Jiang Si struggled a few times, trying to open his palm. Unexpectedly, he was extremely strong, and now he became even more ferocious, trying to strangle her to death. Jiang Si couldn't breathe, and because she was kneeling on the ground, her legs were too weak.

Unable to struggle, he gradually let go and almost died.

Fortunately, the guest just held down Xu Zhi'ai's hand, "Young master doesn't want to sell, and I won't force him, so why bother. Although he is a slave, he is still a woman."

Only then did Xu Zhi'er's hand loosen up, and Jiang Si suddenly regained her composure, gasping for air and coughing uncontrollably.

He stood up and took a closer look at the man. He saw that the man was in his forties or fifties, dressed like a businessman. He looked like a businessman, but his knuckles were rough and his mouth was calloused.

I know he is a martial artist.

"I don't know how to call it?" he asked calmly.

"My surname is Jiang, the mighty Jiang." The man smiled and cupped his hands, "I came from Ganzhou to Chang'an to sell some small items. Seeing that this slave girl is beautiful and quite resilient, I wanted to buy it."

Xu Zhi'er smiled and said, "Boss Jiang can actually like such a lowly slave. However, this is my personal slave."

Then, as if to prove her identity as a private slave, he said to her, "Come here."

Jiang Si then knelt forward, lowered her head and said, "Master."

Xu Zhi'ai's hand opened up and covered the top of her head. His voice was neither high nor low, but it was deeply burned into her mind like a hot iron, "I'll settle matters with you when I get back."

"Yes." She buried her head deeply.

The boss surnamed Jiang smiled and stopped talking. He bowed his hands and bowed, and then left together with several businessmen dressed up behind him.

*

Jiang Si was still in shock and her heart was frightened. Xu Zhihua said that he wanted to settle things with her.

She knew that she was really unbearable today, and he scolded her for being different from Nuchang Nvzhi. So in his eyes, she was really a person who had no self-respect or love.

She missed Xu Heyi very much. Her eldest son had always treated her kindly, never treated her like a maid, never insulted her with obscene words, and did not need her to kneel down frequently. To Xu Heyi, she was an upright person,

Therefore, everyone around him respects her.

Xu Heyi is a gentleman, how could she disrespect or not love such a person?

Fortunately, General Xu An brought people to protect him, so he should be safe.

As she had come, she sat on each side of the carriage with Xu Zhihe. During the whole journey, Xu Zhihe did not speak or open his eyes to look at her.

But she knew that a violent storm was waiting for her.

*

Xu Zhi'ai has a private house on the outskirts of Chang'an, which most people don't know about. He is currently staying in Chang'an, so he settled here.

The house is not big, with two entrances and two exits, and not many people serving it. The scenery is actually very good. There is a sky-facing Xinyi tree planted in the courtyard, which is in full bloom at this time. It seems that it has been growing for more than ten years. It is a good time.

In spring, the red flowers have sparse shadows, and the pavilions are like canopies. The sun is shining brightly, which is so beautiful that it covers half of the yard.

She lowered her head all the way, but when she passed by the Xinyi tree, she couldn't help but take a few more glances. Then Xu Zhihui entered the main house, and Bo Ying closed the door and stayed outside to wait for instructions.

The room was filled with the smell of Xinyi. Xu Zhi'ai took off his sword, threw away his robe, and leaned on the carved couch. He was probably tired, so he didn't pay attention to her. He closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking about.

What.

In less than a moment, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Hearing the gentle and even breathing, Jiang Si raised her head and looked at him. He was only wearing a simple dark red robe, and he had his eyes closed quietly, as if he was a little tired. Putting aside his ruthlessness and violence, his figure and appearance alone were...

It was first-class. At this time, he was just sleeping there alone, without any guards or maids to serve him. There was no plot or calculation, and his whole person became softer.

A gust of cool breeze blew in from the window, and he moved slightly, as if he was afraid of the cold. Looking at him from a distance like this, without seeing those evil, evil and violent eyes, he was not so scared, but felt a kind of loneliness.

Jiang Si couldn't help but look at the room. It was sparse and there was nothing on display except Du Heng's incense burner on the table. The floor was warm, so she stood there barefoot for a long time, not daring to move around. She was afraid of waking him up.

, if he makes things difficult for her again.

Xu Zhi'er didn't wake up, so Jiang Si stood there alone. She didn't know how long she stood there, until the sky got dark. Looking out the window, the tree of Xinyi flowers kept swaying in the dusk, shaking down many

Falling flowers.

It turned out the wind was blowing.

Because the room was very quiet, the huge Xinyi flowers swished and withered and hit the ground lightly, but they could be heard clearly.

The setting sun melts gold, the afterglow brews the moon, and the clouds are tired and the tiles are cool. In such a gentle and quiet late spring evening, Jiang Si's heart slowly calmed down. Even if she moved slightly, her legs and feet were already sore and numb. She calmed down for a while,

As soon as I relaxed, sleepiness came over me overwhelmingly.

By the time the moonlight poured down on her, she was extremely tired. She couldn't hold on any longer, so she curled up on one side and fell asleep.

I don't know when, but she suddenly heard footsteps moving around her. Because she was next to Xu Zhi's couch, she slept very uneasily. At this time, she suddenly woke up when she heard the sound.

The candles are dry and the people are silent.

Xu Zhi'er was squatting in front of her, holding a white candle and looking at her carefully.

She was sleeping in a daze, and she seemed to see Xu Heyi in the dim candlelight. They were brothers, and their looks were similar. What's more, his angular face looked a bit soft under the warm yellow candlelight. Jiang Si was stunned for a moment.

God, the grievances of the past few days brought tears to her eyes. She stood up and hugged him, and then murmured, "Young Master!"

He chuckled, "Huh?"

Jiang Si only thought it was Xu Heyi, and her arms around him became tighter.

His body stiffened and the candle flame flickered.

"Young Master, I'm so scared...so scared..."

He asked softly, "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm so afraid of him..." Jiang Si didn't want to mention Xu Zhi'er's name.

He was good at tempting her and led her to continue. "Ah Si, who are you afraid of?"

Only Xu Heyi calls her Ah Si.

Jiang Si cried sadly, but she never dared to tell Xu Zhihua. Once she said it, her other identity would be exposed. She cried, and it was good to cry in his arms.

Until he reached out one hand and gently clasped the back of her messy head.

Jiang Si suddenly woke up. Xu Heyi had never behaved like this in so many years. Du Heng was still burning in the room. Isn't this fragrance unique to Xu Zhi'i?

She froze on the spot, hurriedly opened her arms and stepped back.

His expression was dark and unclear, and he was approaching her step by step while holding a white candle. Fear flashed in her eyes, and she stepped on the ground with a pair of white and thin jade feet, slowly retreating step by step. Until she almost reached the edge of the wall, Xu Zhiwei kicked her.

He stepped on the tattered skirt and couldn't move.

"You're afraid of me." He reached out and lifted her chin.

Jiang Si saw her own fearful look in his eyes.
Chapter completed!