Chapter 16 Fearful in the Spring Night (2)
His voice was soft, but Nie Wushuang’s heart was like a soul-stirring song from hell. She felt a shiver in her heart. The man could see that she had recognized his identity!
Then, would he kill her next to prev
ent his identity? Nie Wushuang thought for a moment that people like him would not kill for such a trifle. So, she was like a bull must be taken by horns and climbed out.
“Gong…Gongzi…, I… I just came to shelter from the rain, I don't know anything.” Her voice was hoarse, cowardice and pathetic.
The man had a faint smile but not smile looked into her eyes. The woman in front of him was shabby, dressed in untidy clothes, with a black ash face, could not see the true face. It’s just that these eyes, though red and swollen with crying, but gorgeous, like spring water, bright and clear.
He suddenly smiled: “Guniang is intelligent, it's pitiful that you fell on hard times. Chun Zhi, give her something to eat.”
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The maid named Chun Zhi was obviously very unwilling. She hummed and took a pastry from an exquisite food box and handed it to Nie Wushuang.
"Here you are! Why don't you thank our master!" Chun Zhi's lush hand crossed in front of her. Nie Wushuang didn’t pick up but looked away, even if the stomach was burning, but the still made her unable to take up the food from the alms.
When did xiaojie, who had dignity and her father once was a chancellor, like her fall to such a low level?
“Don’t eat?!” Chun Zhi's eyebrows quirk up, she snorted: “I give you a face but don't want a face. So don’t eat it!” She turned her hand, the whole box of pastry fell to the ground, stained with dust.
The man looked at the scene in front of him with a smile, his amber eyes have a glint of fun. He does not reprimand his own maid, it seems to quite be common.
Nie Wushuang shivered. Knowing that so-called “self-contained” at this time might make this unidentified man in front of her more suspicious, she quickly lowered her head, reached out and picked up the pastries on the ground in silence, then whispered: “Thanks gongzi for bestowing this to me.”
“Why don’t you eat it?” Or you still cursing our master in your heart?’ Chun Zhi seemed to be interested in her and satirized half-heartedly.
Nie Wushuang looked up quickly and looked at her coldly. Chun Zhi was elated. She could not help staring at her beautiful eyes, filled with anger and power were so cold like a frost that she couldn’t help but tremble in her heart and step back.
Nie Wushuang drooped down, picked up a dirty pastry and said, “I dare not.” then ate it. The delicious pastry was mixed with sand and eaten like hard stir-fried rice in her mouth. She chews it carelessly and swallows it. The sand was still in her throat. She wanted to vomit, forced herself to continue eating.
Chun Zhi had nothing to say when she saw her like this. She scolded her in one word and hurried to go back to serve her master. The rain dripped down for a long time, and eventually, it was getting smaller.
The party had gone. When the temple returned to its desolated and silence, Nie Wushuang moved to the place near the fire, the warmth came, and she gradually felt the warmth.
The fire was wavering, the cracking sound of firewood, on her cheek had a line of clear tears flowed quietly down her face.
公子 (gōng zǐ) means son of a feudal prince or high official
小姐 (xiǎo jie) means young lady, miss, ladyship