After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

After the housekeeper left, Song Nihuan turned around and went back to the thatched pavilion, then sat quietly beside Xie Yunji, staring at his sleeping face in a daze.

She has forgotten a lot of things that happened when she was young, especially those memories about Xie Tan, which are even more vague.

Now she can only rely on other people's stories and descriptions, and try her best to piece together some scattered fragments.

However, no matter how hard she tried, she found it was almost impossible to truly understand Xie Tan. Although Xie Tan was born and raised in the Xie Mansion, he existed like an invisible person.

No one had a particularly deep impression of him, they only knew that he was the unruly and eccentric second son.

It's so difficult to get to know him again.

She was exiled to the Jiaofangsi when she was fourteen. If she really had an inseparable relationship with Xie Tan at that time, why didn't he come to find her? Why didn't he save her from the sea of ​​suffering...

Thinking of this, she shook her head helplessly. It’s okay. When a person dies, the light goes out.

In another world, he has passed away, right?

Song Nihuan looked at the man in front of her with complicated emotions in her eyes. He was her first love, the person she wanted to spend her life with, and her husband.

But he was not a perfect man. He had despised her, deceived her, and betrayed her.

There was only one thing he hadn't lied to her, that was he loved her, and he was willing to give her his life for her. Now that she thought about it, the subtle ripples in his eyes during birthday celebrations in previous years, and the fact that he had called her name over and over again, were all because of this.

He had always known who she was.

He received the most orthodox education in the world, which held that loyalty and filial piety came first, and that the worst of the three unfilial acts was not having an offspring. However, he was willing to live with her for the rest of his life without having children.

Let’s not talk about the past for now. As long as he doesn’t act like that again, she will forgive him and be with him well.

Xie Yunji's hands were a little cold, so she naturally leaned over to shield him from the wind.

The young man closed his eyes, his face was calm, but the corners of his lips were raised uncontrollably.

He reached out and pulled her in. She exclaimed and sat firmly on his lap.

"Ni Huan." Xie Yunji buried his head in her arms and took a deep breath, the fragrance filling his heart. He smiled and sighed with satisfaction: "It's great to see you when I wake up."

"Are you cold? Let's go back." Song Nihuan said gently.

The young man was full of energy after waking up, with a smile on his face. "Okay. It will be dark soon and the family dinner will start. Let's go down the mountain. I have prepared money for my brothers and sisters to ward off evil spirits. Can you help me distribute it to them? After that, we can stay up together and spend the years together."

"Okay!" She smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "A lot of people want to meet you, especially my younger brothers. They're going to take part in the Spring Examination soon, and have a lot of questions waiting for your advice. And there's also Shi Niang and Shisan Niang. They bet that you're prettier than Master Yao Yue, and you can definitely keep your ranking..."

"Who is Master Yaoyue? What's his ranking?" Xie Yunji asked puzzledly.

"Well..." Ni Huan couldn't help laughing and blinking, "I'll let my sisters tell you later."

If Xie Hanlin knew that what he was famous for in Chen County was not his talent but his handsome appearance, I wonder how he would react.

There is even a ranking of handsome men. Since he has not returned to Chen County for a long time, he, who has been at the top of the list for several years, is said to be overtaken by the newly promoted Master Yao Yue from Qin Lou Chu Guan...

Thinking of this, Song Nihuan held the hand warmer and smiled. Fine snowflakes were falling, and the years were peaceful.

Xie Yunji took her hand and walked slowly down the mountain. The two elegant figures whispering to each other gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.

*

Another New Year's Eve.

The New Year celebrations in the North are different from those in the Central Plains. Unlike in Jinxiu Yunjing where people are used to ordering servants to prepare New Year's goods, people here do it by themselves, and they are happy, peaceful and calm in the midst of the busyness.

After serving in the army for so many years, Xie Tan had gotten used to the New Year atmosphere in a foreign land. He squatted down and tied bundles of grass, waiting to light a fire when it got dark to exorcise the evil spirits and celebrate the New Year.

He raised his hands, tied them up, and drew his knife to cut the hemp rope with quick movements. Looking from behind, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and he no longer looked thin as a teenager.

Two soldiers moved the candlesticks and a box of tin foil and asked, "General, how are the arrangements for the sacrifice to the gods this year?"

The northern border is a mixed community of ethnic groups, and the New Year's customs have been followed by the barbarians. In addition to performing exorcism and staying up late during the New Year, people also offer sacrifices to gods.

"Same as usual." Xie Tan said while working.

The two soldiers looked at each other and asked tentatively, "That saint girl... The brothers said that during the New Year of the Privet, the saint girl would dance for the gods. General, do you think we should let her do the same as in previous years? Let's have some fun and dance for our brothers?"

Xie Tan stopped moving, was silent for a moment, stood up and said, "I'll go see her."

Torches were lit in the dungeon even during the day, but the flames could not dispel the chillness of the underground.

The woman sat on the ground covered with dry grass, her eyes slightly closed. If it weren't for the white air coming out of her nostrils, one would have thought she had passed away on the spot.

Xie Tan stared at her. This was the saint respected by everyone in the North. He sneaked into the Privet, pretending to be one of their tribesmen, and even dyed his hair black. He went through untold hardships to capture this woman.

She had been locked up in this dark dungeon for some time, but her will had not collapsed. On the contrary, she seemed to sit quietly every day, as if she could draw strength from this tranquility.

She no longer looked young and her appearance was quite ordinary. Only the light pink totem on her cheek revealed her true identity - the Saint of the Privet Department.

She was supposed to dance for God tonight, but now, she could only wait here for fate to decide.

"Liar." Cold and contemptuous words slipped from the saint's lips. She opened her eyes and stared at him.

"Saint." he said.

Saint Feng Mian did not speak. The young man in front of her was a man with an extremely strong will, and she could not sense any emotions from him.

His heart was hidden carefully by him.

He glared at her, "Does your God tell you that there will be a day when I catch you?"

"Your people know that you are in my hands, so they dare not act rashly. Just wait and see. Day after day, year after year, the people of the Central Plains will invade you sooner or later and divide your people."

Feng Mian looked at Xie Tan calmly. In the dim firelight, she smiled softly and suddenly said, "A young man like you with white hair is a symbol of the Son of God in our tribe."

Xie Tan was stunned, his expression changing unpredictably. Such words had also come out of someone else's mouth...