, before she could get out of bed, the people from Xie Wei's side came.

Jianshu bent over and stood outside her room, but did not enter. He heard a loud cry inside and gently lowered his eyes, still calmly repeating, "Sir, please come and learn the piano."

Jiang Xuening said angrily, "I don't have a piano!"

Jianshu said, "Sir, he has it there."

Jiang Xuening almost choked to death and said, "I'm a patient!"

Jianshu said, "Xiaobao said the doctor has come to see you, but you are just tired and not in any major trouble."

Jiang Xuening: "..."

Sure enough, that half sized brat must have harbored resentment in his heart for not going to the inn but instead moving reinforcements to the government office. He even gave Xie Wei a small report!

When it comes to this matter, I can't push it anymore.

She gritted her teeth and got up to change her clothes before tidying up and walking out of the room.

Jianshu brought an umbrella and wanted to support her.

She was inexplicably hesitant to work, as Xie Wei's subordinates were driving around. She only picked up her umbrella and propped it on top of her head, and then followed Jian Shu all the way towards Xie Wei's courtyard on the other side of the courtyard.

This should be the courtyard where the master of Shangqing Temple resides, a small one, standing alone in the corner of the mountain behind Shangqing Temple, appearing secluded and secluded.

Fine snow falls, but there is no lamp around.

When Jiang Xuening walked into the courtyard, she couldn't help but be stunned. Looking up, she could only see a warm yellow light shining through the window paper inside the house, reflecting the fine snow falling outside, which was quite interesting.

Perhaps this temple has been in disrepair for a long time. Although Xie Wei brought people here, the preparations were not very complete, and it's not unusual not to light the lights, right?

Jianshu lightly knocked on the door and said, "Miss Er is here."

A flat voice came from inside: "Come in."

Jiang Xuening was still full of anger all the way here. When she heard this sound, it was like pouring a basin of ice water on her head. No matter how arrogant and angry she was, she suddenly extinguished completely, and her calves and stomach began to soften.

Jianshu pushed open the door and Jiang Xuening walked in.

Only one light was lit in the room.

Xie Wei sits on the side of Arhat's bed near the window. The light of the candles can only shine on half of his face. His fingers gently press on his temples, and his face is slightly tired. He looks up at her.

She changed into her light purple dress, which, although not very novel in style, could be considered exquisite in workmanship. It was not as beautiful as the overturned palace attire, but rather had a touch of tranquility and elegance like a small bridge flowing water.

After entering, he carefully bowed and said, "I have seen you, sir."

A slender neck, pale red lips, and fair cheeks, with only a few small scratches left on the top. Although applied with ointment, they have not fully healed. I'm really not afraid that I won't be able to get married.

Xie Wei waved his hand lightly.

Jianshu was taken aback and retreated.

Two doors creaked behind Jiang Xuening, and she closed them gently. She trembled inexplicably and became nervous.

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Xie Wei then said, "When I saw you, I trembled like a mouse when it saw a cat. Where did you have the courage to go to the government office to move reinforcements and support Zhang Zhe, disregarding your own safety?"

Jiang Xuening whispered, "Human life is at stake..."

Xie Wei raised his hand to her and said, "Come here, I can't see you clearly."

This room is just such a big place, and Jiang Xuening still feels that she is standing too close. She hopes that this room can be bigger and she can stand further away. Where did she expect Xie Wei to say this?

What is there that I can't see clearly?

But she felt a drumbeat in her heart and dared not refute, taking a step forward in a proper manner.

Xie Wei frowned lightly and smiled, "If these two legs can't walk, why not find an hour to help you saw them?"

Jiang Xuening's hair on the back suddenly stood up!

She looked at Xie Wei's smiling expression as he said these words, only realizing that there was a hint of seriousness in his words, and there was also a hint of suppressed anger. How could he dare to procrastinate?

This time, I finally walked closer.

But still two or three steps away.

Xie Wei spread out his palm to her and said, "Come on."

There were still scars left on the fingertips of those fingers, which were tightly tied to the bowstring during the day. Looking at the bright red one, it looked like a dirty red flaw left on a beautiful jade, which made people couldn't help but exclaim "pity".

Jiang Xuening is really at a loss.

On one hand, she felt that Xie Wei was extremely eerie tonight and should stay away from him. On the other hand, she felt afraid and didn't dare to act too rebellious. Her thoughts of moving forward and backward clashed with each other, causing her to hesitate and raise her hand, unsure if she should reach out to Xie Wei.

Xie Wei finally developed a bit of impatience, and all the expressions on his face faded away. He even grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him.

Jiang Xuening was unprepared and did not stand firm.

Xie Wei sits on Arhat's bed, which is not high. When she stumbles under her foot, she falls on the foot rest in front of Arhat's bed, looks up at him, and is terrified.

His palms were cold, but he lifted them and placed them on her expressionless cheeks. Sure enough, he leaned slightly closer to look at her.

Xie Wei's face is truly impeccable.

Long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, thin lips, and a straight nose, even the shadows cast by eyelashes under the eyelids seem to be meticulously depicted by the pen and ink of heaven and humanity, just like a deity, making life devoid of any sense of humiliation.

But it was about getting closer. When Jiang Xuening bumped into his eyes, she saw a layer of darkness in his pupils. He looked at her extremely seriously, his gaze sharp as a blade. Just a moment later, he slightly stepped back and the light on his face dimmed a bit, making it difficult to see clearly.

The slightly cool fingertips stirred up a shiver in her.

Jiang Xuening's voice was trembling: "First, sir..."

The skin under the pressure of the fingertips is really delicate, as if it is about to leave a mark when pressed, and can be easily broken by a blow.

Looking up at someone, my slender neck was exposed.

Xie Wei glanced at him, as if he wanted to sense something, or perhaps it was the malicious intent hidden deep in his skin that quietly overflowed, causing him to still not withdraw his hand. He just said, "In the survival of the world, one should first benefit oneself and then benefit others. I watched you in the palace, being careful and cautious step by step, as if you were clear headed. I never thought of going to the palace, which damaged my mind. Ning Er, do you remember what I said to you when I first entered the palace?"

He said, tell her to be obedient and not to make him angry.

Xie Wei's killing intent never lies.

Jiang Xuening dared not move too much and replied, "Remember."

Xie Wei's fingertips exerted force, but there was still a wound on her cheek that hurt her. She furrowed her brows slightly before letting go, but her voice became more and more cold: "If it weren't for me this time, you would have died more than ten times!"

His actions are not only heartless, but also somewhat outrageous.

Jiang Xuening has always regarded him as a saint like a demon. In his previous life, he dared to offer a pillow to himself, but it was only a disgrace to himself. He also knew that he studied Taoism, Buddhism, and had a pure heart and few desires, and did not approach women. Therefore, he did not think of anything else, only considering Xie Wei as hating and torturing her.

The more he became angry, the more obedient she became.

Jiang Xuening has a tendency to seek benefits and avoid harm. Although many things have changed in this life, she is accustomed to exploring the gaps in her heart and is no longer skilled, but almost a skilled instinct.

Whenever anyone reveals any pity or unbearable feelings towards her, she takes advantage of the opportunity to enter.

Because it was so pleasing to Wanniang since childhood.

At this moment, under nervousness, that instinct emerged in strands.

She carefully scrutinized his expression and instinctively felt that Xie Wei had always cherished some old kindness towards her in this life. Moreover, with the matter of the Yongyi Marquis's Mansion, he should have been much more kind to her.

Probably just annoyed that she ruined his plan.

After all, it concerns the Xiao family.

So she boldly gave a pleasing smile and said, "But the student is lucky and happened to bump into the teacher."

When the girl laughed, it was as if the peach blossoms on the branches were blooming with bright pink petals, an indescribably beautiful color. A little flattery, but not flattery, gives people a sense of closeness and trust.

I can't help but want to forgive her.

Xie Wei saw it, but suddenly let out a sharp "sneer". His fingers exerted force and even pinched her jaw, forcing her to lift her head. There was no mercy in his voice, but a clear and terrifying coldness: "At least he has been my student for a long time, and his strategic vision has not expanded. He is used to using this vulgar trick! Who taught you this?"

He can easily pull a full bow, is his strength extraordinary?

With a slight effort, Jiang Xuening was already told to feel pain.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and upon hearing his questioning, she felt a thunderous roar piercing her ears. She remembered that her demeanor was likely to provoke Xie Wei's hatred the most, as it had been in her previous life. She was so frightened that she dared not speak.

Xie Wei looked down at her from a high position and said, "If I don't kill you, I'll assume you're not bad in nature. You're just a person in this world, you should kill the bad, and you can't keep the foolish. I'll spare your life, but you're willing to be a child's play. If you want to save someone, you can't even think of any more clever ways to catch up with yourself. Ning Er, your studies are really in vain!"

Jiang Xuening was stunned.

Xie Wei seemed to be extremely disgusted with her, and finally let go. He closed his eyes and stopped looking at her, saying, "Get out and practice the piano."

Jiang Xuening stared at him for a long time and couldn't help but think, "What useful did you teach me?" After a while, she realized that her head had been pinched by the door, and she dared to lose focus at this moment. So she stood up with a hint of embarrassment.

Just now he pulled me down and sat down, my knees hurt a bit.

She frowned slightly, for some unknown reason, feeling a bit guilty. She had lost her usual domineering temperament and dared not complain. She endured it and looked into the corner of the room.

There is indeed a piano table on the other side, with a piano placed on it.

Jiang Xuening looks familiar at first glance.

It's actually Xie Wei's Emei.

This is the qin that Xie Wei used for her own use. Her eyelids twitched, and she didn't see any other qin when looking left or right. Her heart was already a bit timid and she didn't dare to touch it. However, seeing Xie Wei sitting there without any intention to guide her, he had to grit his head and sit there.

However, it is true that I have not studied the piano for a long time, and my hands have become rusty.

I just raised my hand and played two lines of "Bixiao Yin", but I made a mistake in pronunciation.

She looked up at Xie Wei in fear, but saw him with his wrist resting on his knee and fingertips drooping, as if sitting in the dim light with a gloomy expression. She didn't know what he was thinking, but he never came to scold her.

So I calmed down a bit.

She quickly changed her mind, pretended to be okay, and continued playing down.

The trembling sound of the qin flowed out between the swaying strings, with excellent sound quality. At high altitudes, it was like the chirping of a clear phoenix, at low altitudes, it was like the chirping of a warbler in the gap, and at places where emotions could be freely expressed, it surged into the sky. When it was deeply entangled and heartbroken, it became a deep and melancholic sensation.

Sword, book, sword, and qin are all listening outside.

In the quiet night, there was no sound, only accompanied by the thick snow on the pine trees, rustling towards the sound of falling.

In the simple and clean house, there was a strong smell of medicine that filled the air. It was only the doctor who changed the medicine and bandaged Zhang Zhe's wound, and sighed, "It's close to not hurting the vital part. Otherwise, such a deep cut would have cost me my life..."

Zhang Zhe closed his robe, but suddenly looked out the window lattice.

In the dark courtyard, there were shadows of mountains and trees, but the sound of the qin kept drifting endlessly. At first, it was a bit raw, but after playing it for a long time, it gradually became a bit mellow, giving off a feeling of proficiency.

In such a situation, the only one who still needs to bring out Zhang Qin is Master Xie.

It's his piano.

But it's not his voice.

Zhang Zhe lowered his eyelids, and Dr. Ren carried the medicine box out. He raised his hand and slowly caressed the wound on his shoulder. The pain was hidden deep and continued unabated.

He listened for a long time before the piano gradually stopped playing.

Jiang Xuening didn't know if she had played for half an hour or an hour, but she felt that her fingers were about to be injured by the strings of the qin. Unable to resist, she bravely stopped.

At first glance, Xie Wei, who was originally sitting, had collapsed at some point.

She stood up and walked over lightly, calling out softly, "Mr. Xie?"

Xie Wei leaned against the side cushion, his eyes closed. Even though the soft and warm candlelight illuminated him for a while, his pale face showed little blood and seemed to be asleep. Without the cold and fierce aura that had just made people shiver, his flat eyebrows and eyes were as calm as deep in the mountains, but he still made people dare not disturb him at all, fearing to startle this celestial being.

Jiang Xuening fell silent as soon as she saw it.

She stood in front of her, not daring to shout anymore. Upon reflection, she thought this was an excellent opportunity, and it was time to apply oil to her feet. So, like a cat, tiptoed towards the door.

Just as she saw the door, she turned around and bit her lips slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she walked back and pulled a velvet blanket from the side, holding her breath and placing it on his shoulder bit by bit.

This posture is like being a thief.

Then he opened the door again and flashed out.

Jianshu and the others had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When they saw her coming out, they turned around and wanted to speak.

Jiang Xuening quickly raised a finger to her lips.

The sword, book, sword, and qin were momentarily stunned.

She tried her best to lower her voice and made a mouth gesture, saying, "Sir, you're asleep!"

"..."

Jianshu and Daoqin were stunned again, looking at each other in astonishment.

Jiang Xuening, who had survived the disaster, was as happy as a mouse that had stolen oil. He waved his hand to the two of them and picked up the umbrella that had been leaning against the wall, without anyone to send it to him. With a light and agile step, he had already slipped away.