Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 867 You Are Not Her...I Should Have Known Earlier

the other side.

Xiao Tingchen stepped into the dungeon leisurely.

Xue Guang's whole body seemed to be fished out of blood, with no good flesh on his body, lying dying in the depths of the dungeon, even breathing was very difficult.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Xiao Tingchen stepping into the dungeon, he was trembling all over, there was hatred in his eyes, more fear.

He underestimated the boy.

I thought he cared about family affection anyway, after all he is also his real uncle, isn't he?

But Xiao Tingchen didn't care who he was at all!
Those punishments were clearly to torture him to death!

Xiao Tingchen stood condescendingly with his hands behind his back, admiring his panic and trembling.

The thin lips that were too bright red slightly curled up, and he smiled lowly, "Uncle, what's the matter? Where did all the high-spiritedness in the palace go? Tsk, shaking like this, those who don't know think that I am a nephew bullying What about uncle..."

The dungeon was dimly lit, and the two oil lamps illuminated him like a ghost.

When he laughed, there was a small dimple on his right cheek, which was obviously very beautiful, but Xue Guang felt a strong sense of malice, like a poisonous snake molesting its prey.

He struggled, his tone broken and hoarse, "Xiao, Xiao Tingchen... If you dare to kill me, the emperor, the emperor will not let you go... your mother will not... let you go..."

Xiao Tingchen couldn't help laughing out loud as if he had heard some joke.

Xue Guang stared at him fiercely, "You laughing... what?!"

"Laugh at uncle's stupidity." Xiao Tingchen casually grasped the handle of the knife at his waist, "I have repaid the grace of the emperor's teacher for teaching me and Xue Chengcheng's life-giving grace. As for the Xue family in Qinghe, I never owe you anything. "

The sound of the long knife being unsheathed was very clear in the silent dungeon.

Xiao Tingchen admired the sharp blade with a smile on his face, "When I was forging iron in Liangzhou, I personally forged two knives. One was called 'betrayal' and the other was called 'slaying'. This 'betrayal' is very suitable for Send uncle on his way."

Xue Guang's face changed drastically!

Before he could beg for mercy, Shen Hei's primitive long knife suddenly chopped off his head!
Blood splattered.

Xiao Tingchen raised his sleeves indifferently, and casually wiped the blood on his cheeks.

He put the knife back into its sheath, and stepped out of the prison door, "Clean his head and send it to Chang'an for my mother. I think she should be happy when the brothers and sisters are reunited."

The wall lamp is luxuriant.

His slender back fell in the dark corridor, with a desolate and decisive coldness, and a fierce and bloodthirsty hostility.

Gu Yu cupped his hands respectfully behind his back.

When Xiao Tingchen stepped out of the dungeon, the spring sunshine was a bit dazzling.

He raised his hand, the sun shone on his cold white skin, but he couldn't feel any warmth.

That girl is not here, even the sun is cold...

Jing Zhe happened to run over, he called him to stop, and said calmly: "Where is Xie Rongjing?"

Jing Zhe hurriedly said: "I heard that Master Xie took Miss to the old courtyard, and is quoting Tianxiang for dinner. Master, don't dislike Miss's stupid brain, how affectionate she is for you when she is well..."

Xiao Tingchen got angry, "Don't call her 'Miss', your lady is still in southern Xinjiang."

Jing Zhe sticks out her tongue.

Xiao Tingchen clearly captured the expressions on his face such as "the master has started to mess up and finally abandoned", "Miss is so pitiful, why did she have such a heartless and ungrateful man?" and other expressions.

Impatiently, he waved Jing Zhe away and walked towards Mingde Courtyard.

The profile of his face was so stern that it was almost cruel. He held the handle of "Slaughter" in one hand, and repeated the name "Yan Zhen" in his mind.

One day, he's going to chop up that bastard!

old courtyard.

Tianxiang cited the upstairs elegant seat facing the street, and the glazed lamps had already been lit.

The girl whose appearance was exactly the same as Su Jiu put down the bowl and chopsticks contentedly, and hiccupped.

As if feeling out of control, she hastily covered her small mouth again.

Lu'er's eyes were shining, and she looked towards the other side with apprehension.

Xie Rongjing looked calm, picked up the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth for her, and said softly: "The night view of the Qinhuai River is not bad, you used to like it the most, may I take you to have a look?"

The girl lowered her eyes.

The man's fingertips were fair and slender and beautiful.

Eyelashes fluttered, she nodded obediently.

The two walked along the banks of the Qinhuai River.

Countless painted boats painted with gold and vermilion, the music and music are prosperous, the bamboo curtains are rolled up high, and the beautiful women are leaning on the window of the boat, chatting and laughing happily, greeting the benefactors for a spring night.

There are also some bamboo curtains that hang down, and the low-pitched chants of pipa can be heard from the painting boats. Occasionally, skirts embroidered with flowers are exposed from under the bamboo curtains, and there is no temptation to talk about it.

Vendors hawked snacks along the river, making the children hungry.

The prosperous and peaceful scenery made the girl no longer panic as before.

She and Xie Rongjing walked on an arched bridge, the man smiled gently, "This is Wende Bridge, the other side of the bridge is the Jiangnan Gongyuan, and the other side of the bridge is the old courtyard full of rouge, so there is often a saying that 'a gentleman is better than the Wende Bridge'. "

The girl opened her ignorant eyes, not knowing if she understood, she just stared at Xie Rongjing quietly.

A few strong men passed by, she was a little scared, and shrank into the arms of the man again.

Xie Rongjing gently stroked her thin shoulders, Danfeng's eyes became a little more lonely, "You are not her...I should have known earlier."

It is understandable for her to rely on him in every possible way before seeing Xiao Tingchen, but after meeting Xiao Tingchen, the person she should be clinging to is Xiao Tingchen, not him.

The only person in the world who knows how much Su Jiu loves Xiao Tingchen is him, Xie Rongjing.

Even if she loses her memory and suffers countless tortures, this girl still loves Xiao Tingchen from the bottom of her heart.

So the girl in front of me is definitely not Su Jiu...

"But," the man's phoenix eyes gradually became moist, "Even though I know you are not her, I still want to deceive myself... I have never been loved by her, never..."

His tone was extremely lonely.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then took out a small handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Xie Rongjing held her thin wrist.

The lanterns are flourishing, and the girl's eyes are pure under the light and shadow, she really looks like Su Xiaojiu.

How great it would be if Su Xiaojiu could treat him so tenderly, if Su Xiaojiu could also rely on and trust him like this...

Why, don't you want to look back?
The strength in her hand was tightened quietly, and the girl let out a soft sigh in pain.

The man felt that his emotions were out of control, he let go, and rubbed her bruised wrist, "I'm sorry. It's been long enough, let's go home, and we have to think about how to bring the real Su Xiaojiu back."

The girl followed him to Bird Clothes Lane ignorantly.

When falling asleep late at night, Xie Rongjing originally arranged a wing room for her, but the girl ran into his bedroom with a soft pillow.

She lay down on the bed familiarly, and looked at Xie Rongjing with helpless eyes.

Xie Rongjing sat on the couch and remained silent.

Half a month and a starry night, he always slept with her in the carriage, but he formed a habit for her...

(End of this chapter)