How can I be broken by the enemy in my previous life? [Rebirth]

The carriage moved forward quickly and steadily, and the midday sun was still a bit strong. Tang Jing held the whip in one hand while wiping the fine sweat oozing from his forehead with his sleeve.

There is no padded outside of the carriage, no shelter, and it is not an easy task to drive the horse while watching the road conditions all the time.

But Tang Jing had to do it, because there was no reason to let Situ Qing drive anyway.

I don't know if it's because the dust on the road is too big, or if Tang Jing's chest injury hasn't fully healed, or if it's a combination of both.After driving the carriage for two hours, Tang Jing felt a bloody smell welling up in his chest, and his throat began to itch.

It was just faint at first, and then it became bursts.

Tang Jing couldn't help clenching his fist in front of his mouth and coughing a few times in the end, otherwise he really couldn't bear it.

Tang Jing coughed a few times, stretched out his hand to caress his chest, and was about to take out some throat-soothing and cough-relieving pills from his bosom to eat, when suddenly the car curtain behind him was lifted.

Just as the medicine bottle was taken out, Tang Jing turned around in a hurry, and saw Situ Qing's calm face.

Tang Jing was stunned for two seconds, coughed, and was about to say hello.I saw Situ Qing lifted up the hem of her clothes, turned over and jumped to the other side of the chariot in a graceful manner, then stretched out her hand to pull the reins, and drove the carriage on her own.

Tang Jing held the medicine bottle and shook his head for a while, then he heard Situ Qing calmly say, "Go in."

Tang Jing actually wanted to say no, but seeing Situ Qing's calm side face driving the carriage quietly, and the clothes and forehead blown by the long wind, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

The place where the chest was choked seemed to collapse.

In the end Tang Jing heaved a long sigh of relief, said "thank you" in a low voice, got up silently, opened the curtain and turned into the car.

Tang Jing didn't know what was on his mind when he turned into the carriage, but he turned his head quietly and glanced in the direction of Situ Qing's driving.

What disappointed him was that Situ Qing didn't look back, but what made him slightly relieved was that Situ Qing was calm and somewhat...satisfied.

The last point was purely Tang Jing's own imagination, but just such a little imagination filled his heart with a false sense of happiness.

Lying in the carriage, Tang Jing didn't take any medicine, but pressed his chest and listened to his rapid heartbeat.

Certain emotions are quietly sprouting.

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Just now, Situ Qing was indeed moved with compassion.

But he wasn't angry about the coachman before, he was just putting on airs as usual.

For Situ Qing, the life or death of such a small character was insignificant, but Tang Jing didn't want the coachman to die, so Situ Qing simply went along with the flow and made a meaningless favor.

The current Situ Qing is no longer someone who can be offended by trivial matters.

As for why he personally sent Tang Jing back to the Tang Sect, the answer was simple, Situ Qing couldn't fully trust anyone now, and the reality also proved it to him.

Zhuo Yun wanted Tang Jing to die, because the poison had no effect on him.

Although Situ Qing didn't understand what Zhuo Yun would have to do with Tang Jing now, but Zhuo Yun was indeed responsible for the poison.

Just as Situ Qing was quietly thinking about what Zhuo Yun had experienced five years ago, the carriage stopped.

Then the curtain was lifted, Tang Jing poked his head and said, "It's getting late, I'll go get some game, Master, be careful."

"Go."

Tang Jing originally thought that Situ Qing would either ignore her directly, or just ignore her, but she didn't expect Situ Qing to answer "Go" so calmly.

On the contrary, Tang Jing didn't know how to answer the words.

But Tang Jing's eyes moved, and he smiled quickly: "What would the leader want to eat? Fish? Hare? Or pheasant?"

But this time Situ Qing glanced at Tang Jing lightly, then turned his head away.

Tang Jing touched his nose again.

However, it is good to have an answer, so Tang Jing happily got out of the car and went to catch game.

In the end Tang Jing caught three fish and a hare, reckoning that these were enough for him and Situ Qing, Tang Jing didn't want Situ Qing to wait, so he happily went back with the game.

Build a fire, grill fish, roast hare.

The dry branches made crackling noises in the campfire. Tang Jing concentrated on turning the fish and rabbits on the branches, and sprinkled some Tangmen's secret seasoning spices and fine salt on them while roasting.

The fat gradually oozes out from the surface of the meat, accompanied by a mouth-watering delicious aroma.

Situ Qing could smell the aroma of roasted rabbit meat while sitting in the car.

Everyone said that the people in the Demon Cult were arrogant, extravagant and licentious, basically living a life like King Zhou of Shang Dynasty, but this is not the case in fact.

If he was in the head teacher, Situ Qing would eat pretty well on weekdays, but once he went out to practice, he would live like an ascetic monk.

Because of Situ Qing's suspicious nature, Zhuo Yun is the only person who dares to use it, and Zhuo Yun is not very good at cooking.Although Situ Qing occasionally wanted to eat something good, he also found it difficult to imagine Zhuo Yun killing chickens and fish, so he could only make up for it in silence.

And the aroma of the rabbit meat that Tang Jing roasted seemed more enticing than the delicacies that Situ Qing ate in the head teacher in the past, so Situ Qing hesitated for a while, and finally got up and got out of the car.

Tang Jing was sitting cross-legged on the grass, humming Shuzhong tunes and turning the branches. Just as he was about to reach out and tear off a piece of meat to taste the saltiness, Situ Qing quietly appeared behind him.

"Is this rabbit meat?" Situ Qing's tone fluctuated a little.Because there are very few rabbits in the place where the Demon Cult lives, although Situ Qing usually eats a lot of meat, it does not involve rabbits, and this is the first time Situ Qing has seen someone string such a large rabbit whole Roasted on a branch.

Hearing Situ Qing's voice suddenly, Tang Jing was startled, couldn't help but let out an 'ah', and almost knocked over the branch in his hand, but fortunately, he had sharp eyes and quick hands, and caught it in time.

Tang Jing twisted his burnt fingers, blew, touched his ears, and said with a smile: "Yes, rabbit meat tastes very good, and my barbecue skills are not too bad. Master, give it a try." ?”

Although Situ Qing was a little curious about rabbit meat, he was not a glutton, so he didn't intend to eat it. But at this moment, Tang Jing on the side had already tore off a large piece of tender meat from the rabbit's thigh and breast. Come down, and hand it over to Situ Qing with a handkerchief.

Tang Jing smiled and handed over the rabbit meat, his eyes were very sincere.

And at this moment, Tang Jingna raised his head slightly, raised the corners of his mouth, and his bright eyes reminded Situ Qing of a person involuntarily...

A person who had a deep entanglement with him in the previous life, but has never met him in this life.

Because of this smile, Situ Qing was in a daze for a while, and finally reached out silently to take the rabbit meat.

Tang Jing's cooking skills were really good. The rabbit meat was tender and delicious, and the fish meat was delicious. After Situ Qing finished eating the rabbit meat, he ate another fish. This was the first time he ate so many things in the wild.

After eating the rabbit meat and fish meat, Tang Jing put out the fire, got up and looked at the vast expanse of colorful sunset glow in the sky, turned his head and frowned, and said, "It's getting late, Master, let's go on the road as soon as possible, I just now When I was hunting, I found that there are many poisonous snakes and insects in the nearby woods, I am afraid that it will not be peaceful at night."

Situ Qing was wiping his hands. He was silent for a while when he heard this, but then he nodded and said in a low voice, "Then you drive, I'm a little sleepy." After finishing speaking, Situ Qing turned and got into the car .

She never expected that Situ Qing would explain to herself, which made Tang Jing deeply flattered. In the end, Tang Jing silently stared at Situ Qing stepping into the carriage, unable to hide the smile in his eyes.

Guessing that Situ Qing had already sat firmly, Tang Jing jumped on the shaft of the carriage and drove on the road. With a wave of the whip, the horse galloped away.

The evening wind blew on Tang Jing, making him feel comfortable and comfortable. He looked up at the incomparably magnificent sunset glow in the sky, and couldn't help smiling.

The Tang Sect does not belong to a decent sect, but it is not considered a crooked sect. It has always been a neutral position, and has no deep interest in the Devil's Cult. Maybe... he can be friends with Situ Qing?

I feel that Situ Qing is not such a cold person.

It seems that there is still a little tenderness.

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Situ Qing was sitting in the carriage, lying quietly on the soft bed, feeling a little complicated.

Because Tang Jing's actions and expression reminded him of He Gui, a man he could never ask for in his previous life.

It was the same gentle and shallow smile, but Hegui was more indifferent and Tang Jing was brighter and dazzling.

Thinking of this, Situ Qing silently closed her eyes, not wanting to think about it any more, and even less willing to admit the fact that Tang Jing and He Gui were so similar.

In this life, he won't ask for what he can't ask for.Life is short, why torture yourself.

In order not to let her thoughts stay on the entanglement of love and hatred in her previous life, Situ Qing took a calming pill, then fell sideways on the couch and fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already late at night.

The atmosphere in the carriage was always a little stuffy, and Situ Qing also noticed that the carriage stopped.

Situ Qing's eyes moved, she got up and lifted the curtain, and lowered her head slightly to see Tang Jing who was dozing by the carriage.

Tang Jing leaned on the carriage with his arms folded, his head slightly lowered, his expression was quiet and leisurely, and there was still a faint smile on his lips.

Seeing Tang Jing like this, Situ Qing was slightly moved in her heart, but the thought was fleeting. Soon, Situ Qing lightly jumped off the carriage, ready to blow some air.

And the moment Situ Qing left her side, Tang Jing quietly opened her eyes.

Tang Jing didn't actually fall asleep, but just dozed off slightly. The reason why he pretended to be asleep just now was because he secretly hoped that Situ Qing could watch him for a while.

Obviously, he made a mistake.

But Tang Jing was not too disappointed, but rubbed his shoulders and sat up by himself.

The wind that blows at night in late summer and early autumn is a bit ripe and mixed with a bit of bleakness. The moon in the sky is round and bright, but it is slightly hazy and opaque.

Situ Qing quietly stood under a big tree on the edge of the cliff with her hands behind her back, her expression was indifferent, her robes were windy, she seemed to be thinking about something, and she seemed to be just looking at the scenery.

And Tang Jing's left leg was crossed, his right leg was hanging in the air, and he was also sitting on the side of the carriage, following Situ Qing's gaze, looking up at the stars and the moon in the sky.

After looking at the stars and the moon for a long time, Tang Jing wanted to yawn a little, but he still couldn't comprehend the so-called artistic conception of a literati, so he turned his eyes and continued to look at Situ Qing's back.

This time, after just looking at it for a while, Tang Jing felt something in his heart, and then he lowered his head and took out a piccolo from his waist, put it to his lips and began to blow it leisurely.

The flute music played by Tang Jing was melodious and melodious, with three parts of affection and seven parts of nostalgia, quietly echoing in the night sky, every thread and every thread penetrated into Situ Qing's ears not far away.

Situ Qing didn't know that this was a flute song for Shu people to express their lovesickness.And Tang Jing himself didn't know why he played this song, he just felt inexplicably appropriate to the occasion.

Situ Qing closed her eyes and listened silently for a while, feeling a little touched in her heart. Just as he was about to say something, suddenly he raised his eyebrows, swished his sleeves and turned around, looking sharply at the cliff behind him.

At that time, countless vigorous men in black were driving a flying phoenix, descending from the sky along the steep cliff.

Tang Jing turned his back to those people, but he could hear the movement clearly. Seeing a flash in his eyes, he raised his knees, jumped and turned over with a kite, and stood beside Situ Qing in a flash.

Situ Qing stood with his hands behind his back. He looked indifferently at the men in black who were driving the flying phoenix, but his tone contained a bit of ordinary disgust: "It's you from the Tang Sect again."

Hearing Situ Qing's words, Tang Jing couldn't help but silently clenched the piccolo in his hand, his eyes were gloomy, he was a little annoyed, but more angry.