Chapter 502

"Vinegar jar?"

Song Xijiao opened her eyes and pointed to her nose.

"You say I'm jealous for you? You dream! I've told you a hundred times, Meng Xinghe, I don't feel at all about you, and I won't marry you. No matter it's a wife or a concubine, it's impossible! "

Meng Xinghe is a face of disapproval: "I do not feel, just cry so sad to leave?"

"Who is crying?"

Song Xijiao was so angry that he couldn't understand.

Even if there was a trace of discomfort and unhappiness in her heart, it was also because she saw his untidy pictures and felt sick.

Yes, it must be because she feels sick.

She found the answer in her heart, comforting herself, but Meng Xinghe looked at her eyes, more and more full of mockery, can not help frowning, dissatisfied way.

"What are you laughing at?"

Meng Xinghe goes to song Xijiao with the corners of her mouth, and looks at Song Xijiao with the eyes of the most obsessed women, and slowly approaches her.

"Admit it. You've been fascinated by this general for a long time! It's just that I can't put down my airs. I have an ambition. I want to be the wife of this general, isn't it? "

Bang!

Song Xijiao slapped her in the face without hesitation.

This time, I don't know whether Meng Xinghe is used to being beaten, and his look has not changed at all. He still has a bad smile on his face.

"The more angry you are, the more you care about me. Do you still want to fight? I'd like to see how far you care about me

"You You are a narcissist! I didn't tell you. What I like is my elder martial brother. Moreover, my elder martial brother and I have already promised the oath of one person for life. You think you are Dao money. Why should I like you? I don't know why! "

She was excited to finish, but see Meng Xinghe is still a face of self righteous expression, gas full stomach fire, no place to vent, for a long time, she clenched the fist.

"You don't believe it, do you? Well, Meng Xinghe, listen to me. If I song Xijiao lives in this life, no, forever, if I marry you, Meng Xinghe, whether as a wife or a concubine, will call me a bad death, and there is no place for me to die! "

People in this era value oaths most, especially those who march and fight. There is nothing more taboo than oath.

So when Meng Xinghe heard song Xijiao's poison oath, his face immediately sank. He grabbed song Xijiao's wrist, twisted his thick eyebrows, and gritted his teeth, "you're crazy!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm just waking you up! Don't be so conceited that women all over the world want to marry you. "

Song Xijiao makes money and wants to take out her wrist. However, no matter how she moves, Meng Xinghe doesn't let go. She stares at her with a pair of eyes. It seems that she wants to find some evidence of her angry words on her face.

Unfortunately, no matter how you look for it, it's in vain.

There was a look of fearlessness on her face. Though she was a little angry, her eyes were completely serious.

"You Really, I have never been moved by this general? "

Meng Xinghe's voice was a little low, and the bad smile on his face disappeared, leaving only a heavy and solemn atmosphere.

When song Xijiao saw that he was like this, she wanted to be euphemistic, but when she thought of his narcissistic nature, she was afraid that her euphemism would be regarded as evidence of her secret love for him.

"Never, not at all!"

Meng Xinghe was stunned. For a long time, he slowly released his hand holding her wrist and looked at Song Xijiao with some incomprehension: "why? What's wrong with general Ben? "

"There are not so many, why." Song Xijiao turned her head and did not dare to see his expression hurt by love. She forced herself to say cruel words, "Ruan Zhi is not worthy of you. Why don't you treat her better?"

"If you are because of Ruan Zhi, then I can send someone to send her away immediately."

"Not because of her, I mention her, just want to give an example, you don't like Ruan Zhi, just like I don't like you, forced to come."

Meng Xinghe lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time, then turned to leave the room.

As soon as he left, song Xijiao immediately sat down at the table with a sigh of relief, and her face was not pretty.

She doesn't want to say so unfeeling and cruel. She also knows that Meng Xinghe is a hero and has made great achievements in war. Even as a citizen of Daqing Dynasty, she should treat him well.

It's just that he's so narcissistic.

If you don't make it clear, there will be more misunderstandings in the future.

This is also good. To make it clear, even if she was a descendant of the Daqing Dynasty, she would no longer be afraid of being misunderstood by him, or be taken by him to make a big fuss.

……

Late at night, Meng Xinghe came to the top of the castle alone, looking at the distant starry sky.

At night, the Gobi is particularly cold, especially with the northwest wind. The hunting agitates his eardrum, and a white mist comes out of his mouth.In a few days, it will be winter.

The clothes of the officers and soldiers at the bottom are still very thin, and many of them have patches on their sleeves. This is no way out. The Treasury is in short, and almost all of the money allocated for the sword is swallowed up by Wang Yuhe. The rest of the money can be sent to the officers and men.

A few days ago, the emperor sent a hundred thousand dollars, which were distributed to every soldier, and there were no more knives left.

When the winter comes, it will be a time for these officers and men to spend their days like a year every day.

All of a sudden, a red figure came out of the room. She took a pot of fruit wine and two dishes of vegetables and sat down at the table in the yard. She was holding her chin, sipping and staring at the night sky.

What was she thinking?

Meng Xinghe looks at her expressionless, thinking of her dead husband, or her elder martial brother?

He doesn't believe either one!

Because along the way, he never saw and heard song Xijiao mention them once, let alone the sad and missing appearance.

If she really liked Ling Ziqing so much, shouldn't she often talk about it and write to him? But she didn't do anything. She didn't even have a token on her body.

However, if she didn't really like Ling Ziqing, why did she tell such a lie?

Soon, Meng Xinghe laughed at himself, but also why, just to let him die!

A bright moon slowly emerged from the clouds, toward the desolate next door, casting an extraordinary bright light, Meng Xinghe's eyes began to fall on the red figure in the yard.

Her present appearance was never shown in front of him, so lonely and fragile, as if a gust of wind could take her away

Oh!

Before he could react, he had already jumped down from the top of the tower and walked towards the red figure that was so pitiful.

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