Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

The sky in the mountains is blue, with white clouds like clouds, the air is cool and pleasant, without any haze, and it is comfortable and cozy.

Under Song Wanyin's careful care, the remaining toxins in Xiao Jingheng's body gradually dissipated and his injuries were gradually improving.

On this day, Song Wanyin was making a fire outside the house and roasting a wild rabbit, intending to change Xiao Jingheng's taste and help him recover his strength.

The fire made a crackling sound, and the hare was roasted on the fire, roasting it until it was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The air was filled with the refreshing aroma of meat.

Since I don’t know how to make a fire to cook, it’s easy to roast some game.

Xiao Jingheng's eyes gradually became able to sense the light. Although there was a layer of red silk ribbon between them, he could still see things vaguely.

However, I haven’t told Song Wanyin about this yet. I plan to wait for a suitable opportunity to give her a surprise.

When I smelled the sizzling aroma of meat in the air, my appetite was already aroused.

He enjoyed this stolen happy time very much. He had often fantasized in the past that if both of them were born in ordinary families, they would live a life of working from sunrise to sunset, which would be simple and warm.

Seeing that the hare was almost roasted, Song Wanyin excitedly shouted to Xiao Jingheng:

"Brother, the hare is ready."

Xiao Jingheng was leaning against the window, his ears moved, and he smiled and nodded:

"coming."

After saying that, he listened to the sound and determined the location, and successfully came out of the house. All the obstacles along the way were cleared away in time by Song Wanyin.

Song Wanyin stood up and helped him to sit down in front of the fire. She reached out to tear the hare's leg, but accidentally got burned. She hurriedly pinched her earlobe with her fingers.

"Hiss, it's so hot."

Xiao Jingheng was startled when he heard the sound. He immediately pulled her hand to his eyes and blew gently:

“This freshly roasted hare is naturally hot, so you should be careful.

The place where I got burned by the fish soup last time has not yet healed. Do you want to leave scars on such beautiful hands?"

Song Wanyin looked at his smooth movements with a look of surprise, waved her hand in front of his eyes, and asked tentatively:

"Brother, can you see it?"

Xiao Jingheng paused, and just now he was so impatient that he almost exposed himself. He explained seriously:

"not at all.

It's just that my hearing is more acute than that of ordinary people."

Song Wanyin nodded doubtfully, then continued to tear the hare leg carefully and handed it to him, saying:

"Brother, eat it. It's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's delicious."

Xiao Jingheng instinctively reached out to take it, but suddenly remembered something and deliberately fumbled around:

"It smells so good, but it's a pity I can't see it."

Song Wanyin immediately carefully tore off a small piece of wild rabbit meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked expectantly:

"Brother, is it delicious?"

Xiao Jingheng was stunned for a moment, then he tasted the delicious wild rabbit meat with satisfaction. After being used to eating delicacies from land and sea, it would indeed taste better to occasionally switch to a kind of wild game.

“As long as you bake it, it’s delicious.”

Song Wanyin smiled shyly, and then said with a heavy heart:

"Brother, your injury is almost healed, and it's time for us to return to Beijing."

Xiao Jingheng knew what she was thinking, and said:

"Little Junior Sister, don't worry, I have everything under control for Jiang Lanyue and the rebel leader.

As long as they have the next plan, the people I send out to monitor them will report to me by carrier pigeon.

However, we did get delayed for a few days, and it’s time to go back.”

Having said that, I felt a little lost for some reason.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was strong. The whole land seemed to be swallowed by the abyss, and there was a dangerous atmosphere.

Occasionally, a few wolf howls could be heard from the mountain, but no other sounds could be heard.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed over the roof, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, watching the actions of a man and a woman in the house.

Song Wanyin was tired after a long day and had fallen asleep on the table. This family was relatively poor and had few rooms, so the whole family had to sleep in a small room.

They were only staying here temporarily, so they didn't want to ask for too much. Considering that Xiao Jingheng needed to recuperate, they gave him the bed and just lay on the table to make do.

Every night, after Song Wanyin fell asleep, Xiao Jingheng would get up from the bed, grope his way to pick her up by the waist, put her on the bed and let her sleep peacefully. He would also considerately tuck in the corners of the quilt for her.

He would stay by her bed, quietly accompanying her until she felt sleepy, and then he would lie down on the rattan chair to rest.

In order to prevent Song Wanyin from feeling guilty, he would carry her back to the table and make her lie down every time dawn.

As usual, Xiao Jingheng was about to carry Song Wanyin back to bed to sleep, when he suddenly heard some movement on the roof and became alert instantly.

The black shadow jumped from the roof with agility, took out a dagger from his arms, and was about to push the door open.

A cold voice suddenly came from behind:

"who are you?"

The black shadow shivered with fear, and looked back suddenly, only to find that Xiao Jingheng appeared behind him, but his eyes were covered with a red silk ribbon.

"I didn't expect you to be still alive. I'll send you to hell!"

Unexpectedly, just as she was about to take action, she saw him raise his hand to interrupt her.

"If you have the guts, come with me and don't wake her up."

Xiao Jingheng jumped lightly and moved away from the room, fearing that he would wake up Song Wanyin.

Seeing that he was blind, the black shadow thought that he could not escape from his grasp, so he chased after him.

"Okay, then I'll deal with you first, and then deal with her."

Arriving at an open space, the shadow raised the dagger, his eyes were fierce, and he laughed evilly:

"You stinking blind man, where can you escape this time? Prepare to die!"

After saying that, he swung the dagger and stabbed towards Xiao Jingheng fiercely. It looked like he wanted to stab him full of holes.

Even without using his eyes, Xiao Jingheng could quickly identify the location of the black shadow by hearing alone, and stood there fearlessly.

When a gust of wind blew towards him and faced the black shadow's arrogant shouting, he simply waved his sleeves and instantly knocked the black shadow to the ground, and he died on the spot with blood coming out of all his seven orifices.

"You're asking for death."

Xiao Jingheng walked up to the black shadow and squatted down. He fumbled and pulled off the black scarf on his face, carefully identifying his facial features.

It seems that this person is indeed a remnant of the rebels, because he had noticed before that every remnant of the rebels would have a mark on the left corner of their eyes, which was the symbol of the organization.

Their whereabouts must have been exposed, and they can no longer stay here. They have to set off for Beijing early tomorrow morning.

The next day, Song Wanyin was awakened from her sleep by the soft sunlight and heard rustling sounds coming from outside the house.

She walked out of the house sleepily and was surprised to find Xiao Jingheng feeding grass to the Arabian horse.

"Brother, are you awake, or are you not asleep at all?"

When Xiao Jingheng heard that she had woken up, he patted the horse's back and said:

"Junior sister, we can set off now."

Song Wanyin finally relaxed her frown, climbed onto the horse gracefully, stretched out a hand to him and said:

"Brother, your eyes haven't healed yet, let me give you a ride."

Soon, the whole valley was echoing with the sound of horse hooves, and the Arabian horses were running excitedly in the mountains, neighing.

Xiao Jingheng held the saddle tightly, looking at a loss.

Due to inertia, the body was shaking uncontrollably, as if it would be thrown out at any time.

Song Wanyin noticed his uneasiness and said calmly:

"Brother, hold my waist tightly and sit tight!"