"It was an accident just now, no offense intended, you should understand!" Xin Zhuo explained seriously.

The woman obviously didn't understand. She closed her eyes and refused to listen anymore.

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to use the logic of his previous life and thought to himself: "I think you are a smart person. Since you are unable to resist, why don't you try to communicate with the thief and try to protect yourself?"

The woman couldn't help but opened her eyes again: "I have thought about it, but I don't think the rough and murderous bandits can make any sense. Just like Mr. Xu Da's injury, you never said a word from the beginning to the end.

"

"I must be responsible for my brothers and sisters, why should I give him a chance to delay time? In fact, my character is quite good!"

Mr. Xiaolang."

The woman blinked, as if trying to understand the meaning of this nickname.

Xin Zhuo said again: "So, can we talk for a while? My name is Xin Zhuo, hard-working Xin, outstanding Zhuo, I am a bandit!"

"I know you are a bandit!" The woman finally decided to have a chat with him.

Xin Zhuo smiled: "Your surname is Su?"

"yes!"

"Where's the name?"

"Miaojin!"

"Su Miaojin?"

"yes!"

"The name is good. It sounds like the daughter of a wealthy family, the daughter of a prefect?"

"……yes!"

"Very good! You can eat now. Since what should happen will definitely happen, and what shouldn't happen will never happen, why starve yourself? I won't look at you!"

Xin Zhuo stopped asking questions, stood up, walked to a gift box that had been stolen from Su Miaojin, and rummaged through it.

Su Miaojin was slightly stunned. Is this all they were talking about? No plan to deal with it, or a threat?

However, the dagger placed on his neck was finally put down.

Then she thought about it seriously and felt that Xin Zhuo's words made some sense. She hesitated a little, walked to the table, picked up a candied fruit, opened her red lips and took a bite.

This was a palace tribute snack from Bazhou's "Zhishanzhai". It was extremely valuable. After purchasing it, she planned to take it back to Uncle Su, Aunt Su and her younger siblings to eat. She was reluctant to touch it, but she didn't want to give the bandits an advantage.

Moreover, she had traveled all day and had not eaten enough water or rice, so she was indeed very hungry.

After eating three candied fruits, she avoided the dried meat that Xin Zhuo had just touched and pulled two out from underneath.

Then, I heard the sound of tables and chairs being moved from behind.

She turned around warily and found that the little thief had moved to another table and was studying ink and writing something, using the pen, ink, paper and inkstone she bought for her brother.

The little thief looked very serious. Sometimes he was biting the end of his pen and thinking, and sometimes he was writing furiously. His long, silky hair was spread around his shoulders, like a Confucian student.

He is also a literate bandit!

And she looks very good-looking when she is serious, as handsome as a girl.

In fact, when she first saw Xin Zhuo, she felt that this young man was a little unusual, and it had nothing to do with his appearance.

She had seen too many young men from official families, sons of wealthy aristocrats and great Confucian scholars. They had good looks, excellent temperament, outstanding martial arts skills, and were full of poems and books. But this little thief seemed to be different.

What's the difference?

Look and temperament.

There is no gangster spirit, and he is very different from the Confucian disciples, and he is not like the son of a poor family. It seems that... everyone is equal, there is no distinction between etiquette, superiority and inferiority, and there is no respect.

He's still a bandit!

She stopped looking and thought the jerky tasted good, so she smoked two more sticks.

After eating, the little thief was still writing furiously.

She looked at the door and fantasized about the possibility of escaping, but finally gave up. There were other bandits in the village and they might not be able to escape.

Look at the little thief again.

A little bandit is naturally not qualified to seek fame, so what is he writing?

This made her move uncontrollably until she reached a suitable position where she was not too close and could still observe the tabletop.

With a quick glance, his face suddenly turned pale!

On the table is a rectangular piece of rice paper, a famous product of Bazhou "Yufangzhai", used to write poetry and couplets. At this time, there is a series of shocking words on it:

"We decided to punish Miss Su as follows: 1. Shaving her hair, 2. Cutting off the nose, 3. Broken teeth, 4. Gouging out both eyes, 5. Pierce both ears with iron nails, 6. Cut off both arms, 7. Behead.

Broken legs, eight, rape, nine, pregnancy, ten, skinning, eleven, disfigurement, twelve, soldering iron..."

Row after row, column after column, each one was more cruel than the last, even the torture of the old officers in the cell could not compare.

Su Miaojin took several steps back, her face turned pale. Just now, she actually had a glimmer of hope in her heart. After all, this little thief Xin Zhuo looked different.

But, who would have expected that he would turn out to be so cruel!

She just felt that all hope was gone.

Xin Zhuo noticed something, looked up at her, waved his arm to block the writing: "Write whatever you want, don't be nervous!"

"Don't come over here!"

Su Miaojin stepped back again and raised the dagger, "Xin... Your Majesty, I have never done anything evil in my life, and I cannot be guilty of this. Please give me dignity and allow me to commit suicide!"

As he said that, he closed his eyes, two lines of clear tears slowly fell down, and his cherry lips trembled slightly: "Mom and Dad, Miao Jin has not yet practiced Qingyu for seven days, and has reached a dead end. My daughter is unfilial, so farewell!"

Without hesitation, he scratched the neck.

"Holy shit!"

Xin Zhuo was faster. He rushed in front of her with two strong steps. He grabbed the dagger with his bare hands and said angrily: "Are you crazy?"

"Go away!"

Su Miaojin was extremely persistent, clutching the dagger and trying to break away from Xin Zhuo.

The pain in his hand was severe and the blood was not stopping. Xin Zhuo was also angry in his heart. He grabbed the dagger with force and threw it out of the broken window. He looked directly at Su Miaojin and said: "Your life is mine now. I won't allow it. How dare you die? What the hell are you saying?"

It’s crazy!”

Su Miaojin's chest rose and fell, and she glared at him angrily, looking fearless and stubborn.

"I have my own plan, don't worry, I will send you down the mountain safely afterwards, and I will never touch a hair of yours! Trust me."

Xin Zhuo bandaged his fingers, put away his broken knife, and cleared out anything that might kill him. Ignoring Su Miaojin's daze, he returned to the table and continued writing.

Of course he doesn't really care about Su Miaojin, it's just that these are related to his big plans.

Inside the house, it was quiet.

It was late at night outside, the moonlight was bright, and a few crickets were chirping noisily in the corner.

After a while, it was done, and then he turned to look at Su Miaojin and found that she was struggling in her heart without knowing what she had gone through. She fell asleep on the table, but her eyebrows were slightly frowned, tears were not dry at the corners of her eyes, and there were a few stains on her beautiful lips.

Meat scraps.

Shaking his head, he pulled out two clean quilts and spread them flatly on the ground.

Su Miaojin was "suddenly" awakened. Looking at Xin Zhuo's movements, there was not much expression on her face. She seemed a little numb and didn't know how to think about things.

"Go to sleep!" Xin Zhuo said.

"Don't sleep!" Su Miaojin responded stubbornly.

"If you don't want to sleep, just stay up. Don't think about escaping or going out. I gave the order outside the door. I will shave your eyebrows and eyelashes as soon as you get out. Think about how ugly that will be."

Xin Zhuo stretched out, lay on the bed, stuffed the notched Yan Ling knife into the quilt, and pressed it under his body.

After a while, there was a slight snoring sound.

Su Miaojin frowned slightly, looked at the door, then looked around, tried to move the table, but couldn't move it, then moved the bamboo chair with difficulty, walked to the bedside carefully, and lifted it with difficulty.

Long Eyelashes blinked, feeling that hitting him would not do anything to him and might alert other bandits, so he gently put down the chair, stretched out a pair of delicate jade-like hands, and slowly approached Xin Zhuo's neck.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided not to take action.

…

Xin Zhuo didn't sleep well. No one could sleep well if a thousand men blocked the door. When he opened his eyes, it was early morning outside.

I glanced around the room, no one was there!

She couldn't help being startled, and stood up from sitting cross-legged. Only then did she realize that Su Miaojin had moved the quilt next to the bed to the corner, and the floor had been swept. At this time, she was curled up in the bed like a kitten, with her long black hair spread out, and her delicate facial features,

It's actually pleasant to watch even when you're asleep.
Chapter completed!