Chapter 237: Cold night hot porridge

Chapter 237: Cold night hot porridge

Daoqin's trip to the capital was not as smooth as expected.

Zhou Yinzhi was no earlier than before when he had not made a fortune. Now that the mansion is newly built and he is in an important position in Jinyiwei, he pays special attention to his own safety. Most of the guards in the mansion are good hands and patrol day and night. It really takes a lot of thought to rob a big living person in the backyard without anyone noticing. In the end, Xiao Dingfei, who had found his way around in the market, had an idea, and found a training from the Tianjiao Academy in the past to assassinate the female assassin of the imperial court. He pretended to be an embroiderer, and carried a big box full of clothes into it, and then another. When the big box filled with living people came out, it was like stealing the sky and changing the sky, playing tricks under Zhou Yinzhi's nose.

Getting out of the city gate was another toss.

Only in this way can people be brought to Zhending Mansion.

Jiang Xuening naturally knew Yaoniang's fear, but who would give back her vivid voice?

Even sympathy is suppressed by hatred.

She didn't say much, she just withdrew her hand and ordered: "Take him down and watch carefully. After all, he is still a healthy person, so he should be more careful."

Daoqin took the man down first.

Yao Niang seems to have thousands of things to say, but she is so clumsy and unable to speak.

Besides, Jiang Xuening didn't want to hear it either.

After the person left, she sat alone in the room for a while, seeing the sky filled with stars and the crescent moon gradually full outside the window, she felt a sense of sadness spreading in her heart, without any sense of sleepiness.

So he got up and walked out.

The soldiers patrolling at night all lightened their steps, and when they saw her, they stopped and called "Miss Ning Er". She only nodded her head, without stopping, and went straight to the most secluded courtyard where Xie Wei lived.

However, in the courtyard late at night, it was actually quiet.

Although the house was lit, there was no one there.

Only Xiaobao was sitting in the corridor outside the house, smiling whenever he saw her, without her asking, he just said, "Mr. went to the back kitchen."

Jiang Xuening just felt puzzled, and thought to herself, what is Xie Juan doing in the back kitchen in the middle of the night?

She didn't ask any more questions, just turned around and left.

When I got outside the back kitchen, I saw that there was a lamp on inside, and the sound of a knife that was neither light nor heavy just touching the chopping board was heard in a small but dense manner. It could be heard that the person who wielded the knife had skilled knife skills and was probably cutting. vegetable.

Jiang Xuening walked in, took a look and said, "Are you hungry?"

There are clean dishes on the kitchen counter.

Hot porridge was simmering on the stove.

Xie Weichang stood by the stove, rolled up his sleeves, lowered his eyes to dice the yams on the cutting board, pushed them to the side, then looked up at her, and said calmly: "I'm not hungry, but I'm thinking about how you will eat tonight." Maybe eat something."

The back kitchen is no match for the study room, it is very dim with only two oil lamps on. However, such unclear light just outlines his slender figure, drawing a faint shadow on the side of his neck, as if covered with a layer of real secular fireworks.

Jiang Xuening actually felt a soreness in her heart.

This person always knows everything.

She once thought that if she was really with Xie Ju'an, he would be so powerful, not really easy to get along with, paranoid and crazy inside, it would be as Yan Lin said, very tired and even uncomfortable.

But after half a year...

I spend half of my time learning the piano, and most of the time on the road. From eating to using, from people to things, I haven't had a single unpleasant experience. Xie Ju'an will always arrange everything well, and don't let her interfere in any of the things that she shouldn't worry about; he doesn't ask too much about the things that should be taken care of by her.

Let's learn the piano, sometimes annoy her for being lazy, and beat her with a ruler.

It's just that she pretended to cry twice, and he squeezed her hand and pursed his lips, so he couldn't beat her heartily. In the end, most of them can only let her go, and even make her a pot of tea and serve her some snacks, let her rest and eat for a while before continuing.

But there are also times when he is ruthless.

At such a time, it would be difficult for Xie Juan to forgive her lightly. Twice, he got angry, stripped half of her clothes in broad daylight, and pushed her against the wall with her face pressed against the window pane, making her frightened and weak all over, and then asked her loudly: Do you dare?

She said she didn't dare, so he let him go;

If you don't admit your mistakes when you are stubborn, you are asking for trouble. After the piano practice, your hands may not be sore, but your legs will be soft.

It's just that afterwards, it's often Xie Ju'an's turn to coax her, hugging her into his arms and kissing away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but he just smiled and said: "I'll let you be tough next time."

Jiang Xuening really felt that he had integrated the saint and the devil into one.

But no matter when he looked at her eyes, he was always peaceful and quiet. Sometimes when she was talking to others, when she raised her head occasionally, she would often meet his gaze. When she found out at first, this person still felt a little uncomfortable; but after a while, he became aboveboard and open-minded.

She also asked: Is it not enough?

Xie Ju'an didn't answer her at first.

When they conquered Jinan Mansion, he was offered two extra cups of Shaochun at the celebration banquet. That night, he got a handful of chicken head rice from somewhere, and sat on the footrest beside her bed, one by one. Peel one for her to eat.

She thought he was drunk.

Xie Wei said: I am very sober.

At that moment, there was no light in the room, his eyes seemed to be soaked in water, and then he leaned over and kissed her, as if he was careful not to shatter a dream, and then asked her: You won't leave, will you?

Jiang Xuening was silent.

She really didn't know what was rushing in her heart at that moment.

After a long time, he replied: no.

Jiang Xuening didn't ask him how he knew that he liked to eat these things occasionally, but after that, he rarely saw Yan Lin, and there were always other people present when he met them occasionally, and after a few pleasantries, each of them had something to do.

But today, she didn't say or do anything, but Xie Wei seemed to know what she was thinking.

She did want to talk to someone.

It's just that after knowing that he knew everything, he kept everything in silence, and it seemed that there was no need to say any more.

Jiang Xuening sat down quietly on the small wooden bench next to the stove, watched Xie Wei put the chopped diced into the ready-to-cook porridge, took a spoon to stir it slowly, and finally said: "I haven't really killed people."

Xie Wei stirred it well, and put the lid on the casserole again.

He also sat down by the stove, next to her, his eyes fell on the red-hot coals, and he was extremely calm: "There is always a first time."

Jiang Xuening slowly hugged her knees, leaned down, blinked, seemed to be thinking more, and did not speak.

Xie Wei was beside her.

After waiting for a while, when the outside was completely quiet, I poured some porridge into a bowl and served it to her. The two of them didn't bother to move an extra table, they just sat by the stove and ate a half-hot bowl in this slightly cold frosty night. go out.

Xie Wei sent her back to the house, knowing that she was not in a very good mood, he tucked him into the bed, kissed her on the lips, and said: "I won't practice the piano tomorrow morning, you can sleep late."

Jiang Xuening's whole body was wrapped in the blanket, only one face was exposed.

She smiled: "You've been a very upright gentleman recently."

Xie Wei raised his eyes and stared at her: "If you want to die happily in the middle of the night, I will satisfy you now."

Jiang Xuening immediately shrank her head, then giggled again, but she really didn't dare to provoke him anymore, so she obediently closed her eyes.

Xie Wei looked at it for a long time before saying, "I'm leaving."

Jiang Xuening opened her eyes to look at him again.

Xie Wei put his hand on her forehead, kissed her drooping eyelashes lightly, and then let go, walked out of her room, turned back and closed the door when leaving.

The stars and the moon are thinning.

A cool breeze blows.

He wanted to go back, but when he came to the corner of the corridor, he stopped again, looked at Jiang Xuening's closed door for a while, and finally returned to his room.

Daoqin just came back.

Jianshu is arranging the table case.

Xie Wei came in with his eyes closed, but the bottom of his indifferent eyes was stained with the darkness of the night, he sat down on the edge of the piano table and didn't speak for a long time.

Both Daoqin and Jianshu have been by his side for a long time, so they guessed a little.

Jianshu hesitated to speak.

Daoqin, on the other hand, spoke quickly and said, "It's a disaster to keep it. If it's something to do, just kill it and cut the weeds."

There is no doubt that Zhou Yinzhi must die, neither Jiang Xuening nor Xie Wei will spare his life.

But such a mother is a disaster.

She was born with a child in her womb, how could she know what she would grow up in the future?

Xie Wei looked down at the scar on the palm of his left hand, recalling Jiang Xuening's Wen Wenran gaze at him just now, and also recalling the heavy snowfall in the palace many years ago, he slowly clenched his palm tightly, and said after a while: "No need gone."

All the knives, pianos and books looked at him.

He said: "If Zhou Yinzhi dies, it is his own fault. Ning Er and I have a clear conscience, so there is no need to kill them all."

Let go of the Heavenly Religion, follow the world, he has plans for everything, and has never been soft-hearted.

Sometimes in order to be safe, and being in the cracks between the imperial court and the Tianjiao, he did countless blood-stained things, and he was definitely not a good person.

To Yao Niang, he was indeed murderous.

Just because he himself has come all the way, he knows how powerful hatred is. It's just that in the tomb of the three hundred righteous children, the grievances are still there, and the snow that happened more than 20 years ago is still piled up in his heart, which has not been completely resolved...

Xie Wei asked again: "How is the situation in Beijing?"

Daoqin said: "There has been chaos. Jinyiwei has secretly captured and killed many courtiers, and people are panicking everywhere. When his subordinates left the city, they heard the wind saying that the round machine had also been cleaned up. They probably saw that the situation was not good, so they sneaked out of the city. .”

Xie Wei snorted coldly.

Jianshu asked: "In the early years, this person often opposed the master, this time..."

Xie Wei said: "Meng Yang has dealt with him, maybe his body has been buried in a mass grave now. He was just used to check and balance Wan Xiuzi, if the teacher hits the capital today, he is no longer useful, he died earlier That's fine."

Jianshu nodded.

It's just that Daoqin frowned, as if she still had nothing to say.

Xie Wei glanced up and asked, "What else?"

Daoqin didn't dare to say: "There is news from the palace, it seems that they want to send people to lobby, and join hands to suppress Tianjiao first..."

This is simply impossible.

But this is not enough to make Daoqin hesitate.

Xie Wei thought of something, suddenly the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is Shen Lang going to send here?"

Daoqin buried her head, and her voice was much lower: "Master Zhang from the Ministry of Punishment."