Chapter 8 — Envelope of Salvation

Hearing her so casually slander my uncle, of course I will not allow it. But before I could open my mouth, Cui Nghien's mocking voice rang out: "Disgraceful? But that year in the letter, she listed the stories of Tong Lam being loyal to the patriotic army, praising him for his temper." A sentence that made Wen Manh Tinh and I both silent at the same time. I looked down at the floor, avoiding Thoi Nghien's eyes. Wen Manh Tinh was much calmer, with a sad tone: "That's right! That year, I was deceived by my sister, so I thought Tong Lam was a good person, and now I can clearly see his true face!" She was sure I wouldn't expose her, so I cut this expression to death. Cui Nghien laughed softly. His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. When we fall on someone, we feel like a criminal. You can only bow your head very low. On Manh Tinh reached out and pulled his sleeve. "Toi lang..." Her hand was about to touch the other sleeve. Cui Nghien glanced coldly. Wen Manh Tinh's outstretched hand paused, his face stiffened, and he shyly withdrew. "Is that so?" This question is for me. He looked at me patiently, with anticipation in his eyes. I don't know what he is waiting for. But being reminded of the old story reminds me of the days of correspondence with Thoi Nghien. His words can always easily tease people until their faces turn red and their hearts beat. But after my out-of-control heartbeat calmed down, I realized I was wearing the guise of Wen Manh Tinh's fiancee. I don't know what mood I'm in. "If she says so, then so be it," I coldly opened my mouth, "you guys are the fiancee, how can you still listen to the excuses of an outsider like me?" I firmly closed my eyes, not looking at Cui Nghien's face anymore. "It's okay to say I blackmailed you, it's okay to run away, it depends on how you interrogate me, I'm not afraid." "Just ask me to be transferred to another place." "Me and Lord Cui's fiancee have animosity, because Your official, you should still avoid suspicion.” Cui Nghien took a deep breath. Like seriously angry. Try to restrain yourself. Opening his mouth again, he was restored to the integrity and justice of Mr. Cui. "Destroying someone else's property should be compensated at the right price, the story of blackmail is not true." "There is no evidence about the escape, repeating it is slander." "The eldest daughter of the Wen Palace passed away three years ago, the yamen have recorded in the records, those who use the pretext of harassment will be prosecuted as human traffickers." He only said a few words and helped me escape the siege. Wen Manh Tinh looked at him in disbelief. She was hysterical, almost crazy, screaming: "She hit me, what is this?" The handkerchief covering her face was pulled down, revealing her red, swollen cheeks. She didn't even pay attention to her image, demanding an answer. Cui Nghien looked at the wound and frowned. He pulled my wrist up. The force was so great, I couldn't shake it off. He looked at the back of his hand, then turned it back to look at his palm. "Still being so rude, don't you know that your hand is injured?" "Does it hurt?" The sound of breathing air echoed continuously around him. Wen Manh Tinh was even so stunned that he forgot to cry. The righteous man Cui has always been unbiased. He only judges on one side. 11 At night, the door is closed. Tieu Nhi's head was wrapped in a bandage, still not forgetting to ask me: "Dong master, why did Master Cui help us? His fiancee is so angry that her face is black?" I looked out the window in a daze. "Maybe you really love the people like me." Tieu Nhi nodded repeatedly: "What a good official." My heart beat unevenly. Cui Nghien must have recognized me. Wen Manh Tinh exposed the relationship between me and my uncle, he easily guessed the end of the story. But his attitude was too strange. Let's not talk about your attitude for now, in my place, you and On Manh Tinh are on the same side. Right

It's been like that from the beginning. I have a problem in my heart, I can't look at this person with a normal mind. I pressed my forehead and stopped thinking. The night was a dream again. When I woke up, it was the main Mao hour. Cui Nghien brought an envelope. It's still that errand boy, it's still that letter that smells of incense. I don't open it. Every day he persisted in sending letters. I don't even dare open a door. This guy Thoi Nghien ambushed and waited for me on the path I must take. When we found out, we didn't have time to run anymore. He used his hand to lean on the wall, blocking me at the end of the alley. I turned my face to the other side. "Sir Cui, if I break the law, please let the maid come and arrest me." "It's not like you did it yourself, that wouldn't be consistent." Cui Nghien's eyes darkened, he gritted his teeth. "Pretend, just keep pretending for me?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Huh." Cui Nghien used his finger to put his finger under my chin, turning my face. His eyes moved down to my lips. "I'm more familiar with this place than anywhere else." His warm fingertips described the outline of my lips. "Do you know why the paper with the lip print on it wrinkled?" The warning bell in my head rang fiercely. But there's no time anymore. Thoi Nghien's kiss suddenly fell. Hotter than a finger tip, the description is even more detailed.