Gong Fujiao Daughter-in-law

Fu Yaoyue was stunned.

Xie Zhiyun is a tight-lipped person, probably because she lost her mother since she was a child, so she seldom confides in others what is in her heart. As time goes by, she feels that there is no need to tell others about many things.

If she hadn't gotten closer to Fu Yaoyue, and the two had gotten better and better, she wouldn't have said these things to Fu Yaoyue.

Seeing that there was no one else around, Fu Yaoyue said, "Tell me what's going on."

Xie Zhiyun lowered her eyes, she took a sip of her tea, and said, "During the fourth year of Yuankang, there was a lot of turmoil nearby, you know that."

"The Xie family passed on poems and books to the family, and they have been willing to give to others for a hundred years. Although Xie's old house is spacious and deep, it looks a bit old from the outside."

"It doesn't look like such a wealthy family."

Poetry and book heirs have lasted for a hundred years, and they are the most famous Xie family in Langhuan.

"I remember the turmoil in the past few years, and your home has never been disturbed."

Xie Zhiyun nodded: "Yes, I guess those gangsters think that my house is full of books, the house is also dilapidated, and they want to anger the entire Langhuan family of literati. They think this deal is not worthwhile."

"It's also lucky."

But if they don't move the Xie family's ancestral house, Xie's other properties will be affected, especially the farm, which is looted every year. In the early years, their family's farm was barely enough for the family.

That is to say, Su Guogong's government is located in Yezhou, and Taixing, Langhuan and other places are assigned to Su Guogong's mansion, so their life will be easier.

Even food has only been harvested in recent years.

"At that time, there was always trouble in the fields at home, or the tenant farmers were sick or injured, or their grain was robbed. In the fourth year of Yuankang, two cows were robbed. The tenant farmers were only angry with those bandits and were injured several times. people."

"In this case, we have to go and see."

Fu Yaoyue refilled her a cup of tea, waiting for her to continue.

Xie Zhijun's voice is clear and clear, and there is a different kind of gentleness when he speaks.

"At that time, my father happened to have something to do. At that time, the war subsided, and I took care of the household affairs, so I went out by myself."

Xie Zhiyun's eyes were far away, as if he had returned to that scorching summer day.

She remembered that she didn't dress up, only wearing old clothes, and led Zhao Yu and Xie Xin out.

There were very few people on Langhuan Road that day, the streets and alleys were deserted, and many people did not dare to go out, and all the doors were closed.

Xie Zhiyun was actually a little nervous, so she asked the driver to speed up and try to go back early.

"The carriage left Langhuan soon, and the road to the farm was all official roads, and the journey took only two minutes. As soon as I got out, I saw people farming nearby, so I was relieved."

Xie Zhiyun looked at Fu Yaoyue.

She sighed, and said: "There is a forest on the way, the carriage will pass through the side of the forest, and when the carriage just arrived at the edge of the forest, the wheels suddenly broke."

"It was an accident, and the coachman was in a panic, so I told him to fix the carriage as soon as possible, so don't delay here."

"At this moment, in the distance of the dense forest, I saw a group of sergeants. I didn't need to look carefully, I knew it was the Qingshan Army."

The Vanguard Battalion of the Guards Army is all brave and skilled fighters. They uniformly wear blue military uniforms, and the common people occasionally call them Qingshan Army.

Their identities were obvious. Xie Zhiyun was actually relieved when he saw them.

"But out of nowhere, a group of gangsters suddenly came, and the two sides started fighting. On the battlefield, swords had no eyes, and blood was flying everywhere. Zhao Yu and I were terrified, and even the coachman trembled."

"But our carriage is broken down there, we can't go but stop, so we can only watch from the carriage."

Xie Zhijun was hiding in the carriage at that time, watching everything outside through the narrow window of the carriage.

"The gangsters are definitely not the opponents of the Qingshan army. Soon, they were all captured. At this moment, a gangster suddenly fled to us, the knife in his hand was still bloody."

Xie Zhiyun's voice trembled a little.

This was the first time Fu Yaoyue saw her lose her composure, so she hurriedly held her hand and comforted her: "It's okay, it's all over."

"The gangster's face was covered with blood, his eyes were cold, and he had boundless killing intent. At that time, all of us panicked. We had never seen such a scene, and we didn't know how to deal with it."

Fu Yaoyue squeezed her hand and asked, "Did Wei Ji save you?"

Xie Zhiyun nodded, and said: "Yes, he was the one who rode ahead and rode over. The long knife in his hand didn't seem to use much strength. He just swiped lightly and separated the gangster's head without blinking his eyes. , beheaded with one blow."

Wei Ji's killing techniques were all practiced on the battlefield, killing him with one blow, he never loves to fight, and doesn't give the enemy any chance to fight back.

So when he killed people, he was straightforward and decisive, with a coldness that was different from ordinary people.

Xie Zhiyun lowered her head, holding Fu Yaoyue's hand, she felt that she was also very strange.

"At that time, the man's head flew high, and it slapped to the ground like a broken takraw ball. Gululu rolled a long way."

Xie Zhijun closed his eyes and shivered.

"Blood splattered all over the ground, and Wei Ji's face was also splashed, but he didn't wipe it off, just rode his horse to the carriage, and told us to leave quickly."

"The murder scene was too horrifying. I only opened the curtain a crack. He didn't know that it was me in the carriage at that time, or he didn't care who was in the carriage at all."

"Fortunately, the carriage was quickly repaired, and we left the woods."

"Actually, it's strange. I admire Duke Guo and Wei Ji very much. I know in my heart that they are good people. They are the heroes of Yezhou City. They are the hope of the people. But I have seen Wei Ji kill people with my own eyes. He was infected that day. I will never forget the bloody and cold eyes."

Fu Yaoyue also felt strange.

Xie Zhiyun has never been arrogant and indulgent, besides Wei Ji is such a handsome and young Yingwu Erlang, the two of them have a literary and a martial arts, it can be said to be a match made in heaven.

Fu Yaoyue pondered for a moment, and suddenly she felt blessed. She asked, "Nian Nian, I don't think you are afraid of Wei Ji, but you are afraid of people who kill people in front of you."

Xie Zhiyun also had an epiphany.

"You're right," she said thoughtfully, "Wei Ji and I get along day and night, and we are companions day and night. If I'm really afraid of him, I won't be able to survive that day."

"But I can't forget everything about that day. Occasionally, if I want to relax my guard against him, I always think about his eyes that day."

Xie Zhijun sighed: "I hate myself like this too."

Fu Yaoyue said, "No, Niannian, it's not your fault. I've heard people say that some people are just afraid of certain things."

She thought for a while, and said carefully, "Recall carefully, have you ever seen a murder scene when you were young, and still remember it?"

Xie Zhiyun shook his head blankly.

"Never, the first time I saw a murderer was Wei Ji's time."

Fu Yaoyue looked at her: "What if you forget?"

The past of the hero and heroine intersect, but everyone's memory and perspective are different, let me tell you in advance~