Chapter 234 Release of obsession

In the current situation, Wan Xiuzi had every reason to believe that this woman would shake her hand and get excited, causing her to fall for herself. As he watched the group of Taoist children below froze like fools, the sharp pain in his neck made him feel the threat of life passing by. For a moment, he frowned and shouted fiercely, "Let go of him, what are you doing? Let go of him!"

Although shouting, people dare not move around.

The blood left behind has dyed the collar red.

The children below glanced at Xie Wei, but still reluctantly retreated towards the back.

Xie Wei's hand hanging on his side was still bleeding.

He completely ignored her and looked up at her standing high, shedding the softness of an old girl and replacing it with an exposed sharpness. He vaguely remembered the posture she used when she was forced to smash her own piano, so his lips slowly curved and he burst into laughter.

My whole body is covered in blood, but my eyebrows and eyes are soft.

There were already many people attacking from outside, and they surrounded in all directions, with almost no chance for the Tianjiao branch to escape. Soon, they formed a crushing advantage and controlled the scene.

Jiang Xuening saw Yan Lin and Lv Xian walking in from the door.

Soon there was a commotion.

Jian Shu's anxious face flashed through the crowd, and several people almost immediately went up to check Xie Wei's situation. However, he was still looking at Jiang Xuening and calmly giving some orders to the people around him.

However, as the words fell, my body swayed slightly imperceptibly.

The whole person collapsed without any warning!

At that moment, it was as if the Jade Mountain had collapsed.

Various sharp voices entered Jiang Xuening's ears, but they only intermingled meaninglessly, forming a chaotic buzzing in her mind, instead filling the scene before her with a contradictory silence.

The world seems to collapse with it.

There was a moment of silence around, followed by chaos.

People rushed into the ditch like a tide, surrounding Xie Wei.

But she was like a stone on the shore, motionless, her gaze blocked by half, and she couldn't see him.

Jiang Xuening's tightly clenched blade still remained intact, let alone Wan Xiuzi. She remained motionless. Until someone panicked and helped Xie Wei away, someone quickly came up and took Wan Xiuzi out of her hand.

She looked up and saw a pair of worried eyes.

Yan Lin stood in front of her, his majestic figure illuminated by the flames. He only looked at her with a particularly silent gaze, his eyes turning a thousand times. After a long time, he slowly said, "Ning Ning, if you like someone like Mr., it will be very tiring."

Jiang Xuening only looked at the small pool of blood on the ground.

She seemed to have not heard of it.

People are like in a dream, just thinking: I also know. But how can I forget such a person, and how dare I forget

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"Ning Ning..."

Shen Zhiyi was originally here to accompany her in playing chess. As she watched her play, she stared at one of the chess pieces with a restless expression, and a hint of worry added to her eyes. She gently called out to her.

Jiang Xuening finally regained consciousness.

Shen Zhiyi arrived at Runing Mansion two days later.

She was supposed to come with Yan Lin and them, but there are troops stationed in Huangzhou. How could she be willing to be known as an imperial princess? She politely declined and only asked people to prepare her car for driving, which delayed her departure by several days.

Wait until the matter is settled before arriving.

Jiang Xuening and Xie Wei experienced a difficult situation, and Shen Zhiyi also heard of it.

But after all, she is no longer the naive princess of the past.

Xie Wei seems to be shining brightly, but when she opens her inside, she has a dirty and black heart. She is only worried that this person is like an abyss, dragging Jiang Xuening down.

If it were as usual, Jiang Xuening might have noticed Shen Zhiyi's hesitant gaze, but these past few days she didn't even pay special attention to her own affairs, so some obvious details were ignored and ignored.

At the moment, he smiled and asked, "Should I take it?"

Shen Zhiyi looked at her for a long time, and there were millions of words in her heart that she wanted to say to her, even the thing that made her hesitate for a long time. However, at this moment, she couldn't speak out and only suppressed the complexity in her eyes. She smiled and said, "It's your turn."

Jiang Xuening then made a few random moves.

In the end, Shen Zhiyi won.

Her muddled gameplay, even if Shen Zhiyi had the intention to let her down, couldn't yield any results. In the end, she knew that she didn't have much intention of playing chess now. After holding her for a while, she asked her to rest well and left on her own.

Jiang Xuening sat inside the house, but did not go to sleep.

The sudden attack two days ago naturally wiped out the Tianjiao branch, and all the bandits, including Wan Xiuzi and Lu Tai, were captured and imprisoned in the dungeon.

Xie Ju'an's injury is not light.

===Kunning Section 289===

Zhou Qihuang and several other doctors were busy and anxious for a while.

However, Jiang Xuening never went to see it.

She seemed to want to spend some time thoroughly organizing herself.

Perhaps, just afraid.

Until now, she lowered her eyes and asked the maid who was serving nearby, "How is Mr. Xie doing over there?"

The maid was originally served in the general's mansion.

She was too humble to inquire blindly and only said, "The doctors had been fussing around for a while the day before, but when they woke up, it seemed like they were fine. It's said it's just some external injuries, just take care of yourself."

Trauma.

It's just one hand, and indeed it can only be considered a "trauma".

After hearing this, Jiang Xuening couldn't say how many emotions were intertwined in her heart, so she decided not to distinguish and got up before walking out.

It is currently afternoon.

There is a pleasant warbler singing outside the window.

The green trees are shaded and the sun is shining brightly.

Xie Ju'an's residence is still a secluded courtyard.

On the high stone platform outside, fresh blood had just dried up, and she didn't even glance at it. She walked straight through the edge of the courtyard and saw a tightly closed door next to a tree of carefree flowers.

Daoqin is still in the capital and has not returned.

Now there is only one sword book serving Xie Wei and one little treasure rescued by the Heavenly Sect.

The two of them looked at her with different expressions.

Xiaobao is both guilty and guilty.

Jianshu's eyes were filled with a hint of melancholy, but when he saw Jiang Xuening, he harbored a few hopes.

There was a faint trembling sound of the piano in the room.

It's just not as smooth as before.

Even the tone is slightly off, with a stiff and stagnant tone.

Jiang Xuening suddenly felt a pain in her heart, almost unable to speak. She stood still for a while, but never heard the sound of the piano in the room again.

Jianshu whispered, "Sir, I don't want to see anyone."

Jiang Xuening stood outside the room and said, "Sir, I want to come in."

There was no answer inside for a long time.

She suppressed the surging in her heart and put a smile on her face, pretending that he had agreed and pushing open the tightly closed door.

The room was filled with a bitter medicinal smell.

Wearing a simple white shirt, Xie Wei sits cross legged on the bed of Arhat under the window, with a table on it and a piano on it. The wound on his body had already been treated, his left hand was drugged, wrapped in a snow-white silk cloth, and some faint scars could still be seen on the slender fingers exposed.

The sickly pallor on his face reminded people of the first time I saw him.

Just at that time

Jiang Xuening's eyes were sore. She walked quietly to him. Arhat sat on his feet beside the bed, but smiled and stared at him: "You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Xie Wei looked at her without answering.

She took his hand and looked at him. For a moment, tears almost rolled out of her eyes, but she couldn't help but tease him, saying, "Others say you have no last resort, but sometimes you are so foolish even if you are not shrewd. I didn't save you for any good reason back then. I just don't want you to die next to me. I'm afraid."

How could Xie Wei not see through her strong support?

But it doesn't expose it.

Just lowered his gaze and pulled her hand. The slender left wrist, with a thin scar still lingering, gently pressed against the warm fingertips, still able to touch some traces.

He calmly comforted her and said, "I'm also afraid."

It's hard to imagine such a sentence coming from Xie Wei's mouth.

He killed decisively, where would he be afraid of a dead person?

Jiang Xuening looked at him, feeling uneasy and slowly said, "I'm not worth it."

Xie Wei chuckled lightly and said, "It's just a momentary inability to adjust. Originally, it was just an obsession that couldn't be let go. It's better to let it go now."

He learned the piano the worst when he was young.

Strong primality is required. My mother also said that there is nothing in the world that is not good at, and what I fear is those who work hard. Willing to learn and practice, over time, one can always stand out from the crowd. Only when the sky is not thick can one interact with others; what people give to oneself is nothing more. So for more than twenty years, like a day, I have never been destroyed, but I can still be considered a high talent in the piano.

He was dissatisfied throughout his life, it was just a word of "losing".

Learning the piano is just one of them.

Jiang Xuening, however, was almost about to shed tears for his light and serene words, her emotions surging like clouds, turning several times and drifting in the sky.

But she dare not ask if he can still play.

After a long time, he whispered, "Xie Ju'an, I'll play for you from now on, okay?"

Xie Wei stroked her cheek with his finger and smiled at her with a hint of disgust, saying, "You play so badly that you don't even know a few pieces of piano music..."

Jiang Xuening stared at him.

Then he slowly straightened up, lifted his cheeks, gently leaned in, and a feather like kiss fell on his thin lips. However, a moist light appeared in his eyes, and he said, "Then teach me from now on."

A famous teacher produces a great disciple.

If he teaches well, she will definitely be able to learn.

If he can't learn, it must be all his fault.