Chapter 102 Chapter 102 Bewitched her.
The word "death" was spoken without any hesitation, and Xie Yun's eyes trembled slightly, as if the deepest fear in his heart was struck.
Originally, in his eyes, a person's death was like a grain of dust returning to the earth, and he didn't even spare a glance.
But no one is this peasant girl, no one is her.
"Ah Xian, take back what you said. I can pretend that I didn't hear anything. Or you are afraid in your heart, don't be afraid, I can ask a sorcerer to communicate with ghosts and gods and give you eternal life." Xie Yun lowered his voice and spoke to her slowly with some coaxing.
The serious look stunned Gongcheng Yue. What was wrong with this sentence? Besides, wasn't Envoy Xie the one who least believed in ghosts and gods?
Where did this absurd idea of immortality come from? History has recorded this for thousands of years, but has anyone ever seen anyone achieve immortality?
Gong Chengyue was incredulous and frowned, almost thinking that Envoy Xie had taken the wrong medicine today and had lost his mind.
Zhang Jingxian was not surprised. Ever since she left Jiankang and met Xie Yun again, she could not see through him. The words he said were not like him, and the actions he did were not like him. She had been worried about this for some time.
"How can I take back what I have said? Once spilled, it is impossible to undo it." She said stubbornly, with an expression of indifference.
Zhang Jingxian was too confused about the future, and she was unconsciously filled with dejection from the inside out. If Prime Minister Xie couldn't do anything to Xie Yun, what else could she do?
Now she couldn't bring herself to do anything to him. When she said she felt resentment, it was mixed with something else. When she said she wanted to let go, she found it increasingly difficult to tolerate his gaze and his contact.
Originally, as long as the two of them separated, she and he would not owe each other anything, and both body and mind would be at peace. She could even convince herself that the Xie Yun of her previous life and the Xie Yun of the present life might not be the same person, and that they could just stay away from each other calmly.
But he insisted on using some tricks to trap her. Zhang Jingxian sadly discovered that if this continued, sooner or later she would lose control.
Killing him was actually an easy task. When he held her tightly at night, his throat and heart were within reach.
At this moment, she felt extremely tired and suffocated, and even Gong Chengyue beside her could feel it.
He narrowed his eyes, his inner vigilance reaching its peak.
The previous statement about cutting off the river wasn't directed at just one person. If this peasant girl became one of the undercurrents...
Xie Yun stood up straight, his face expressionless. But as he walked towards her, a smile played on his thin lips. "Gong Chengyue doesn't have the ability to predict life...and death. Ah Xian, don't be fooled by him. There are many old farmers in Changling City who can see the changes of seasons, rain and snow."
His tone was stiff and cold, at least that's how Gong Chengyue heard it.
Gong Chengyue snorted softly while shaking his feather fan, and said bluntly, "Yes, if I had this ability, I would have gone to Jiankang to become the imperial teacher long ago."
Living in the magnificent Zhaixingtai is not as pleasant as being bullied by Xie Yun!
Hearing this, Zhang Jingxian was very disappointed. The light in her eyes went out in an instant. She lowered her head and had no interest in reading the ancient book in her hand.
"You guys discuss the matter. I'll go somewhere else." The heavy stone in her heart pressed down again, and she walked out the door with the book.
A large hand grabbed her wrist and stopped her with considerable force.
The book fell to the ground.
Zhang Jingxian lowered her head and took a look. Xie Yun's hands were much bigger than hers. He could wrap her entire hand in his palm without much effort and hold them close together.
But she felt even worse, with a tightness in her chest.
She really wanted to blurt out whether he would wait until she died in this life before he would stop, but he knew nothing, and what he said would just be a crazy remark that no one would understand.
Looking away, Zhang Jingxian frowned slightly.
"Where do you want to go? Why don't you stay and talk about your rules?" Xie Yun pulled her to sit on the low couch, as if he didn't notice her sudden change of mood.
His fingers kneaded her pads, not missing a single inch.
Zhang Jingxian sat in silence, shaking her head. It was only late autumn, and Gong Chengyue had already anticipated a cold winter. He and the officials in Changling would handle it properly. It seemed useless for her to say anything.
Gong Chengyue didn't speak until her patience was about to run out.
"Every winter, the common people have the hardest time. Although they have enough food, many people still freeze to death." Xie Yun spoke lightly about how many people could not stand the cold every year, with a tone that did not seem to care much.
It seems that it doesn't matter whether this charter is drafted or not.
Zhang Jingxian moved her lips and heard Gong Chengyue laugh again. "Why would we need to draft a law just to kill a few common people? Food and defense are our top priorities."
If the weather is too cold, it will be difficult to build fortifications, so this must be completed in early spring, otherwise the Di people will easily seize the opportunity to invade.
Hearing this, Xie Yun played with the calluses on Zhang Jingxian's fingertips and hummed, but didn't refute. Clearly, the rules he and Gong Chengyue were talking about were one thing, and the peasant girl's were another.
This simple word immediately brought Zhang Jingxian back to the times when they had quarreled in their previous life. She was not used to him looking at her like the apple of his eye and always wanting to restrict her freedom, and she could not agree with his decisions that treated the common people as dust.
These high-ranking clans were bent on defeating the Di people and protecting the Central Plains. They were not doing this for the common people of the world, nor for the so-called benevolence and righteousness.
They make achievements in order to gain prestige and power, and they maintain national orthodoxy in order to ensure the stability of their rule and the eternal status of their status.
Their arrogance is ingrained in their bones.
Zhang Jingxian suddenly woke up and her eyes quickly looked at the writing on the desk. Even if she became his wife, her commoner background would not change.
"Let me draft it." Her hand struggled in Xie Yun's palm for a while, and finally got free.
Gong Chengyue looked at her with a hint of suspicion, as if he didn't believe that a woman who had never been involved in political affairs could come up with a practical plan.
"Take your time, there's no rush." However, since Envoy Xie had spoken, he had to wait quietly.
Zhang Jingxian sat in front of the desk in an orderly manner, picked up the pen and wrote the first word on the paper. She paused for a moment, exerted force on her wrist, and wrote down what she had heard and heard in her previous life.
Not only Changling but also Jiankang experienced heavy snowfall.
That day, Prime Minister Xie and she had barbecue together in a thatched cottage covered in snow, and they talked for a long time.
Compared with Xie Yun and Gong Chengyue, Prime Minister Xie was more tolerant towards the common people. He told her a lot about the people's affairs and asked her many questions.
Zhang Jingxian still had some memories, so she filled several pages with writing based on her memory and her own thoughts and experiences.
I kept writing until my wrists were sore and my fingertips were aching, but I didn't stop.
After a long time, when she wrote the last word, she found that Gong Chengyue had left.
Xie Yun was still there, staring at her without blinking, a familiar hairband wrapped around her long fingers. When she looked over, she asked calmly, "Have you finished writing?"
Two hours passed quickly, and he stared at her for two hours.
Xie Yun suddenly realized that the gray stone he first saw was gradually transforming into a soft and beautiful jade.
I heard from my uncle that when she first arrived in Ying County, she impressed even the elders who were used to taking advantage of their age. Compared to the day she arrived at the Cai family, she was truly impressive.
Xie Yun's heart softened, and then a warm current rushed up his throat. He half closed his eyes and continued to stare at her.
Zhang Jingxian silently avoided his gaze, handed him the charter she had hastily written, and whispered, "This is just the first version. I can still revise and supplement it."
Xie Yun took the pages and read them quickly. Not surprisingly, her focus shifted from defensive fortifications to the common people.
He looked indifferent, and it was unclear whether he agreed or disagreed.
Zhang Jingxian looked up at him, and the extinguished light reappeared, gathering into a small, short flame.
"I don't know much about fortifications, my lord. You can ask others to draw up a plan. But if Changling remains intact, our soldiers will be even more courageous in facing the Di people in the future."
If she did it again, she still couldn't stand Gong Chengyue's strategy of using the remnants of the army and the old soldiers to lure the enemy deep into their territory. However, at this moment, it was not the right time to propose it.
"Ah Xian's words make some sense." Xie Yun finished reading the few pages she had scribbled on, then raised his chin with a sigh, his Adam's apple rolling. "The last few sentences vaguely reveal the style of my uncle. It's worth it that you spent so much time reading his collection."
He just wanted to divert her attention and make her happy, but he didn't expect that she could actually give him a feasible strategy.
For the arrogant and picky Envoy Xie, comparing her with Prime Minister Xie was the ultimate compliment.
Zhang Jingxian pursed her lips unnaturally, unable to tell whether she was happy or annoyed by his praise, but it was visibly clear that her features had brightened up.
Anyway, it's more touching than when she was crookedly sewing the hairband under the light.
Xie Yun watched her steadily as she took a deep breath. She didn't know that he was carving her into a piece of jade. Whether she admitted it or not, her body was engraved with his unique mark.
It was he who brought her out of that remote mountain village, taught her to read, and allowed her to see a wider world.
"Ah Xian," Xie Yun said contentedly, leaning over to whisper behind her ear, "Are you willing to become the true wife of the envoy?"
He beguiled her into exercising the power of the envoy's wife. After she experienced the extremely wonderful feeling, would she be willing to leave him and go back to a remote mountain village to be a mayfly?
This is the cage that Xie Yun weaved for a peasant girl, in the name of love and locked with profit.
Since ancient times, no matter how courageous a hero is, once he is deeply trapped in it, he will not be able to escape successfully.
Zhang Jingxian understood what he meant, and her face froze for a moment. She didn't understand what his purpose was, but she was indeed moved.
What she cares about is not power, but whether she can choose the life she wants after having power.
This includes no longer being persecuted by others, and also includes being separated from him.
This was a path she had never taken before.
Xie Yun seemed to have caught her heartbeat. His eyes flickered slightly, and his low voice reached her ears again, "Think about your uncle and aunt, think about Aunt Qin whom you sympathize with, think about the mountain cats, foxes and monkeys living in Yangshan. As long as you have power, you can easily protect them."
The world has never been stable. The cold winter is coming, and to some extent, chaos is coming. No one can stay out of it.
Unless there is a force protecting them secretly.
Zhang Jingxian's breathing was rapid and she nodded slightly.
Xie Yun's expression changed immediately, and the deep crimson and panic lessened slightly.
That night, Zhang Jingxian did not sew the headband. Her long hair was held up by a large hand, hanging down in strands in the warm curtains, and she no longer needed a headband.
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The next day, Shu Jian prepared to return to Jiankang with several people. Before leaving, he saw the woman racking her brains to write an article in the front hall, and he felt a little relieved.
Although he was not sure how long this superficial calm could last, Shu Jian looked at Envoy Xie who was reviewing official documents not far away, and strangely felt that this might not be a bad thing.
"I want to see the list of autumn taxes this year." Zhang Jingxian didn't notice that Shu Jian had entered the front hall and stretched out a hand towards Xie Yun. She was still very concerned about the land tax and fine grain.
"Go ask the grain official yourself." Xie Yun raised his eyelids and looked at her. Even though she was his wife, he would not indulge her. He was the governor of Changling, not a petty official who could be ordered around at will.
Of course, there is another reason. Weng Liangguan is a loyal old man in his sixties or seventies, and is not within Xie Yun's range of defense.
If it were Gong Chengyue, he would not be so relaxed and comfortable.
How could Zhang Jingxian see through such deep thoughts? She responded honestly and got up to find Weng Liangguan.
From Shu Jian's perspective, her eyes were clear and bright.
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