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Chapter 295 Young Marshal He Is Not Easy To Mess With (9)

The window coffin with hollowed-out patterns was half-opened, and the dry sunlight poured into the study room. The young and handsome young marshal was sitting on the grand master's chair, holding an old book with yellowed pages between his slender and beautiful fingers, flipping the pages of the book from time to time.

The adjutant and the guards with guns were standing outside the study in standard military posture, expressionless and silent.

The silence in the study was only the sound of pages being turned and the breeze blowing on the window.

The hard soles of the military boots stepped on the ground made of stones, making a dull "click".

Xue Wenchao walked through the corridor, stopped at the door of the study, raised his hand and saluted the adjutant who was guarding the door, then clenched his fingers into fists, and knocked on the door firmly.

"Enter."

With the permission of the young marshal, Xue Wenchao opened the door and entered.

He stopped in front of the desk, gave a serious military salute, and then reported in a low voice.

"Young commander, I have tested Miss Xi according to your instructions."

The fingers that turned the pages paused for two seconds, and then turned the pages unhurriedly. The pause time was so fast that it was negligible, like someone else's illusion.

The man's eyebrows were drooping, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, his eyes focused on the pages of the book, his voice was leisurely and elegant, with a bit of laziness and casualness.

"How is the result?"

Rao is as calm as Xue Wenchao, and a layer of cold sweat is also crawling on his back at this moment.

When it comes to facing Miss Xi, the Young Marshal's thoughts are more elusive than ever.

Squeezing his sweaty palms, Xue Wenchao stated objectively: "Miss Xi did not believe that person's one-sided statement, and frankly said that one person bears the responsibility and has nothing to do with the cottage."

The white fingers stopped on a certain content on the page, and the man looked up, his eyes were deep, and it was difficult to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Xue Wenchao unconsciously tensed his back, his back was straight, as stiff as a board.

"I heard that Boss Cheng will perform on stage tomorrow night."

The sudden change of topic made the somewhat frozen air flow again, Xue Wenchao also heaved a sigh of relief, and replied respectfully: "Yes."

"Go make arrangements."

The pages of the book were turned backwards, the man narrowed his eyes and returned his attention to the book.

"Yes, young commander."

Xue Wenchao took the order to leave the study.

The door of the study was closed, the young commander put down the books in his hands, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his long fingers.

His affectionate eyes were slightly narrowed, and the unconcealable bloody smell climbed up the brows of Yingting, revealing a bit of the wild and unruly nature of the beast.

The man pointed his finger on the table, and the sound of rhythmic tapping replaced the sound of turning pages.

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There was a slight sound from the window coffin again, Xiao Wu turned over the window vigorously and left the Young Marshal's Mansion quickly.

Hearing the sound of Xiao Wu leaving, Xi Ning's nerves did not relax but tensed up.

No matter how agile Xiao Wu is, how could he enter here so smoothly without that person releasing the water?
Thinking back on her words and deeds just now, Xi Ning was a little relieved, she should have done nothing to make him unhappy.

Moving the wrists that were tied together, Xi Ning drooped his eyelids, pulled the corners of his lips bitterly, and his smile was a bit bleak.

Sure enough, a phoenix that has shed its hair is not as good as a chicken. Seeing that she is useless, she is not even willing to do the effort of untying her!Fortunately, she was planning to break her own legs because of this group of unscrupulous bastards!

Boss Xi, who became more and more angry, beat the bed board hard, but because of too much force, he quickly lifted it up, put it to his mouth, and kept blowing air to physically cool down the burning skin.

Around dinner time, the door of the main courtyard was pushed open.

Xi Ning sat up in shock in his dying illness, lifted the curtain of the bed, and looked expectantly at the person coming.

It was Zhao Changshun and a little maid.

"It's Uncle Zhao!" Xi Ning raised his wrist and said lazily.

Zhao Changshun's professional smile was perfectly embedded on his face. Facing Xi Ning who was tied up, Quan pretended not to see the cloth strips on her hands, and asked calmly and gently: "Miss Xi, the young commander asked me to ask you, What do you want for dinner?"

If it wasn't Shen Rongzhan, Xi Ning lost half of his interest. He drooped his head and said casually, "I can do anything, I'm not picky."

What she said was casual, but Zhao Changshun got dizzy hearing it, especially when he thought that the list of taboos about this distinguished guest that the young marshal had made for him in his study was still in his pocket, and he felt that it was all an illusion.

It seems to be easy to serve, but it is really picky.

Conquering his excess emotions, Zhao Changshun nodded at Xi Ning freely, and when he was about to leave, he pointed to the little maid who was following him, and said with a smile: "Miss Xi, this is the girl I sent to serve you." , called Aster, if you need anything, just ask her."

After finishing speaking, the old fox housekeeper retreated and closed the door, leaving only the listless Xi Ning and the wooden maid Aster who stood awkwardly and said nothing in the room.

There is a factor called dead silence floating in the air.

Xi Ning couldn't stand the silence that belonged to the mortuary, so he knocked on the bedpost, and after attracting Aster's gaze, he asked slowly and without any hope: "Can you help me untie this strip of cloth?"

Aster lowered her eyebrows and nodded obediently.

Xi Ning's eyebrows lit up, and he finally pulled himself together.

It was an unexpected joy to be able to untie the shackles.

Aster knelt down by the bed, her gaze focused on the knot, and she untied it very carefully.

This made Xi Ning, who originally wanted to chat for a while, shut up.

This level of concentration made her feel embarrassed to disturb her, distract her, and make her work more difficult.

The knot tied by Shen Rongzhan was very strange, and it took Aster 10 minutes to untie it.

After regaining his freedom, Xi Ning stretched, sat up from the bed, and moved his limbs that were a little sore, numb and stiff after lying down for a long time.

After untying the knot, Aster stood respectfully in a corner, quietly, if not for the sound of breathing, Xi Ning would have thought she was not there.

Pulling the loose shirt collar, Xi Ning inevitably remembered Shen Rongzhan's slightly meaningful eyes when he left, and his irritability suddenly rose from his heart.

She rubbed her messy hair, and asked Aster for help with a wrinkled face: "Do you have any extra clothes that you can lend me?"

As soon as she made a sound, Aster focused her eyes on her.

"Miss, do you want to change clothes?"

"Correct."

"Steward Zhao set up a cloakroom for the young lady in the yard next door. Aster will take a suit at random. If the lady is not satisfied, she can choose it herself. How about it?" Aster asked Xi Ning for his opinion considerately.

"That's really great, you go quickly." Xi Ning stretched his brows and eyes, and the corners of his eyes were curled up, smiling brightly.

Aster turned around and went out to the next yard to fetch clothes for Xi Ning.

She chose a begonia-colored cheongsam for Xi Ning. The delicate and charming begonias bloomed on the silk surface, lifelike and prosperous.

The style of the cheongsam is very girly, but it doesn't match Xi Ning's status as a bandit boss at all.

But now is not the time to be picky.

Xi Ning took the neatly folded cheongsam in Cui Ju's hand, and went behind the screen to change.

(End of this chapter)