Chapter 60 Helpless As soon as Jiang Yufu walked out of the room where Wen Ren Huai was imprisoned, his originally arrogant expression instantly collapsed, and the smile he used to fool Wen Ren Huai disappeared completely. She sniffed and walked forward step by step, looking like she was about to cry. On the one hand, she felt that crying was too embarrassing, and on the other hand, she felt uncomfortable. Jiang Yu pouted the whole way, with tears hanging in her eyes, and she didn't know how many times she cursed in her heart, "Annoying! Annoying!" Yuan Heng was standing under a tree at the entrance, holding a sword, waiting for her. Now that the most difficult problem was solved, he was finally able to relax the spirit that had been tense for the past few days. Standing straight, he glanced at the almost bottomless stairs at the entrance from a distance, closed his eyes and was about to relax his brain, but suddenly he heard a loud "Wow" with a crying tone from the bottom of the stairs. Yuan Heng suddenly came to his senses and rushed down the stairs with his sword in hand. Just after he took two steps, someone came up reluctantly from downstairs. He lowered his head and the other person looked up. Jiang Yu's pitiful appearance was completely seen by him. Both faces froze for a moment. Under Yuan Heng's increasingly helpless gaze, Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly curled the corners of his mouth downwards, vividly demonstrating to him again what it meant to cry out "wow". Yuan Heng's body moved down before his brain. Jiang Yugang howled twice, and when he saw him walking down, he closed his mouth and barely stopped crying. He pinched the corner of his sleeve and wiped his face randomly, and then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. He sniffed his blocked nose and walked up with his head tilted back: "Why are you here?"
What a shame! She rubbed her eyes angrily. Why would anyone come to the dungeon at this time! They met on the fifteenth step. Yuan Heng turned around and led her upstairs. He fumbled around and took out a white handkerchief from his storage bag. "There aren't many people in the front yard. Master asked me to come here and take a look." Song Lian's original words were that if Jiang Yu didn't come out for a long time, he would go down to check the situation. Wen Ren Huai was a man who kept talking a lot, which made people depressed and angry. If Jiang Yu couldn't bear it anymore and started fighting with Wen Ren Huai in the dungeon, he could still go down to help. Jiang Yu said "Oh", took his handkerchief and wiped his face carefully, then folded it in his palm and put it into the storage necklace: "Thank you, Senior Brother, I will return it to you after I go back and wash it." "It's okay." Yuan Heng carefully observed her expression. Seeing her sobbing, he felt that she looked really pitiful, but a smile appeared in his eyes involuntarily. "It's just an ordinary handkerchief." Because of his stuffy nose, Jiang Yu opened his mouth slightly to breathe. He looked up at him, then lowered his head to think for a moment, and took out a handkerchief of similar color from his storage necklace: "Then I'll give this back to you." The jade-colored handkerchief lay in the palm of her hand. Yuan Heng looked down and saw a small crabapple flower embroidered on the lower right corner of it, and a crooked "Jiang" character embroidered next to it with gold thread. It looked like a girl's personal item. Seeing that he didn't move, Jiang Yu shook it as a reminder, and spoke with a faint nasal tone: "This was embroidered by my mother. What she makes is the best in the world." Then he can't have it anymore. Yuan Heng thought, taking away what others like is not what a gentleman does. "No need." He smiled, "Mine is just an ordinary handkerchief, not like the one my junior sister has." "?" Jiang Yu sniffed, looked at the plain handkerchief in her hand, then looked at Yuan Heng's face. She didn't know what she was thinking. Suddenly, she blinked her eyes, her eyebrows drooped, and deliberately made a pitiful look and said, "You don't want it?" She looked at the handkerchief in her hand again, "In fact, I brought a hundred or eighty of these handkerchiefs. The handkerchiefs were bought by the Demon Lord. The crabapple flowers were also embroidered by the embroiderer down the mountain. Only the word "Jiang" was embroidered by my mother. She practiced for a hundred or eighty pieces, and I put them all away. To be honest, it's actually almost the same as yours." After she said this, she didn't feel as uncomfortable as before, and even her sobbing gradually became less and less severe. Only Yuan Heng was still at a loss: "Well, I——" Seeing that he was still going to refuse, Jiang Yu put away the artificial expression on his face, pouted his lips, and was about to repeat the scene just now: "Woo——" Yuan Heng's scalp suddenly went numb, and he quickly reached out to take the handkerchief from her hand, whispering, "Don't cry, I'll keep it." Jiang Yu withdrew his hand, glanced at the Qingman Sword in his hand, and asked, "Don't you like the thing I gave you?"
Her eyebrows were still drooping, the redness in the corners of her eyes had not completely faded, and her voice was still filled with an intentionally exaggerated cry tone, making her look pitiful. Even though it wasn't the first time Jiang Yu had used this trick, Young Master Yuan, who had always been watched from afar and rarely teased before meeting her, still couldn't handle this kind of situation. His ears blushed quietly, and he quickly said, "I didn't." Jiang Yu was no longer upset. Looking at Yuan Heng's appearance, he secretly laughed in his heart. He felt like teasing him. He stretched out a slender finger and pointed at the hilt of the Qingman Sword aggrievedly: "Then why don't you use the sword tassel I gave you." Yuan Heng was stunned by her teasing and had no idea what to do. He followed her white fingers to look at the hilt of the Qingman Sword. The Qingman Sword suddenly trembled slightly in his hand, quite spiritually. Yuan Heng pursed his lips, and in front of Jiang Yu, took off the white sword tassel on the Qingman Sword, and replaced it with the silver sword tassel she had given him before, which was made of Lan silk thread that was rare in the Three Realms. After doing all this, he looked at Jiang Yu as if he wanted to seek some proof. Jiang Yu didn't expect him to be so straightforward, without even having to go back and forth with her for a few rounds. Her pitiful expression froze for a moment, and when she saw Yuan Heng looking over, she sniffed again and said in a delicate voice, "I'm glad that you don't mind, Senior Brother." After she finished speaking, the expression on her face that she used to win Yuan Heng's heart slowly returned to normal. Although the redness in the corners of her eyes had not completely faded, a smile had already stained her eyebrows. Yuan Heng breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, as he was helpless with her. He saw that Jiang Yu's mood had improved, thought about her appearance just now, and wanted to ask her about what happened in the dungeon, but was afraid of making her sad again. If he asked, he was afraid that his mood, which had just improved, would be ruined again. If he didn't ask, he was afraid that Wen Ren Huai had deliberately provoked her and left a thorn in her heart, which made her cry so sadly just now. Yuan Heng walked beside Jiang Yu, turning his head to look at her from time to time, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself. Jiang Yu endured it all the way. He clearly looked like he had something to say, but when she looked over, he kept his mouth tightly shut. She had endured it for so long because she originally wanted to see what he wanted to say, but she didn't expect that he could hold it back so long. In the end, she was the first one who couldn't hold it back. Jiang Yu sighed slightly, stopped, and turned his head to accurately meet Yuan Heng's gaze again: "Brother, do you have anything to say to me?" (End of this chapter)