Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen "Ah, Xian."
In the quiet mountain courtyard, the man with blood-stained robes turned around and looked at Zhang Jingxian with a captivating gaze.
But slowly, a smile appeared on his lips.
"Ah Xian really came back late. Isn't danger knocking on our door?"
At this moment, he still hadn't loosened his grip on the man's neck. Zhang Jingxian could clearly see that his finger bones were even tightening a little bit.
He would kill someone easily in front of her!
"...My dear, what exactly happened?" Zhang Jingxian's stagnant heart began to beat wildly. This scene had never happened in her previous life, and she had no idea what had happened.
However, murder is a serious crime and will bring disaster to the entire Xishan Village.
She approached Xie Yun anxiously, but was afraid of angering him and having the opposite effect, so she took small steps.
Xie Yunhao looked at her panicked and pitiful appearance leisurely, and a sense of excitement gradually arose in his body, from slow to fast, like a vine spreading in the darkness.
Before you know it, it has taken over every place.
"My dear," Zhang Jingxian was really afraid that he might kill someone, so she tried to coax him in a gentle tone, "Can you please loosen your grip a little?"
The cold sweat representing nervousness soaked the hair on her cheeks. Looking at her gray straw sandals and the grass and leaves stuck on her coarse linen dress, the woman looked so embarrassed in Xie Yun's eyes.
She didn't come home late on purpose, but she was forced to do so to make a living. In order to support herself, she couldn't live a leisurely life.
Xie Yun calmly withdrew his gaze and finally released his fingers that were strangling the man's neck.
The man escaped death, his body shaking like a sieve and his face as pale as a ghost.
Zhang Jingxian took two more steps forward and took a closer look at the man's face. He looked eighty percent unfamiliar, not from Xishan Village, but twoy percent familiar, meaning she must have seen him a few times before...
"Are you from Dongshan Village? I don't know you. Why are you in my house?"
The man was so frightened that his usual cheerful expression turned into a dull fear. Only when he heard Zhang Jingxian asking him did he regain some consciousness.
"Niece! Niece Xian, it's me. I'm your sixth uncle, Yang Gou'er."
His voice was hoarse and his eyes were full of desire to survive, but the sight of him crying was really disgusting.
Zhang Jingxian quickly found the few memories of this person in her mind. He was Yang Gou'er from Dongshan Village, known as Lai Zi by everyone in the neighborhood. He was idle and liked to do petty thefts.
I heard that someone went to the village elders of Dongshan Village to complain several times. The person was quiet for two days, but then he became annoying.
"You came to my house to steal things." She pieced together the truth of the matter and pursed her lips.
Yang Gou'er's eyes darted back and forth, not daring to look at the man sitting quietly beside him. He just kept begging for mercy, "I just saw that the peaches in the yard are beautiful, big and red. Niece, niece, for the sake of our being of the same clan, please let my uncle go."
He didn't tell the truth.
In fact, he jumped over the fence stealthily, not for a few peaches, but for the gold, silver and jewelry that might be in the house.
Yang Gou'er had been keeping an eye on Doctor Meng for a few days. When he accidentally discovered that the elders of Xishan Village had used a ox cart to invite a doctor from the city, he became itchy in his heart.
He had specially used an oxcart to summon a doctor. Could it be that someone in a wealthy family in Xishan Village was about to die? He quietly inquired, and the wary looks from the villagers in Xishan Village, huh!, piqued his interest even more.
Later, Doctor Meng was stopped by someone, and Yang Gou'er secretly followed him when no one was paying attention and took note of his location.
After further inquiries, he learned that there was actually a noble person living in the home of the famous girl in Xishan Village. He contacted the doctor in the city and asked him to personally deliver medicine several times. He was immediately delighted.
No wonder the eldest uncle in the clan has been muttering these days that the village elders in Xishan Village are looking for a cow to buy. It turns out that the village has taken in a noble man and has become rich.
Yang Gou'er was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. If he could steal just one thing from that noble man, it would be enough for him to eat meat and drink wine for a long time.
So he made up his mind and sneaked to the small courtyard surrounded by a fence.
In fact, he had intended to lie in ambush in the bushes and make his move in the dead of night. However, fate played a trick on him, and he discovered that Zhang Shuanghu's niece was not at home, and only a man with injured legs was left in the yard.
A noble person? More like a useless person!
Yang Gou'er was overjoyed. He stared at the gorgeous robe with greed, even cruelty. He could kill the useless man silently and take away all his property. No one would know it was him. If anyone was to blame, they would only blame Zhang Shuanghu's niece...
Then he jumped into the yard, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and swung it at the unsuspecting man.
Smash his head and kill him!
However, something happened that horrified Yang Gou'er. The man, whom he regarded as a useless person, not only caught the stick easily, but also grabbed his shoulder with one hand and threw him against the wall.
The force is terrifying.
Yang Gou'er grimaced in pain and was about to get up and run away when the next moment an arrow pierced his shoulder and nailed into the wall.
But he couldn't even make a sound to howl, because the man grabbed his throat expressionlessly, and looked at him with a cold gaze as if he was an ant that could be crushed to death at will.
He will die! He will definitely die!
Yang Gou'er fell into great fear, and at this time, Zhang Shuanghu's niece came back. She pushed open the gate and called out to the man who looked like a ghost.
"My dear!"
The force that was strangling his throat loosened slightly, and Yang Gouer barely escaped.
So, desperately trying to grasp the last straw, he began to beg Zhang Jingxian and try to get in touch with her. He even made up a lie that he had picked mulberries for young Zhang Jingxian.
However, Zhang Jingxian, who has been able to live alone for four years, is not a fool who believes everything others say.
She bent down and picked up the wooden stick on the ground. It was thick and heavy. It was not something from her own yard, so it could only have been brought here by Yang Gouer.
No one would steal with a stick unless they were going to hurt someone with it.
"My dear, were you... hit by the stick?" She couldn't explain the feeling in her heart. Her eyelashes trembled a few times and she walked in front of him.
The karma of her previous life made Zhang Jingxian always secretly guard against and resist him, but she did not want him to die, especially to die in humiliation at the hands of a scoundrel.
That's ridiculous.
The smile on Xie Yun's lips had disappeared without a trace. Perhaps because she had seen him almost kill someone, he was too lazy to pretend in front of this peasant girl.
"A stinking rat, you'd dream of hurting me." His eyes flickered with condescending contempt and emotionless coldness.
If Zhang Jingxian had returned a step later, the mouse's neck would have been broken and thrown into the forest to feed the animals and insects.
"I'm glad you're not hurt." Zhang Jingxian's expression froze and she slowly lowered her head. His tone reminded her of the despair and discouragement before her death in her previous life.
A chill spread throughout her body. She stopped talking and calmly put down the wooden frame on her shoulder.
Two rabbits, a turtledove, herbs for making medicinal powder, some wild fruits and vegetables, and... a dozen plants of the holy medicine for wounds.
Xie Yun lowered his eyes to watch her fiddling with those messy things, and said softly, "It seems that Ah Xian also agrees with me killing a stinky rat."
After saying this, he pushed the chariot and pulled out the arrow that was stuck in the wooden wall with one hand.
Blood splattered, Yang Gou'er howled, the sharp arrow was pointing at his throat, and he went limp all over.
"Niece, please, let the noble man let my uncle go. If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be your slave."
The arrow pierced his skin, leaving a trail of blood.
Zhang Jingxian was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and grabbed the man's sleeve. "My dear, he is the nephew of the village elder of Dongshan Village. Killing him will cause trouble."
Every village is basically made up of people of the same clan. It doesn't matter if Yang Gou'er is injured and beaten, but if he really dies, everyone in Dongshan Village will stand up for him.
"Let him go? Ah Xian is too kind and will be bullied." Xie Yun stared at her slender but not delicate or clean fingers, his dark eyes motionless.
The hands that could draw the bow and shoot the arrow overturned his perception of ordinary women. He remembered that when she exerted force, a little bit of blue would appear on them.
Zhang Jingxian tightened her grip and shook her head. "It's not what my husband thinks, that we can just let him go. Of course we have to teach him a lesson. As long as he survives, it doesn't matter how badly he's injured."
"He likes to steal. People from several villages all hate him. As long as he doesn't die, the elders of Dongshan Village will turn a blind eye."
She and Xie Yun explained Yang Gou'er's character and the social customs of the village. Death was a serious matter, and the village elders would definitely report it to the head of the village, and a dispute was inevitable.
As her uncle and several young men from Xishan Village were not at home, Zhang Jingxian was not sure whether she could resolve the trouble smoothly.
"In that case, let's cripple both of his hands." Xie Yun's cold voice fell, and Yang Gou'er's two wrists were broken one after another. He almost fainted from the pain.
"Get lost! If you say something you shouldn't say when you go back, this arrow will pierce your throat next time."
Zhang Jingxian took the opportunity to threaten Yang Gou'er not to talk nonsense.
“Yes, yes…”
Yang Gou'er staggered out of the fenced yard. The severe pain all over his body frightened him so much that he had no intention of revenge at all.
Go back and complain to the village elders? No, he was instinctively afraid!
The sky darkened and Yang Gou'er's figure ran away. Zhang Jingxian breathed a sigh of relief. With her hands disabled, this annoying scoundrel would no longer be able to cause any trouble.
"How long will Ah Xian's hand keep grabbing my sleeve?" A strange laugh suddenly came to her ears. She came back to her senses and took a big step back.
“It’s dirty.”
Looking at her actions, Xie Yun spoke coldly.
At this time, in addition to the bloodstains on his sleeve, there was also a clear finger print, light green in color, which was the juice that was inevitably stained when picking herbs.
Zhang Jingxian was a little embarrassed, and moved her lips and said that she would help him wash it clean.
"No, it's not just the clothes you wash that are clean, but also yourself. You make a weird appearance."
He spoke calmly, pushing the sedan chair to distance himself from her.
Zhang Jingxian stood there alone for a while, then picked up the wooden frame and went to the kitchen.
It doesn’t matter, she is not angry, and after a while, she won’t see him again.
Xie Yun was the only one left in the yard. In the dim light, he raised his sleeve and took a deep, heavy breath.
Fresh and full of temptation.
"Ah, Xian." He bit the two words with his thin lips, and even wanted to bite the slender knuckles that were reflected in his eyes just now.
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