C159 memory of deja vu

Jiang Ting walked over, took out his copper coin and bought four steamed buns. The boss placed one on top of the steamed buns for him, while muttering, "These days, living people are not as good as dogs!"

When he raised his head, he saw Jiang Ting's expressionless face and the sword in his arms. His face immediately had an embarrassed look, and he did not complain anymore.

As he followed her out of the city, Jiang Ting should have turned around and left. Unknowingly, he suddenly thought of the wolf he met the other day when he sent the two siblings back into the forest.

Mian Niang naturally did not know that such a person was following behind him. Looking at the sun and knowing that it was already past noon, and thinking about how her mother was still waiting for news at home, she became a little anxious.

Jiang Ting had been following them the entire time, and even after they had descended the mountain, he had not changed his direction.

Instead, it was Mian Niang who inadvertently turned her head around and saw him, who had been following behind her all this while.

The two were very far away from each other, so Mian Niang could only see the way he walked with her sword in her arms and the hat hanging behind her back.

Mian Niang stopped the car and stood at the same place looking at him.

If Jiang Ting wanted to turn around and leave, it was already too late. He could only continue to walk in front of her, pretending that he was going in the same direction as her.

"Where are you going? I can give you a lift. "

Mian Niang truly respected him, this person was her benefactor, and she herself had never thanked him properly.

"No need, I …"

Jiang Ting wanted to say "I can walk by myself", but he couldn't simply say that it was to follow her. Looking at her gentle and admiring eyes, he somehow nodded his head.

He had never been looked at like this before, and he could not remember everything that happened when he was young. When he was seven years old, his entire family was in trouble, and he only had vague and bloody memories of what happened. It seemed that he was once protected by a figure that could not be considered strong.

The expression in Mian Niang's eyes, gave him a feeling that she was a real existence in this world.

He was no longer a companion of a certain person, no longer a subordinate or superior of a certain person, nor was he a bamboo horse that people often talked about, but worked for. He was no longer a killing weapon or a chess piece in the eyes of others.

He sat on the donkey cart that was even faster in running than him.

"Sit down."

Mian Niang sat in front and raised her whip, rushing the donkey cart.

The donkey cart was very bumpy, it was better to walk comfortably.

Even if Mian Niang's skill in driving a carriage could be considered as perfect compared to before.

He looked at Mian Niang's back and remembered the first time he saw her, it was Gu La who was pestering her. Right now, the young master of the house had already lost his daughter, who was considered quite a rich lady, yet she was still selling tofu here, and had been bullied by others.

He didn't know if she was disappointed or not.

"You … You want me to ride in a car, aren't you afraid that others will see that and gossip? "

That wasn't what he wanted to ask, but something even worse. He wanted to expose in front of her the fact that Gu San was already married.

However, he didn't expect that he would change his mind the moment he opened his mouth and ask a question like that.

This was because he suddenly understood the point of view. If she was still related to Gu Xin, how could she have nearly died several times at the hands of others?

He wanted to let his life go down the drain.

With Gu Xin's ability, even if he couldn't save Song Zhixiao who was already in exile, he still had the ability to let his woman live a good life.

However, he didn't know whether it was because Gu Xin didn't want to or because she didn't want to.

Compared to the former, he was more inclined towards her so she was unwilling.

How could someone like him, who refused to lower his head, bend his waist so easily?

Having temporarily changed his mind, not only did he not feel any burden, he instead felt that this was a novel experience for him.

He rarely spoke, and he did not like to talk. He always felt that regardless of whether he spoke or not, it was a very dangerous thing to do.

He could not remember when he had had such a deep-rooted view, but he had persisted and believed in it.

This was the first time he said this at will.

Although there was also thought in it, this kind of thinking was very different from what it was in the past.

He liked it like this.

Mian Niang, who was driving the carriage, didn't know that this ice-cold person would have so many twists and turns in her heart. Hearing his words, Mian Niang's body stiffened, but she quickly relaxed.

"You are a righteous man, and naturally, you do not commit such vile deeds. Besides, the sky is cold now, and there aren't many people leaving the house every day on this road. If anyone does see you, I'll immediately kick you out."

She looked back at him with a sly smile.

He couldn't help but be stunned.

She immediately explained, "I don't care about myself. That's all. You are my benefactor. I can't implicate you and ruin your reputation."

He pursed his lips, his expression still stiff.

He was actually a righteous man.

This was the first time he heard someone say that to him.

He had always treated himself as an invisible person. Even in the Prince Rong's Mansion, he was only a swordsman in the martial arts world, and that was not his real identity. No matter how many labels there were, they did not really belong to him.

He had never put such a label on anything before, and it was a new experience.

And reputation? What kind of reputation did a shadow guard without any status need?

Executing orders is the greatest value in life.

Honorable man, only the old man who was referred to as the Tutor would like this title very much.

He would not want his youngest son, whom he had protected with all his might, to live like an invisible person.

"Actually, I don't care about that either. If there really is someone who saw it, then there is no need to intentionally hide it. "

He said maliciously, and indeed, he saw the figure stiffen again.

The interest in his heart had not diminished but instead increased.

"And I don't know the people here, so why should I care what they say? Don't you think so? "

The last sentence was filled with malice.

Mian Niang, who was sitting in front of her, didn't know how to reply. Of course, she hoped that if someone saw her, he would get off the car himself, but if he really didn't want to, Mian Niang could imagine what kind of rumors she would hear.

"Ai, there's no other way. I'm tired from walking. I really can't walk now."

He was still talking.

His voice had a cold quality to it, like ice. Although it was pleasant to listen to, it made one unable to feel any warmth. Unknowingly, this was a sound that a living person should have.

His tone never fluctuated, making it impossible for Mian Niang, who had just started observing the situation, to discern any change in her emotions.

Even with a sigh, it was still as cold as ice. It was as cold as ice hitting ice, making a short "clang" sound when it hit the ice.

Mian Niang tilted her head, and said with a tinge of resignation: "Then, just keep sitting here."

Explain then. It's not like people never misunderstood you. How can a person who has experienced so much gossip care about this?

Lice more do not bite, debt more do not worry, probably this is the theory.

Jiang Ting looked at her slightly disappointed face, that feeling of being born into a person seemed to be even more real.

"Will doing that today cause you any trouble?"

Mian Niang worriedly asked, no matter what, Zheng Dahu was still the county magistrate's brother-in-law, and hearing the people on the streets talk about him, she seemed to think that he was pretty strong.

Initially, Mian Niang did not think about it, but she had been worrying about it ever since, and it was only now that she had the chance to ask about it.

"I won't get myself into trouble."

The meaning behind Jiang Ting's words, was that he did not care about those people.

Mian Niang thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the crux of it.

Even his back could be seen to be conflicted.

Jiang Ting lowered his head, scratched his eyebrows, and said: "Just think of it as Prince Rong trusting me a lot."

So that was the case, but Mian Niang still felt that something was amiss.

But with the relationship between the two of them, it wouldn't be good for her to continue questioning them.

got off the carriage at the village in front of the Tian Jia Wan.

He never said where he was going the entire time, so Mian Niang naturally did not ask too many questions.

Before Xie En could even finish speaking, the man took out a paper bag from his chest and said to Mian Niang: "Fee for the journey."

After placing the paper bag on the carriage, he quickly left. Mian Niang didn't even have time to say a word, he looked at the paper bag on the carriage, then suddenly remembered to return it back, and immediately picked up the paper bag. However, the black clothed person was nowhere to be seen.

"I won't charge for the trip."

Mian Niang muttered.

If she had known they would give her this, if she had known, she would have made it clear.

He opened the paper bag and found four white buns.

The weather was cold. Even the items he kept in his bosom had already turned cold at this moment.

Mian Niang looked at Steamed Bun in a daze, thinking back to what her brother had told him. When this person brought her back, he took away the blanket on the carriage again.

At that time, she only heard it, but now, she started to think, even if he was working in front of the Prince Rong, he would still be a rich man.

If he gave these buns to her, what would he eat?

Mian Niang felt very bad. After returning home, she took the bun to her mother's room and placed it on the Eight Immortals Table along with the pen and paper she bought for her brother.

The pen that he had bought earlier had been broken by those imbeciles. When he went back later on, his pen had been stepped on. The paper had been picked up by someone and was long gone.

He could only buy it again.

Thinking about spending the money again, Mian Niang's heart ached.

"This steamed bun did give me a leg up. He said it could be considered as a fare."

"Fee, who's so generous to give you four buns as fare?"

Madame Song Li suddenly grabbed onto the crux of the matter, and quickly asked.