When Shangguan Ze walked back, Ning Cheng knew that he had fallen into a huge trap.
He said in a low voice, "Shang 'er, you lied to me."
"What did I lie to you about?" Shang 'er asked innocently.
"Your killer said that you were forced to be a slave!" Yes, Ning Cheng was not calm at this moment.
"So you came to save me?" Shang 'er asked with a chuckle.
Ning Cheng was at a loss for words and fell silent.
Shang 'er still couldn't bear to let go of him, as if she was afraid that this guy would run away if she let go.
Shangguan Ze couldn't bear to see Shang 'er throwing herself at him like this. However, he didn't know what Shang' er and this guy called Ah Cheng had in the past. Since this guy had sold himself to save Shang 'er, at least he had a heart.
He stood just inside the door and didn't go near. He said mildly, "Ah Cheng, it's settled then. You can sign the slave contract with my sister. "
Ning Cheng didn't answer. He was deep in the wolf's den, so it was useless for him to argue. He was especially silent.
After Shangguan Ze left, he said to Shang 'er in a low voice, "Are you done?"
His voice was especially fierce. Shang 'er was really scared. She let go of him resentfully and stood behind him, not knowing what to do.
"What's going on?" Ning Cheng asked.
Shang 'er sighed. "Let's talk inside."
After entering the house, Ning Cheng smelled the strong smell of alcohol. Shang 'er then remembered that she was making wine.
She hurried to the table and heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that the wine at the bottom of the pot hadn't been completely burned. "Thank goodness, thank goodness. This is a three-hundred-year-old snow sculpture that my brother found for me."
Ning Cheng glanced at her but didn't say anything.
He was addicted to alcohol, but it didn't affect him much. He didn't get drunk with his own wine, nor did he covet other people's cups.
Shang 'er poured a cup of wine attentively. "Try it. It'll definitely suit your taste."
Ning Cheng didn't take it. He said Coldly, "What's going on? Are you going to tell me or not?"
"Drink the wine first, then I'll tell you." Shang'er smiled slyly. Not to mention Ning Cheng who was familiar with her methods, even those who were not familiar with her would guess that she had tampered with the wine.
"Speak!" Ning Cheng's patience was running out.
"Are you afraid I'll put something in the wine?" Jen'er quipped.
"Yes." Ning Cheng nodded without hesitation.
"Hey, who do you think I am?" Shang'er was a little angry.
"Aren't you?" Ning Cheng asked again.
As soon as she finished speaking, Shang 'er splashed the wine in her hand onto Ning Cheng's face. She said very seriously, "Ah Cheng, let me tell you, you, Shangguan Shang' er, have indeed grown up among men! But I'm innocent, clean and pure. You can look at me however you want, but you can't treat me as that kind of woman! "
Ning Cheng froze in place, allowing the wine to slowly flow down his cheeks. His long eyelashes were wet, blurring his vision.
This scene, this moment, was so familiar, yet so distant. It had clearly happened a few years ago, but it was so distant that it seemed to have happened in his previous life.
He even clearly remembered that the wine was cold a few years ago, but the wine today was warm.
The angry face from a few years ago seemed to overlap with the angry little face in front of him. He blinked subconsciously to take a closer look, but the water droplets on his eyelashes fell as he blinked. He took a closer look at the face in front of him. It was clean and beautiful, and … there was no anger, only a smile.
Shang'er was smiling.
Shang'er was originally full of anger, but seeing Ah Cheng's silly look, she couldn't help but laugh. She didn't expect that this fierce and cold man would actually be scared by her one day.
She handed him a handkerchief. "Sorry, I did it on purpose."
Yes, she said, "I did it on purpose."
"You!" Ning Cheng really didn't know what to do with this woman.
He didn't take her handkerchief, but pulled up his sleeve to wipe the wine off his face. He didn't know if he was angry, blocked, or helpless in his heart, but he unconsciously let out a long sigh.
"Okay, you drank this cup of wine. I'll tell you what happened." Shang'er sat down and seriously told the truth.
Ning Cheng listened in disbelief. He hadn't recovered yet when Shang'er brought paper, ink, and brush to him. "Write it. My brother agreed to let me go, so you can write the slave contract for me."
Ning Cheng snorted. If he signed it, it would definitely be the worst deal he had ever made in his life.
He stood up. "Since you're fine, I'm leaving. Let's never see each other again."
Shang'er was anxious. She grabbed his right hand and stuffed the brush in. She warned, "You promised yourself! If you don't write it, I promise you won't be able to leave the Shangguan family's door! "
"Don't make a fuss." Ning Cheng said indifferently.
"It's fine if you don't write it, but you have to live with me." Shang'er said again.
"I can't do it! Don't bother me anymore. "Ning Cheng said word by word seriously.
"You obviously care about me. Why won't you admit it?" Shang'er was really anxious. The indifference in his eyes made her afraid.
"I just pity you."
Ning Cheng put down the brush and walked around Shang'er. Shang'er couldn't hold his right hand, so in a hurry, she grabbed his left hand and clasped his fingers.
Ning Cheng slightly stiffened. He didn't struggle like before when his right hand was held. Instead, he said sternly, "Let go!"
"I'm not letting go!" Shang'er stubbornly said.
"What do you want for you to let me go?" Ning Cheng had never been so sullen in his life, being controlled by a woman.
Shang'er sniffled. She was obviously anxious to the point of tears, but she still looked willful. "Say you like me. Say it, and I'll let you go."
Ning Cheng fell silent.
Shang'er was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "You can never say it, but you can stay forever."
Ning Cheng really had to hand it to this woman. "Why do you have to do this?"
"I like you!" Shang'er answered calmly.
As she answered, she unconsciously tightened her grip on his hand. At this moment, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with Ning Cheng's hand.
She hurriedly let go and took his hand for a closer look. She exclaimed, "Your hand …"
At first, she thought that he was deliberately stiffening his hand because he was resisting. However, when she tightened her grip, she realized that something was wrong. The stiffness of his hand wasn't intentional. It was just like that from the beginning.
"What's wrong with your hand?" Shang'er asked anxiously. "Did Han Xiang hurt you?"
Ning Cheng didn't say anything. This hand … this arm was destroyed for the cause of Western Qin's restoration. In the palm of his hand was something that belonged to a Western Qin princess. Now, there was no Western Qin, only Great Qin. There was no Western Qin princess, only Great Qin's empress. And this hand of his had become a habit. If Shang'er hadn't reminded him, he … would have forgotten.
What he remembered was done on purpose.
What he got used to was forgotten.
Ning Cheng was immersed in his own world, but Shang'er was so anxious that she was about to go crazy. She pulled on Ning Cheng and kept asking, "Tell me, did Han Xiang hurt you? Where are you in pain? Say something! "
She pulled on him and examined him from head to toe. "Can you say something? Where else are you hurt? I won't force you anymore. Can you say something? "
Unable to get anything out of Ning Cheng, Shang'er let go of him and strode out of the door. "Bro … Bro … Help me kill Han Xiang!"
"Shang'er!" Ning Cheng hurriedly called out to her.
Shang'er turned around and Ning Cheng's heart clenched. Because he saw the usually cheerful, heartless, sharp-tongued Shang'er with tears streaming down her face …
"I … I'm fine. Han Xiang didn't hurt me. "He didn't even realize that his voice had become much gentler.
Shang'er hurried back and asked seriously, "Then what happened to your hand?"
Ning Cheng looked at her and became serious as well. He said, "Shang'er, not only am I blind, but my hand is also crippled. What do you like about me?"
"I like that you beat me," Shang'er blurted out. Perhaps this wasn't the reason. She didn't know why she liked him either.
Ning Cheng smiled bitterly. "There are many people who can beat you."
"But I met you!" Shang'er answered stubbornly.
"You don't even know who I am and you dare to like me?" Ning Cheng asked again.
"I don't like you because of who you are," Shang'er answered.
Ning Cheng usually bickered with her. After so many years of bickering, he had never lost. But today, he was rendered speechless again.
"Tell me who you are!" Shang'er asked.
Ning Cheng didn't hesitate and revealed his identity. Shang'er exclaimed, "So you're Northern Li's Great General! The master of the Ning family! "
Seeing her reaction, Ning Cheng couldn't help but laugh. "It's not too late to know now."
Shang'er slapped his hand. "Ning Cheng, I admire you the most among the Great Qin's Great Generals! You haven't lost a single battle in Northern Li. How did you do it? Why did you leave after winning the fight? I've always hoped that you would become the King of Northern Li and attack Wintercrow to destroy Yue Zheng. "
Ning Cheng raised his brows at her. He hadn't expected her to pay attention to the war.
"Did you injure your hand on the battlefield?" Shang'er asked seriously.
"You could say so," Ning Cheng replied indifferently.
Shang'er pulled his hand over again. Ning Cheng wanted to dodge, but she wouldn't let go.
Shang'er couldn't understand. "How did you injure yourself? Why can't you move your hand?"
A complicated look flitted across Ning Cheng's eyes. He said indifferently, "Let go and I'll tell you."
Shang'er really did let go. Ning Cheng took out a dagger and cut a small wound on his palm to extract a golden needle.
Shang'er couldn't help but cover her mouth in fright. "This needle … Where did it come from?"
"It belongs to my master," Ning Cheng replied truthfully.
"The Great Qin's Empress, Han Yunxi?" Shang'er was surprised. "Why did you hide it in your palm? Even if your arm is crippled, you can't go through so much trouble, right? Is this needle very precious? "
"This golden needle is …"
As Ning Cheng spoke, Shang'er took out a handkerchief to bandage his wound. She flicked his finger and then squeezed his palm.
Before Ning Cheng could finish, Shang'er interrupted, "After taking out the needle, my hand seems to be able to move!"
"Yeah, I can move it, but I don't have the strength," Ning Cheng replied.
Shang'er hurriedly took his hand and interlocked their fingers. "It's okay if you don't have the strength. It's fine as long as you can hold my hand."
She tightened her grip on his hand on her own accord before asking, "What did you say this golden needle was from?"
Ning Cheng looked at his tightly clasped hand and didn't say anything for a long time.
Shang'er was actually scared out of her wits. She was especially afraid that he would shake her hand off and leave. So, she was also silent.
She didn't know what Ning Cheng was thinking, but he slowly lifted their interlocked hands and placed them on his lips. Then, he kissed the back of Shang'er's hand.
He said, "Shang'er, I'll stay. I only have one condition. "
Shang'er was elated. She stared at her hand that was being kissed and was probably drunk. She didn't even ask what the condition was and replied, "I agree!"
Ning Cheng couldn't help but roll his eyes at her. He said, "Forget my identity. I'm just Ah Cheng."
Shang'er agreed readily. "I wasn't involved in your past, so of course I can forget!"
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