After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Xiao Tao finished all this in one breath, breathing heavily, looking at the young lady with hope in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Shen Nanxing just stood there calmly, without even a trace of expression on his face.

"Miss, you...are not surprised at all?"

Chun Xing sighed, "These ladies have already expected this, so they won't be surprised."

Xiao Tao collapsed to the ground dejectedly, her tone sad: "Miss, are you really unwilling to give this servant another chance?"

Shen Nanxing slowly walked up to Xiaotao and squatted down to look her in the eye.

"Then tell me, how did Prince Jing know that the Mingwei Iron Cavalry's military token was in the hands of the Nine Thousand Year Old Man?"

Xiao Tao's body suddenly froze, and her panicked eyes suddenly met the young lady's sharp gaze, which clearly showed a clear vision that could see through everything.

She hastily looked away.

But Shen Nanxing lifted her chin with a finger and forced her to look into his eyes.

"If you were me, a treacherous servant, would you be willing to stay by my side?"

Xiao Tao's face turned pale and tears suddenly fell down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

She sobbed, and after a while she stood up and knelt down, kowtowed three times to Shen Nanxing respectfully, each time her head hit the ground hard, making a bang.

"Miss, I'm sorry..."

When he raised his head again, there were several bloodstains winding across his face, which looked a little scary.

Shen Nanxing turned her face away and said, "Now that our relationship as master and servant has ended, if you wish to return to the Marquis's mansion and become a servant, I will have someone protect you."

"If you don't want to, just leave on your own!"

After saying this, Shen Nanxing did not stay any longer and went back to his room.

Chun Xing sighed, took out a handkerchief from her arms, walked to Xiao Tao, and carefully wiped the blood off her face.

But perhaps his forehead had hit itself on a stone, and it was still bleeding.

Chun Xing simply pressed the handkerchief against the spot: "Press it yourself, the bleeding should stop after a while."

Xiao Tao silently took the handkerchief and pressed it against her forehead, sobbing from time to time but not saying another word.

Chun Xing helped her up and took out a purse from her sleeve and handed it to her.

"This is the monthly salary I've saved up recently. Take it and use it."

"If you follow another master in the future, remember not to betray him again, understand?"

Xiao Tao reached out and pushed the bag of silver away, just lowering her head: "Thank you, Chun Xing."

After saying that, he turned and ran away.

"Hey, Xiaotao!"

Chun Xing chased for a few steps and then stopped.

All he could see was the little sister who had grown up with him, her silhouette getting smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared completely after going around a rockery.

……

Because he was going to go to war the next day, Shen Nanxing went to bed early.

But I can't fall asleep.

My mind is full of confusion.

Sometimes he thought of Xiao Tao, whose face was covered in blood from kowtows, sometimes he thought of the strangeness of Shen Yuan's identity, and sometimes he thought of the man in black he met on the roof last night...

Finally, I thought of that cold man who always wore black clothes and had black hair.

I wonder if he will show up on time for the appointment at Lishi Ancient Pavilion three days later...

Although she and her uncles boasted that they had made an appointment to meet him, she had not received a reply from him since she sent the message.

When she thought about that bastard asking her to marry someone else, she felt uneasy again.

What would she do if he didn't come?

The half day she arranged to see him was the most time she could save by riding in the snow, walking ahead of the army, and traveling overnight.

Even the location of Lishi Ancient Pavilion was chosen by her after carefully examining the map.

This location is not too far from him and her, but she still needs to take a detour for two hours.

If he really didn't come, then she wouldn't be able to see him before going to war...

When she thought of this possibility, her heart ached.

In fact, it hasn't been long since I last saw him, so why am I already thinking about him so much?

And at the same time.

Liangzhou Prefecture Government Office.

Outside the Nine Thousand Year Old Man’s temporary study, the county magistrate had come for the fifth time.

He frowned, "Is the Ninth Thousand Year Old still busy?"

The servant guarding the door bowed his head and replied, "Yes, sir."

The county magistrate was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, but he only dared to tiptoe around the door a few times. No matter how much he wanted to, he didn't dare to knock on the door of the study.

Just when he was scratching his head anxiously, he happened to see Leng Yue coming over, so he quickly called her softly.

"Miss, the Ninth Thousand Years Old has been busy for twelve hours straight, without eating or drinking, and without rest... How can your body bear it?"

"How about you go in and try to persuade them?"

If anything happened to a giant Buddha like the Nine Thousand Years Old Buddha in his government office, even if he had ten heads, they wouldn't be enough to chop off...

He has been so anxious these past few days that even his new concubine is not interested in him anymore.

Leng Yue was stunned for a moment: "But what trouble happened?"

She and Leng Feng were sent out to deal with the flood yesterday. They were delayed for some time by trivial matters and just came back after finishing the work.

I never thought that the master didn’t sleep all night?

Something thorny must have happened while she and Leng Feng were away...

The county magistrate sighed helplessly, "No! These matters were all planned on the first day the Ninth Prince came to Liangzhou, and there were no unexpected situations."

"According to the pace planned by Nine Thousand Years Old, it will only take five or six days to complete. There's no need to rush!"

"How come the Ninth Thousand Year Old doesn't even want to sleep?"