With doubts, Zhao Zheng put on his clothes and opened the door.
It was just getting dark at this time, and there was an oil lamp burning downstairs, and the afterglow of moonlight was shining through the window. You could vaguely see things in the corridor. Under the faint light, Nie Rong stood there lively, with their fingers clasped together, and a look of worry on her face.
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"What's the matter with you?" Zhao Zheng asked politely.
"Hey, I wonder if you have time, sir? If you do, I have some troubles that I want to talk to you about. I don't expect you to be able to help me with anything. I just want to vent my worries to you. If I don't say these words
When I came out, I felt really depressed." Nie Rong sighed.
"If you have something bothering you, it's okay to talk to me. But it's night now and it's not convenient to talk. You can come to me again after daylight tomorrow." Zhao Zheng hesitated and declined politely.
"But I have to leave tomorrow morning. If I don't tell you now, I won't have a chance tomorrow."
"Actually, I don't care about anything. I'm just worried about affecting your reputation, girl. It's not good for a man and a woman to talk for a long time at night and be seen by others."
"You are worrying too much. We won't do anything out of the ordinary. We are just chatting. Why should we be afraid of others questioning us?"
"If you don't care, it doesn't matter to me. It's okay to chat with you. Where do you want to talk? How about in the lobby?" Zhao Zheng was also a martial artist. It would be bad if he was more coy, so he simply agreed.
"What I want to say are just private words. I don't want too many people to hear them. I would also like to ask the young master to move to my room and talk. The food and wine are already prepared on the table. We can drink and chat." Nie
As soon as Rong heard that Zhao Zheng had agreed, her face immediately turned from worry to joy, and her eyebrows straightened out.
When Zhao Zheng heard that even the food and drinks were ready, he murmured in his heart: "Looking at Wen Jing, this girl is quite open-minded in her approach to things. She is almost catching up with those women in the world."
Most women in this world are very reserved, pay attention to the three obediences and the four virtues, and never leave the door or step outside the door. However, women who practice martial arts are relatively more open-minded. They are also the so-called heroines of the world.
The two walked side by side, went downstairs together, and entered the "Ying" room on the second floor. The lights in the room were bright, the aroma of wine and food was fragrant, and there were several exquisite side dishes on the table, as well as two bottles of fine wine.
After sitting down, Zhao Zheng did not touch the food and wine, firstly because he had already eaten, and secondly, out of basic caution. The world is dangerous, and food and wine provided by strangers cannot be eaten indiscriminately.
"I'm really sorry to call you here so late." Nie Rong sighed softly and started talking.
"It doesn't matter. If you have any troubles, just tell me. Maybe I can help." Zhao Zhengdao.
"Since you are not bothered, I will tell you everything. I grew up in Qibao County. Because I like to dance and write, I left my parents a few years ago and went to study at the home of my uncle who was a scholar.
A few years ago. Just a few days ago, my parents sent a letter to call me back, saying that they had arranged a marriage for me and asked me to go home and get married. I had never met my fiancé and had no feelings for each other, so we have been in constant communication along the way.
I'm a little worried, worried that my fiancé is not someone I can trust for life." Nie Rong's eyelids drooped, and there was sadness in her eyes.
"The rules passed down from our ancestors are what our parents order us to do. Even if you don't like it, there's nothing you can do about it. I suggest you be more optimistic. Maybe your future husband-in-law will be a passionate and beautiful man." Zhao Zhengkai explained.
"Well, I don't have high requirements for my husband's appearance. I just want him to be knowledgeable and courteous. But I heard from the person who sent the letter that my fiancé's family has been in business for generations and he doesn't even know the word Douda. If
I got married to him, and I'm afraid we won't even have a common language after we get married." Nie Rong felt very sad when she said this, picked up the jug, filled a glass of wine for herself, raised the glass and drank it all. She may have known the world.
He followed the rules, so he didn't rashly persuade Zhao Zheng to drink.
"Actually, it doesn't matter. You have a beautiful appearance and good facial features. Your fiancé will definitely like you after seeing you. After you get married, you can slowly teach him how to read and write, so that the two of you have something in common.
Language."
"The method you mentioned is good, but I'm afraid he doesn't like Wenmo."
"He doesn't have to like Wen Mo, as long as he likes you."
"What if he doesn't even like me?" Nie Rong was still worried and took another sip of wine.
Zhao Zheng knew that the background of this era was too conservative and traditional, and it was unrealistic to defy his parents' orders. Therefore, he did not persuade Nie Rong to find true love, but patiently guided Nie Rong to accept this marriage.
The two of them chatted on this topic for more than an hour. Zhao Zheng did not touch the food or wine, but Nie Rong drank so much wine that her face and neck became flushed, and her eyes became blurry.
Get up. What Zhao Zheng said was of some use. Nie Rong was very open-minded about the marriage and chose to accept it.
Zhao Zheng saw that Nie Rong was almost drunk, so he tried to dissuade him a few words, then stood up and asked to leave, not wanting to stay any longer.
"Thank you for talking to me. I feel much better. It's very late now. You can go back to the house and sleep. I'll see you off." Nie Rong stood up unsteadily, looking extremely drunk, and almost fell to the ground.
He could barely stand still by holding on to the table.
"How come you drank so much and can you still stand?" Zhao Zheng asked with a frown.
"It's okay, don't worry." Nie Rong squinted her eyes, raised her jade hands and rubbed her forehead, as if she was drunk.
"Do you seem okay?"
"It's okay...it's really okay..." Nie Rong said and closed her eyes, as if she was about to fall asleep.
"Don't sleep. If you want to sleep, wait until I leave before sleeping." Zhao Zheng shouted quickly.
"I'm a little confused, please help me get on the bed." Nie Rong said and fell to one side.
Zhao Zheng reacted quickly enough to support Nie Rong and shook him a few times, but Nie Rong did not wake up. He had no choice but to help Nie Rong to the bedside. He held Nie Rong in his hands.
Rong's arm felt full of her daughter's tenderness, soft and soft, and very comfortable. The aroma of wine and body fragrance also penetrated his nose faintly, stimulating his sense of smell.
He was a little distracted, but not to the point where he couldn't resist the temptation. He was secretly glad that he didn't drink, otherwise he would have been in trouble after drinking and having sex. He is a responsible person, and if he does something extraordinary to a woman
, I will definitely marry this woman.
After laying Nie Rong down, he didn't dare to touch Nie Rong's delicate body. He didn't even take off his shoes. He directly covered her with a quilt. Seeing that Nie Rong was fast asleep, he blew out the oil lamp and left.
Room.
"This woman is too brave. She drank so much in front of a strange man she just met. Fortunately, she met me. If she met a bad person, wouldn't she have to lose her virginity?" Zhao Zheng secretly cursed,
Then he asked the waiter for a lock, locked Nie Rong's door, and then went back to his room and continued to sleep.
There was no talking all night, until dawn the next day.
Zhao Zheng got up and freshened up, and was about to go down to have breakfast. The waiter knocked on his door and brought a well-folded note, saying that it was given to him by Miss Nie Rong. He opened the paper
When I looked at the note, I saw a very brief sentence written on it.
Please go to the woods behind the mountain alone to talk to the young master. The little girl has important matters to discuss. See you there or not. Nie Rong's own handwriting.
It turned out that Nie Rong invited him to go for a walk in the woods at the back of the mountain, and she didn't know what she wanted to say.
Could it be that this is still the topic last night?
Or maybe Nie Rong was worried about him and wanted to ask him if he did anything deviant last night?
Is there something you can't say in an inn, but you have to go to the woods behind the mountain to say it?
Zhao Zheng couldn't figure it out. He stared at the line of beautiful fonts and frowned slightly.
"Young shopkeeper is really charming. This girl has only been here for a day and she started writing love letters to you." The waiter in the shop didn't know what was going on and said jealously from the side.
"What nonsense are you talking about? This is not a love letter, it's just an invitation to come over and say a few words." Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes at the waiter. He himself didn't care about being misunderstood, he was just afraid of ruining the girl's family's reputation.
"That's even more powerful than a love letter. It's asking you to go on a tryst."
"You are a big-headed ghost. She is already someone else's fiancée. She is going back to Qibao County to get married. She has nothing to do with me. If you call me over this time, you must have something serious to discuss. Don't spread rumors about me.
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"She's about to get married?"
"yes."
"Alas, another good cabbage is going to be lost to pigs." The waiter said with emotion.
"Don't worry. Sooner or later, you'll have something to eat, so don't sigh." Zhao Zheng folded the letter, stuffed it into his sleeve, gave the waiter a few words, and then went to keep his appointment.
Along the way, he kept guessing about Nie Rong's purpose, but he still had no clue. He walked for a long time, but still didn't see Nie Rong in the woods at the back of the mountain. He felt a little puzzled and shouted a few times.
He asked, but got no response. He guessed that Nie Rong had gone deep into the forest, so he walked a little further.
At this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed from behind a tree in front, shooting over at the speed of lightning.
Zhao Zheng was startled in his heart and immediately evaded, but after all, he was half a beat slower than the golden light. The golden light hit the lower abdomen of his right leg. Blood spattered immediately and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow. He didn't have time to think too much and subconsciously flew away.
He jumped onto a branch and hid behind the tree. He listened intently to what was going on around him, staring at both sides with the corner of his eyes, paying attention to the disturbances around him, and his nerves became tense. Because of the fright and severe pain, his forehead
Beads of sweat soon broke out.
He was invited but was attacked unexpectedly. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that it was a trap. He thought of Nie Rong's harmless appearance and superb acting skills, and cursed several times in his heart. In addition to cursing Nie Rong, he also
At the same time, he also scolded himself a few words. He really shouldn't have been so careless. But it was useless to blame himself now. The most important thing was to find a way out of the current crisis.
He couldn't guess who the enemy was, nor could he guess the enemy's purpose, but one thing was certain - the enemy's strength must not be that great! Otherwise, there would be no need to take such a big detour and set up a beauty trap to deceive him.
Thinking of this, he calmed down and quickly pulled out the Life Sword hanging from his waist, then lowered his head and glanced at the wound on his leg. The wound was very deep, and the entire dart penetrated into the flesh, and he was bleeding profusely.
.This injury will greatly affect the movement of his right leg, which is extremely detrimental.
It seems that the only way to survive today is to fight to the death! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to become a registered member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
