Chapter 180 Asking for Freedom

The calmer it is, the more thrilling it becomes.

The noisy chirping of cicadas hidden in the shadows of trees further accentuates the palpitating silence at this moment.

Jiang Xuening seemed to be unable to hear anything, even the cicadas chirping outside the nearby door and window seemed to be far away, except for her own rapid heartbeat, and the pulse transmitted through the palm that tightly grasped her wrist, so clear, so chilling!

The Wall Reading Hall is no match for the Zhuo Qin Hall.

Zhuo Qin Tang is usually served by servants, but no one dares to easily approach the wall reading hall. At this moment, there is no one else at the door except for him and the other two.

Jiang Xuening had also thought in the past, what exactly does Xie Wei think of herself?

Hate or dislike?

No matter what, I never thought about this moment today. That's something she wouldn't think about or dare not think about, and it's also a possibility that she excluded from the beginning!

Thank you for breaking all of this.

She was not a naive and indifferent little girl in her previous life.

If it weren't for Xie Wei being too special, she might not have realized it until today.

Jiang Xuening clenched her fingers tightly to barely control herself.

The palm tightly gripping her wrist showed no signs of relaxation.

Xie Wei seemed to have done nothing out of line, still with such extraordinary indifference. He lifted his eyes and looked at her, saying, "Is there anything bad about staying in the capital?"

She is trembling.

Xie Wei, however, seemed oblivious and said in a faint voice, "My family has easily dared not provoke you. There is Xiao Dingfei accompanying you for mischief outside, and even your sister, whom you usually dislike, has married off. One day, Yan Linchao will return to the capital, and I should be happy to see you there. The princess has gone to the Tatar for marriage, and the exchange of news is the fastest in the court. You can also learn about it in the capital at the first time. Even if you can't bear the days at home, I will propose to add a girls' school in the Imperial Academy another day, and it will be the same if you leave home to study. No one can criticize you. Why must you leave?"

There is no word of coercion or coercion.

Even when he said these words, his eyebrows and eyes were still a vast and foggy expanse, completely devoid of any selfishness, all thinking for her.

But it's like a meticulous web!

Every time Xie Ju'an uttered a word, Jiang Xuening felt the big net tighten towards her! Gradually squeezing the space where she stands, the air she breathes makes it difficult for her to struggle, almost suffocating!

She tried her best to maintain her composure and didn't dare to provoke him, saying, "Sir, you have a high regard for your students. Students used to behave recklessly, and if it weren't for your help, it might have caused a big disaster."

Xie Wei said, "Why not continue to indulge in reckless behavior?"

Jiang Xuening tried to pull her hand back, but the hand that was holding her remained motionless.

Xie Wei looked at her and calmly recounted, "You are the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Revenue, the attendant of the eldest princess, the wife and sister of the Prince of Linzi, the playmate of Yanlin, the support of Xiao Dingfei, my student - what are you afraid of?"

Every word he said struck her sensitive nerves, and as soon as the four words "my student" came out, the tense thread in Jiang Xuening's mind finally snapped with a "buzzing" sound!

Anyone can do it in this world——

Only Xie Wei, it's not her who dares to get involved!

At this moment, she was like a prey forced into a dead end, facing a fierce beast approaching step by step. She had to open every sharp thorn on her body, tighten every corner of her body, in order to muster that little courage. She opened her slightly red eyes and said to him, "Let go of me."

She didn't call "sir" anymore.

Xie Wei's eyes were finally filled with a hint of resentment, but his voice was even lighter than before: "Isn't Zhang Zhe still here? Why do you want to leave the capital?"

If she had mentioned this name in the past, Jiang Xuening's heart may have been filled with some inhumane sweetness. However, after saying it the day before yesterday, all that this name can bring her is irreparable regret and unattainable pain!

Xie Wei stepped on her painful foot.

She began to struggle hard, staring at him, gritting her teeth and muttering in a sharp voice, "What's the connection with him! I'm such a bad person, such a bad heart, isn't it clear to you, sir? No girl in the countryside can climb to the top of the world! The capital is not where I should be, every day here is like lying in an oil pot, not living peacefully, never being free! Why can't I leave?"

Every day is like lying in an oil pot, not able to live peacefully, never able to be at ease.

Xie Wei's eyelashes were pressing down, staring at her.

But he felt that her struggling posture was very ridiculous, even disappointing him. In her gentle tone, there was a cold and spicy tone: "Only cowards think so. Ning Er, you're not a child anymore, don't play around anymore."

Jiang Xuening reached out to break his hand.

He didn't move at all, only feeling her hysterical, avoiding him like a snake or scorpion, and seeing him like a raging beast, but he didn't know where he made her so afraid

At that moment, a hint of sadness surged up.

He lowered his voice and whispered, "Ning Er, stay here."

Jiang Xuening's tears welled up in her eyes: "Let go of me!"

Xie Wei seemed as if he had never heard of it: "The princess has gone for a marriage. I have not fulfilled my promise to you, and I still owe you my life."

Jiang Xuening couldn't break free from him and choked up, "Don't give it back, I don't care!"

Xie Wei recalled a long time ago, when the little girl who clearly disliked him saw him sick and confused, and tears flowed down her every day. Stay by his side, afraid that he will die next to her and coexist with the same dead person; I want to go out to pick herbs, but I'm afraid of wild mandrills and nocturnal wolves.

That day was heavy snow during the solar term.

The colder it becomes in the deep mountains, and the higher it is, the more white snow drifts.

The little girl cried all night and was tired.

He woke up in a daze, but he didn't see anyone in the morning.

It wasn't until mid day that I saw a white shadow walking in from outside the cave. She was covered in cold air, with snow on her head and shoulders, and blue and purple lips. She picked herbs from somewhere and trembled as she went to strike flint. But the branches of the tree were soaked through that day, and she couldn't light them, but didn't cry. She only bit the herb and put it in a broken bowl that she picked up from somewhere in the grave.

His knife was stuck in a crevice in the stone.

It took her a long time to pull it out, trembling as she made a scratch on her wrist. The bright red blood trickled out and meandered into the corner of the broken pottery bowl, mixed with dark green herbs, turning into a thick ink purple.

Then he brought the bowl to his lips.

The young girl Bai Shengsheng's face was devoid of any blood color, and she comforted him with a crying voice: "Zhuangzi once had a very powerful doctor who used this prescription to save the dead. Just drink the medicine..."

How can a dead person be saved?

Most likely he is a master of deceit and deception.

He still finds it difficult to distinguish whether it is his own dream or not.

Only the extremely astringent herb mixed with the rust like bitterness of fresh blood, occasionally gushing out from the depths of memory.

Later on, he burned it and it seemed to have healed.

The little girl became confused.

He went out to explore the way and find some food, but she always tugged at his sleeve, feeling drowsy, and muttered in a dreamy voice, "I knew you were good, you had to go by yourself..."

As a last resort, she softened her heart and walked with her back, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

But she still thinks he's not a good person and will leave her behind.

He had to tear off a narrow strip of his already dirty robe, tie one end to her wrist and the other end to his own, and then tell her, "Now I'm tied to you, no one can leave first. I'm here."

Her dreamy words slowly stopped.

Xie Wei recalled that it was the craziest and most foolish time in his more than twenty years.

===Kunning Section 227===

There seems to be such a belief in the dark——

Believe that in those desperate situations, one can still find a glimmer of hope. There is no qin or book, no sword or sword, no heavenly teachings, no court, no background, no revenge, only the vast world, two people who want to survive.

Jiang Xuening said, don't let him return it, she doesn't mind.

There is hatred hidden in the cold, much like when I occasionally met her in the capital later on?

Xie Wei suddenly felt a cramp in his chest.

The pain came so quickly and so unfamiliar that before he could distinguish it, he felt a wave of dizziness and confusion. He only said, "It's okay if you don't want it, there's everything in the capital..."

Jiang Xuening was forced to the brink of collapse and shouted at him fiercely, "There is everything except freedom!"

Xie Wei said, "Why don't you understand?"

Jiang Xuening said, "Let go!"

Xie Wei said to her word by word, "There is no real freedom in the world. Even if you escape to the ends of the earth, as long as you have a bond in your heart, you will always be trapped in a cage! You will eventually have to come back..."

Most of the truth in the world is too cruel, wrapped in layers of sharp thorns that not only cannot penetrate people's ears, but also prick the listener's defense, tightly protecting themselves inside.

That fear not only did not diminish, but also surged even more.

Jiang Xuening didn't know whether she was more afraid of Xie Wei or more afraid of his words. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't open his grip, so she buried her head and took a deep bite.

The intense pain came from the back of his hand, almost penetrating into his bone marrow, but Xie Wei still refused to let go. Looking at her, there was even a faint pleading in his voice, almost paranoid as he said, "Jiang Xuening, don't go."

The pain can be extreme, with spasms in the fingers.

Jiang Xuening finally broke free from him, her chest heaving and her eyes wide open in anger. She retreated back, as if to refute him or to tell herself, "Nonsense! It's all nonsense!"

She didn't have time to clear up any emotions, let alone think deeper.

I just ran away like this.

Escape far away.

That night, she boarded the carriage already prepared in the mansion, took her luggage, and left the capital. The mountain and water road was long, and she traveled three thousand miles to Sichuan.

Xie Wei's hands were empty, and blood flowed down the back of his hand near the tiger's mouth, dripping profusely.

He stood inside the door and didn't chase out a step.

That low threshold is like a chasm, tearing him apart from the outside world, no one can cross it, others cannot enter, and he cannot leave.

When Lv Xian arrived at the wall reading hall, it was already dusk.

Jian Shu stood outside and dared not enter.

He followed the door and looked inside, only to see a dimness. The piano that Jiang Xuening had taken from the Youhuang Pavilion earlier lay on the ground, with a broken pillar and broken strings curling up like a green thread. And Xie Wei stood in front of the wall in the shadow, motionless for a long time, withered like rotten wood. A small green apricot was placed on the windowsill, and the deep red light of the setting sun penetrated through the back of the green leaves. The unripe fruit was embedded at the edge of the branch, and it was unknown who had broken it.

Jiang Xuening should have been here before.

Seeing this scene, Lv Xian dared not step inside.

Xie Wei turned his head slowly and saw them, as if nothing had happened. There was nothing unusual on his face, and he said, "You came just in time. Let's meet up for the meeting."

But Lv Xian saw his hand.

Xie Wei walked past the broken qin and headed towards the Zhuo Qin Hall, thinking that everyone had been waiting for a long time.

Lv Xian and Jian Shu are still standing in place.

Jianshu was lost and didn't understand: "Why not force it to stay?"

Lv Xian looked back at the broken piano.

After a long silence and a rare absence of laughter, he slowly said, "Xie Ju'an is not that kind of person."