After Wan Qiyan said that, Shen Yinqiu kept looking at him on the way back, and she didn't know how to deal with it.
The two of them returned along the way they came.
Wan Qiyan stared at her sideways for a while.
He was very unhappy when he saw her frowning, and he couldn't help but feel relieved.
Could it be that what he just said sounded so frivolous, but he She is obviously telling the truth.
As long as she is happy, money is nothing.
Now he wished he could go back in time and participate in her life.
Shen Yinqiu sighed sadly: "I thought I had more words to say than you, and I could win if I wanted to tease people, but recently I discovered that your level is higher than mine, and I'm not happy."
Wan Qiyan was silent.
He didn't expect that for this reason, he didn't answer for a long time.
Sure enough, he didn't understand his wife very well, and every time he thought he knew something about her, she would always break his understanding of her.
However, Shen Yinqiu was worried for a while and then didn't take it to heart.
How should I put it?
It wasn't like he wasn't untouched when he heard him say that he would give everything to him.
His mellow voice was deliberately lowered, like goose feathers across the soles of his feet, tickling his heart. .
It's just that the feeling that emerged at that moment was similar to that of Master Yan.
Although she didn't think of him often, when she thought about it, the happiest thing in her childhood was when he took her out of the ancestral hall and then walked around in the night.
Brick after brick, riding on the night wind, seemed to be flying.
She thought she liked him.
He didn't talk much, but he would pay careful attention to whether she was cold or hungry.
His chest was very warm, and he always came to help her when she was in danger, although he had not appeared for a long time.
Wan Qiyan also cares about her, but she doesn't feel that secret joy.
If you really want to distinguish, the joy that Wan Qiyan brings to her can be easily expressed with a smile, but the joy that Yan Daxia brings to her is hidden in her heart.
She needed to hide her excitement and couldn't say it was too precious.
Shen Yinqiu was so distracted that he couldn't hear other sounds.
Wan Qiyan called three times, but she didn't respond.
She was so distracted that he couldn't help but touch her forehead.
He felt relieved when the temperature was normal.
But Shen Yinqiu came back to her senses when he was touched by his warm hand.
She let out a confused sigh and quietly moved to the side.
For some reason, she felt a little guilty when she looked at Wan Qiyan.
Her retreat caught Wan Qiyan by surprise, and even the outstretched hand was a little stiff.
He slowly retracted his hand, a look of confusion on his face.
Shen Yinqiu said with a smile: "I was a little distracted just now.
What did the prince say?"
Wan Qiyan shook his head, he looked at her, frowned slightly, and then looked away for a moment.
Shen Yinqiu actually felt hurt, right?
The two of them had been walking closely together, but now they were at least an arm's length apart.
Shen Yinqiu looked around but not at Wan Qiyan.
After walking in silence for a quarter of an hour, there were children chasing each other and playing in front of her.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a half-grown child holding a bamboo cane, standing behind the horse, with a faint tendency to be whipped.
She looked at the children's door in front of the horse and secretly thought Oops, the kid has raised his arms.
"Stop" she yelled, but she couldn't stop it.
After being beaten, the horses seemed to have received some instructions and began to gallop ahead.
The older children all ran away, leaving only the youngest child standing there in shock, as if he still didn't understand what was going on.
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Shen Yinqiu didn't think anything and ran towards the child.
If she had time, she was not far away from the child.
Shen Yinqiu hugged the child, with the horse's hooves right in front of her.
She instinctively protected the child in her arms and faced the horse with her back.
All this happened in a blink of an eye.
Wan Qiyan watched this scene, his heartbeat almost stopped.
He didn't care about Zang Zhuo.
He hit the horse's hoof joint with his fingertips and flew forward, taking Shen Yinqiu and the child together.
Hug aside.
The horse fell to the ground, attracting many people to watch.
Shen Yinqiu felt the warmth and heartbeat coming from behind, feeling a little confused.
He slowly turned his head and faced Wanqi Yan's deep eyes full of anger and worry. .
The child's mother came and interrupted their gaze.
The child in Shen Yinqiu's arms did not cry or fuss.
He smiled when he looked at his mother and wanted to hug him.
When the owner of the horse heard that the horse almost hurt someone, he didn't bother to ask why the docile horse suddenly rebelled.
After seeing that no one was injured, he led the lame horse and left in a hurry.
After seeing that the matter was resolved quickly, the crowd dispersed.
Wan Qiyan pulled Shen Yinqiu up and patted the dirt off her clothes in person.
Seeing that she was still in a daze, he thought she was frightened.
In front of everyone, he pulled her into his arms, held her, patted her shoulders again and again, and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid.
It’s okay now, don’t be afraid.”
Shen Yinqiu had never had such a strange feeling before.
The numbness spread from the bottom of her heart to her limbs.
It was a little different from when her grandmother used to coax her when she was a child.
If she was sick, her grandmother would take care of her and hug her gently when she was uncomfortable.
He held her shoulders and coaxed her to sleep with Jiangnan's unique whispers.
What about Wan Qiyan?
Is it because she regards him as her brother?
She looked a little dazed, and without a word, she gently broke away from Wan Qiyan's arms, raised her head and looked at him as if she had gained something.
Under his caring gaze, she took his hand.
She didn't know who was warming whom, but they both felt the warmth.
Shen Yinqiu thought, holding hands doesn't feel awkward.
Is it considered a family relationship?
But does a family relationship involve kissing?
If it's not considered a family relationship, then does she like Yan Daxia or Wanqi Yan?
She's already married to him, so she can only like him. .
After she figured it out, she squinted and smiled, looked up at the sky and asked, "Is it almost three quarters to noon?"
Wan Qiyan suppressed the feeling in his heart and looked at the sky.
To be honest, it was snowing so much that he couldn't tell what time it was.
But when she said it was almost there, he hummed and suggested: "Find a restaurant first."
Pad your belly” "Okay."
Shen Yinqiu agreed happily.
The two of them worked together to find a restaurant with a fairly elegant environment.
The important thing was that there were few people.
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Wan Qiyan poured tea for her and said: "This is the street where prisoners are escorted.
Look at the square area built up in front of it.
It is the guillotine.
A few steps up is the platform where the execution order is to be carried out."
Shen Yinqiu saw it clearly, nodded, and looked at the snow on the ground.
The snow had not stopped today.
There were only two or three diners in the restaurant, and the food was served very quickly.
Shen Yinqiu and Wan Qiyan chatted about Ye Sheng while eating.
After all, if you kill someone, you have to pay with your life.
Shen Yinqiu put down his chopsticks when he was five minutes full, picked up a Juankerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth.
He quietly watched the snowflakes falling from the sky, then held his chin and looked at Wan Qiyan.
They didn't pay and walked out of the door until there were curses outside the window.
The officers who were escorting Ye Sheng scolded those people who came too close.
Many people carried vegetable baskets and threw withered leaves and even rotten eggs at Ye Sheng.
His face was covered with egg white and yolk, and his head was covered with egg whites and yolks.
Still have the green cabbage leaves.
Shen Yinqiu saw Ye Sheng's appearance clearly, and it was exactly the same as the scholar who sold lanterns that night.
An idea flashed that she seemed to have met him once in the teahouse of Pinfangzhai.
"This is Ye Sheng," she whispered, "so embarrassed."
His hair was disheveled and his face was dirty, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth with a bruised nose and swollen face.
He was wearing prison uniform and shackled, and the wooden cage carried him forward slowly.
The prison car passed by her, and a large number of people followed.
Wan Qiyan pulled Shen Yinqiu back to the steps of the restaurant, and curses were heard frequently.
Shen Yinqiu raised his head and said, "Let's go too."
Wan Qiyan agreed, "Follow me."
Shen Yinqiu's hand that he held tightly blended into the crowd until Ye Sheng was led to the guillotine and knelt down, surrounded by people from three levels inside and three outside.
Officials were guarding the surroundings, and the supervisors were sitting high on the table, seriously listing the crimes Ye Sheng had committed.
The people became more and more angry as they listened, and they did not forget to throw eggs, vegetables, and even shoes in the audience, but soon they He was stopped by the officers carrying knives.
Shen Yinqiu looked at the crowd and saw that there were many servants.
They were probably sent by the families of the victims.
Ye Sheng had killed too many people, so his cleverness was in the wrong place.
Before the supervisor had finished speaking, the people watching gradually became quiet.
Wan Qiyan suddenly noticed something strange and scanned the roofs on the left and right without leaving any trace.
His keenness told him that things were not going so smoothly.
Shen Yinqiu and Wan Qiyan were both in the crowd, but now he took her out of the crowd.
Shen Yinqiu was puzzled but didn't ask any more questions.
He followed him out of the crowd and stood waiting.
Although he was standing in a corner, he could still see the guillotine.
Shen Yinqiu forgot to ask why he came here.
Maybe Wan Qiyan felt uncomfortable in the crowd.
A gust of wind blew up, blowing up the snow on the ground and confusing the vision.
People raised their sleeves and covered their mouths, waiting for the gust of wind to pass.
Wan Qiyan held her in his arms and gently covered her mouth and nose with one hand.
In an instant, something unexpected happened.
A figure dropped from the diagonally opposite roof with a knife, and slashed at the officer who was still shielding himself from the wind and snow.
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In the blink of an eye, he knocked down two or three of them.
The crowd panicked, screamed and began to flee in all directions.
At this time, the advantage of Wan Qiyan and Shen Yinqiu hiding in the corner was revealed, and no one disturbed them.
The snowflakes rolling towards Shen Yinqiu will always recede.
The people quickly fled, and she could clearly see the movements of the masked man.
Because his appearance was so sudden and the timing of his arrest was perfect, the official did not expect that someone would come to rob the execution ground.
He was indeed a little panicked at first, but now he quickly reacted to stop him.
The masked man's skills were not bad, but as the saying goes, two fists are no match for four hands, and soon his attack became defense.
Ye Sheng knelt on the ground unmoved.
He should have known who the person was, but he didn't even look at the person who was desperately trying to save him.
Although Ye Sheng had not been beheaded yet, Shen Yinqiu felt that there was no difference between him and dead.
I don't know what he went through in these few days.
The masked man was defeated, so he called out "Senior Brother", but the voice turned out to be a woman.
She received no response, and her arm was scratched by an officer.
She was obviously at a disadvantage, but she still refused to retreat.
Finally Ye Sheng raised his head, looked at the masked man with his haggard face and said: "Go back, help me say sorry to the master, I am unfilial and cannot take care of him until the end of his life.
If you stay here, I will die."
I won’t rest in peace.
Let’s go, junior sister.”
Senior brother and junior sister Shen Yinqiu felt that the water was too deep.
There's a lot involved.
"It's all that woman's fault, senior brother, you risked your life for that woman," she shouted sternly, with a strong sense of unwillingness
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