Nie Huimo galloped all the way, his chest rising and falling a little, and his breathing was rapid.
As soon as he entered, he met the girl's eyes.
She sat there upright, holding a tea cup in her hand, looking careless and lazy, but looking forward to it.
It's really her.
Nie Huimo quickly adjusted his breathing, took a deep breath, and walked away.
A very subtle feeling of comfort and happiness quietly emerged from the bottom of his heart. He suppressed it, but more came out.
Bai hurriedly stood up. She had never seen Nie Huimo, but based on his age and temperament, she was sure it was him.
"General Nie." Bai bowed his head and saluted.
Ding had been watching from another side door in the backyard and saw Nie Huimo coming on horseback. She bypassed Hong Zhuming and Zhi Changle and came in from the gate through a path.
"General!" Ding shouted, walking over quickly and pointing at Xia Zhaoyi, "It's her! That female fugitive!"
As soon as Hong Zhuming heard this voice, he hurriedly ran from the backyard. When he saw Nie Huimo, he stepped forward and bowed respectfully.
Nie Huimo lowered his eyes and looked at the girl. The girl looked at him with bright and clear eyes.
She has a pair of very beautiful eyes, not as big as apricot eyes. Her fan-shaped double eyelids are smooth and clean, her pupils are black and clear, and she has a confident and determined look, which makes her cold and pear-like face breathtaking.
But Nie Huimo felt that this was an illusion. The real her was not only confident, but also arrogant, shining like a brilliance.
"Miss Ah Li," Nie Huimo said in a deep voice, "we meet again."
"I don't want to be such a coincidence." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Don't you want it to be such a coincidence?" Nie Huimo slightly raised his lips, "It is indeed a 'coincidence' that you brought me here."
He moved the long bench out with his feet, and sat down opposite Xia Zhaoyi. His tall body occupied the entire side. He tapped his fingertips on the table several times, and Hong Zhuming hurriedly stepped forward to pour tea.
Ms. Ding stared at the situation in confusion, then looked at her husband who had finished pouring the tea and retreated to her side.
Hong Zhuming didn't understand either, but he was better at sizing up the situation. He stood up and lowered his head.
"What do you want from me?" Nie Huimo said, picking up the teacup.
"Mrs. Bai," Xia Zhaoyi looked at Mrs. Bai and said warmly, "You can say it now."
Mrs. Bai nodded. She was quite nervous and stepped forward to give Nie Huimo another blessing: "Bai Yuanqing, a civilian woman, has met General Nie."
"Who is your husband?" Nie Huimo asked.
Bai paused slightly and looked at Xia Zhaoyi uneasily.
"Look at her useless," Nie Huimo said coldly, "She is a clay Buddha crossing the river."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled.
"Why are you laughing?" Nie Huimo looked over.
"It's no use laughing at you to make me angry," Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, "You don't have a good temper."
Nie Huimo raised his thick eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xia Zhaoyi turned to Bai: "Even if you don't tell, he will find out, so you tell the truth."
"I won't help." Nie Huimo said.
Bai was stunned.
"Why don't you help?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.
"Without a special reason, you wouldn't show up, let alone deliberately lure me here," Nie Hui looked at her steadily, "No matter what you want me to do, I won't help you."
His eyes were really deep, and coupled with his sophistication gained from living in the world for a long time, it was difficult to see clearly the emotions hidden in his eyes.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled at her lips and smiled again.
She stretched out her slender index finger: "First, given the grievances between you and me, I'm curious why you would think that I would ask you for help. They say that knowing oneself and the enemy will never be in danger in a hundred battles. You don't even understand my character.
You are a general in vain."
Anger appeared in Nie Huai's eyes, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
"Second, there are many ways to go in the world. In addition to asking for your help, there are also deals to be negotiated, and there are also...threats."
The last two words were deliberately emphasized by her words, but her voice was extremely soft.
"Three," Xia Zhaoyi looked at the door, "If you don't want to hear it, you can leave now. But I have something to say first. I sit down with you to discuss it to give you face. When I take action to deal with this matter, then your people
It’s a huge loss.”
The sound of a carriage was heard outside the door. It stopped for a moment and Xin got off the horse.
When he went up the steps and saw what was going on in the house, he quickly quickened his pace, raised his hands and saluted as he walked: "Miss Ali!"
Shopkeeper Hong and Mrs. Ding were shocked and watched him walking towards the girl.
This kind of respect was unprecedented even for Nie Huimo.
"Miss Ali!" Xin Shun came closer and asked hurriedly, "What do you want?"
"Mr. Fengcai." Nie Huimo said coldly.
Xin Shun was stunned and looked towards him.
Touching his eyes, Xin Shun subconsciously took a step back, it didn't look good.
"I think Miss Ali should be more restrained," Nie Huimo looked at Xia Zhaoyi, "I heard that you still want my help with something. In this case, your tone should not irritate me."
"Or in my opinion, I don't care whether you are angry or not?"
Nie Huimo was so angry that he wanted to break her neck.
"Miss Ali!" Xin Shun looked at Xia Zhaoyi again, "If you have anything, just ask!"
"What I wanted her to say was that he bluntly said he would not help, so I didn't want to say it anymore," Xia Zhaoyi said.
Nie Hui Mohuo turned around: "Are you taking retreat as an opportunity to advance?"
"Are you being self-righteous?"
"Heh," Nie Huimo smiled, "You spent a lot of time to lead me here. If you really make me angry, wouldn't all your efforts be in vain?"
"A lot of trouble? I came in and sat here. I didn't do anything else. Why did it take a lot of trouble?"
Ding on the side was too angry to express her anger.
"Miss Ali..." Xin Shun said softly.
Xia Zhaoyi continued to drink tea and didn't want to talk anymore.
"Ling Yang!" Nie Huimo shouted loudly.
The guard outside stepped forward: "Yes."
"Quickly mobilize three hundred men and horses, armed with bows and crossbows, to surround the Tai'an restaurant inside and outside!"
Konwei paused slightly, glanced at Xia Zhaoyi, and took the order: "Yes!"
Hong Zhuming's knees softened and he knelt down with a plop: "General! Don't ask for it! This restaurant was handed down from my ancestors!"
"Let's add ten times more," Xia Zhaoyi slowly drank tea and said calmly, "If I don't have three thousand troops, why should I be captured?"
"Miss Ah Li." Ms. Bai was about to cry.
Nie Huimo looked at the girl angrily.
He just wanted her to be subdued, but in the end, the two of them really couldn't continue the conversation. They were quarreling with each other, and the conversation would only end with the inn being smashed to pieces.
