Cut off the peach blossom

Chapter 25: Cutting off Peach Blossoms

In the Peng family's private prison, Peng Zuoyuan came in late at night to deal with the affairs of Qionglai.

"I will accept it if the captain wants to kill me or chop me up."

Peng Zuoyan sat down with her legs spread, and placed her narrow dagger against his cheek. She asked in an unusually frivolous tone, "You seduced her with such a slutty face?"

Qiong Lai turned his face away and said, "Kill me if you want. I won't accept your insult."

"What did King Zhen give you? If you really succeed, how will King Zhen ridicule me?"

"You've already found out everything, why are you asking me?"

Peng Zuoyang played with the dagger, muttering the words "King Zhen", with a look of desire to get rid of him.

Jiang Tongzhou set up a trap to humiliate him and attacked people around him at will. Jiang Kaiyuan was too lewd and private to be considered an ally of the Jiang brothers and sisters.

"Tell me, you are so bold as to touch the people around me, how should I deal with you?"

Qionglai was tied to a stick rack, his white inner clothes had turned grayish yellow, his face was becoming increasingly haggard, his drooping hair could not hide his flawless skin, which was soft but not feminine, a face of youth and beauty.

Peng Zuoyao asked himself and answered, "What is most important to you? I will destroy you."

"If you want to row, Captain, please row faster."

"Oh."

Peng Zuoyan had no such intentions. He leaned back and said, "You think you can navigate the gap between Prince Zhen and the Peng family. It's just an overly pretty face. Isn't your self-proclaimed extraordinary brain what you really care about?"

Qiong Lai was struck by what he said. He looked at him with his eyes full of emotion, and there was a hint of resignation on his face.

Stepping into the house, Yi Huan didn't even rest, "What did you do to him?"

"Are you questioning this captain?"

"Forget it."

The more Peng Zuoyao thought about it, the more he couldn't swallow it. He raised his index finger and accused her, "You're fickle and fickle. I even promoted you to my second wife, and this is how you repay me?"

"Are you blindfolded? Can't you tell right from wrong?"

Peng Zuoyao snorted coldly, taking her question as a defense of Qionglai, and said sarcastically, "You like the powerless Chao Lanyu, and you also like Qionglai who approaches you with a purpose. Do you want me to send you to the underworld to fulfill your wish?"

"Why do you mention him?"

Yi Huan retorted with a pair of angry eyes, "I don't like Qiong Lai, I only like him. You have no right to mention him, and you have no right to belittle him."

The three words "Chao Lanyou" were always on her mind. Yi Huan was not only angry but also disgusted with herself.

She could say she was reluctant to stay with Peng Zuoyang, but what about her situation? To others, she was his concubine. How could her temper and tantrums not be the interest of a husband and a concubine? They had been tied together for a long time, and it was hard to explain.

"Don't forget your identity!"

"Don't forget what you did."

Her voice trembled as she enunciated each word, and her anxious eyes revealed the resentment he was all too familiar with. Peng Zuoyan hadn't intended to be angry, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Ah Huan, don't you really know what I want to hear?"

"If you don't believe me, I can tell you a thousand times. I'm not like you, with a ton of wives and concubines."

Peng Zuoyan heard something strange and pressed the issue, "Are you jealous? Did you hear that I was going to marry a girl from the Cui family?"

Yi Huan looked puzzled, "Do I look like him?"

"I expected Ah Huan to be able to withstand temptation. Qiong Lai was ordered by King Zhen to approach you. He will not bother you again in the future."

Yi Huan guessed that Qiong Lai would probably not have a good ending, so he moved his fingers but did not say a word of pleading.

As for Qionglai, she is mostly a spectator and really has no deeper emotions.

"Ah Huan, do you know? Taming a hound isn't about using love to persuade it, but about breaking its stubborn bones. I'll then put them back together. That way, she'll be mine, body and soul."

With his hands on her shoulders, Peng Zuoyan treated her as his prey, with a look of control on his face and in his mouth.

"If a bird's bones are broken, it will die. I can bear the pain, but I will hate it."

Yi Huan looked at him through the mirror and said calmly, "It wasn't yours before it was broken, and it won't be yours even after you die."

Peng Zuoyan sneered, then leaned closer and asked, "Is your love enduring, or is your hatred unchanging?"

"It's different. Love is about remembering. If there is no hatred born from love, there will be no ties."

Long-lasting hatred is also a kind of emotion.

Peng Zuoyan wanted to be tied to someone, whether it was love or hate, he just wanted this person to stay by his side, to talk and move, to occasionally fight and scold, to confide in each other, etc. But she didn't agree.

"But Ah Huan, to me, hate and love are equal. If you hate me, you just can't leave me."

Yi Huan looked at her with mocking eyes. The dim bronze mirror reflected his blurry eyebrows and eyes. His broad shoulders loomed over her, and the controlling look in his eyes came through the mirror.

Arrogant and blindly confident.

When the news of Qionglai's suicide came, Peng Zuoyang hummed a song, looking like he was in a good mood.

"Did you hear that? Ah Huan, Qiong Lai is dead."

Yi Huan put down his jade robe and lost his desire to eat. "The sin of killing is too great. How can you sleep at night?"

"Ha, whether I can sleep or not, you and I sleep together every night, don't you Ah Huan understand best?"

"No one understands you as well as your mother!"

"I'll just handle it with care this time..."

Yi Huan interrupted angrily and corrected him, "Are you letting me go? It's obvious that I have nothing to fear and I have nothing to do with you. That's why you didn't get angry. Otherwise, I would have been the one to die in this news."

Peng Zuoyan laughed in surprise and said gently, "Ah Huan really understands me. Take the incident in Qionglai as a warning. You are mine, and no one can get close to you."

"You are so pathetic. I can't stay by your side willingly. You can only use the power you have."

He grabbed the back of her hand and pulled it towards him. He intertwined his fingers with hers with his right hand, his eyes full of possession and unquestionable power. "Ah Huan, I have the right to control you. It's my ability. You can't escape because you don't have the ability."

"Hmph, twisted logic."

Many people say that the bright moon expresses longing. Yi Huan lay on the rattan chair, looking at the crescent moon hanging high above her head with an expressionless face. It must be that two people at opposite ends of the world are gazing at the moon at each other and expressing their longing for each other. The person she misses cannot appreciate the moon with her.

I don’t know if I can see the same scenery in the underworld.

"Whoa!"

When Peng Zuoyuan stepped into the yard, he saw her face, which was paler than lead powder, and he didn't recognize her at first.

Yi Huan turned his head and glanced at him, "You are so ignorant."

"What is this? Just on your face?"

"Nourishes the skin."

Peng Zuoyan sat down next to him, watching with interest, "Why don't you put it on your body? Wouldn't it be more comfortable if it were as white as jade?"

His thoughts were about to jump out. Knowing that he was talking about the comfort there, Yi Huan rolled his eyes and said nothing.

Peng Zuoyuan rubbed the palm of his right hand, and looked at the girl who was resting with her eyes closed with a dark and indistinct look in his eyes, his mind filled with unspeakable pleasure.

The noise last night was not serious, and Peng Zuoyan woke up early. He placed his left hand on her waist and abdomen, moving it back and forth unconsciously.

"Ah Huan, it's time to wake up."

Peng Zuoyang tapped lightly with his right hand, teasing her lightly or shallowly with his fingers, kissed her chin with his lips, and bit down with his eyes narrowed.

“What are you doing!”

Yi Huan held down his restless hands, his hazy eyes still filled with sleepiness.

Peng Zuoyan approached her and deliberately bumped into her, "Ah Huan, help me."

"No! I want to sleep. Go find someone else to extinguish your desire!"

Pulling her closer by the waist when she tried to escape, Peng Zuoyan sat up with his upper body naked, placed his arms on both sides of her, and looked at her with an attitude of enjoyment.

He nodded his chin slightly, saying, "If you won't help, use something else."

Yi Huan slapped away the finger that touched his lips and cursed, "Use your uncle!"

Peng Zuoyan lowered his body and pressed down on her, holding up her restless head and kissing her. The heat in his head was burning uncontrollably. His eyes were blurred and stubborn, and he was determined to make some noise in the bed for a while.

"Ah Huan, you are my concubine. If I want to do something, you must be obedient and cooperate with me..."

Yi Huan used his elbow to block the blow and hit back, "You little concubine, I am your father!"

"Ah Huan is taking advantage of me because he's an elder."

Peng Zuoyan's right hand touched her knee, and he pushed it away without saying anything. He grasped her wrist and said, "Ah Huan, you didn't enjoy yourself enough yesterday. Let me make it up to you."

"You don't understand what I'm saying... No..."

Peng Zuoyan still remembered what she said about feeling sleepy, so she leaned in and said, "After this is done, you should get some more sleep and catch up on your sleep."

The most suitable temperature in spring is slightly cool, not too hot and sticky, nor too cold and shivering. Yi Huan only opens his eyes after getting enough sleep every day, and sits in the yard and hears the voice coming from the other end.

"Why is it so lively today?"

"Auntie, today is Grain Rain, and the Cui family is visiting. They are all curious about the future wife and want to take the opportunity to go and see her."

Yunhu realized something was wrong after she finished speaking. Madam Cui was the future wife of the Peng family, so wouldn't their concubine still be a concubine? Mentioning these things would only make the concubine sad.

"I said the wrong thing."

Yi Huan laughed out loud and said without any blame: "What's there to be ashamed of?"

"Auntie, aren't you angry? You've been with my husband for so long, but the Cui family got there first."

"Yunhu, don't say such provocative words again. Watch out for your head."

The latter subconsciously covered his neck and nodded in fear.

Yi Huan didn't care about this sentence, but he couldn't stop others from using it to make a fuss. There would definitely be more people in the backyard in the future. Yun Hu was outspoken, and they were the ones in danger.

"You are a servant of the Peng family. No matter how opinionated you are, you cannot criticize your master. Walls have ears. If something goes wrong, it will be too late."

Yun Hu bowed and listened carefully, "I understand, Auntie."

A master and a servant were walking quietly on the street. Coincidentally, Yi Huan lowered his eyes and saw a square jade ring and ribbon dropped from a girl in a blue and green dress in front of him. Just as he opened his mouth, he heard a voice calling from behind.

“Eh…”

"My wife..."

Yi Huan turned sideways and looked at her face clearly, his expression turned ugly. Although they were far apart that day, he could still see roughly what she was. It turned out that she had met Cui Luan by chance.

A really embarrassing scene.

Cui Luan dealt with the current matter first and ordered, "Pick up the lanterns and return them to the lady in front."

"yes."

Looking at her, Cui Luan smiled friendly and said, "What a coincidence, we saw it at the same time."

Yi Huan didn't want to say much, he was distant and quiet, he smiled faintly and agreed, "It's a coincidence."

The lantern came back quickly and said several words of thanks.

Cui Luan nodded to her and was about to leave. Yi Huan suppressed the urge to step forward to stop him. She wanted to stop Cui Luan and tell her about Peng Zuoyuan's real experience, to prevent her from jumping into the fire pit.

Don't marry Peng Zuoyan. He's not good at all.

But Yi Huan didn't say that Cui Luan was still looking forward to getting married in the next nine months. She extinguished Cui Luan's fantasy and did not reply to his letter. She would only think that she was not fulfilling her duty as a concubine and was trying to monopolize her husband's favor.

Forget it, Yi Huan turned his gaze away from Cui Luan's back, maybe he would respect others.

Cui Ping, who was waiting in the carriage, saw the meeting and asked curiously, "Sister, do you know each other?"

"No, it's a coincidence."

"Looks like a good figure."

Cui Luan stopped going up the stairs and warned, "Don't do anything stupid."

Cui Ping looked downcast, "I was just giving a comment."

"Didn't you see the attendant following her from a distance? It's normal for a woman to travel with a coachman and a servant, but that attendant is alert and threatening. There must be something strange going on. Don't provoke him."

Cui Ping had come into contact with girls in their twenties before, all of whom had different figures and tastes. He had just spoken too much to her on a whim, but after hearing what Cui Luan said, he immediately gave up the idea.

"I'll listen to my sister."

Autumn and summer have passed, winter is far away, and March, the beginning of spring, is the day for the wedding ceremony.

On the night before the wedding ceremony, fireworks were set off over Chang'an City. Those who knew the reason knew that it was because of the marriage between the Cui and Peng families the next day.

The sound of firecrackers in the mansion was closer. Peng Xun was leading the way in setting off colorful clay sculptures. The smell of gunpowder in the backyard was not too strong.

Yi Huan leaned on the recliner, closed his eyes, and the noise in his ears became weaker and weaker.

The calmer he was, the more depressed he felt. Yi Huan didn't want to explode, nor could he find an opportunity to fight. He could only suppress the anger in his heart. The longer he suppressed it, the deeper the loneliness in his heart became.

After moving his fingers, Yi Huan lowered his gaze and opened his eyes.

Peng Zuoyan watched from the side for a long time, with pity in his eyes.

He thought that Yi Huan had followed him from Guanghan in Yizhou to Chang'an, where no one knew her. She could only rely on him. When the girl from the Cui family came into the mansion in the future, he had to pay attention to Yi Huan's situation and not let her down.

"Dalangjun."

Yunhu came out of the house, holding the warm medicine and bowed.

"Give me the medicine."

Stirring the dark brown medicinal soup, Peng Zuoyan sat down and said, "I'll come over and take a look at you."

"I don't need you to look at me."

"Open your mouth and I'll feed you medicine."

Yi Huan glanced at him inexplicably, took the bowl with one hand and drank a few sips. Peng Zuoyan seized the opportunity to put a candied plum into her mouth, and deliberately licked the medicine drops on her lower lip with his thumb.

Hearing her low cough, Peng Zuoyang sighed, reached out and patted her back gently, and said worriedly, "Call the doctor to come and see her tomorrow. She's been suffering from a cold for half a month and still hasn't recovered. What kind of quack is this?"

She didn't say anything, and Yunhu agreed.

When Yi Huan recovered, Peng Zuoyan, thinking of the wedding tomorrow, asked, "Are you unhappy?"

"Can I fade out of your sight? You are getting married soon, and I should fulfill my duties as a concubine."

Peng Zuoyan looked unhappy and avoided answering: "Ah Huan, you are still you. You will be the same as you are now."

Yi Huan sneered and looked at him with sarcastic eyes, "That's really touching."

"Ah Huan, don't even think about leaving. As long as I'm here, you must be here too."

Covering her sarcastic eyes, Peng Zuoyan leaned over and hugged her tightly. Feeling her heartbeat from the left side of his chest, he closed his eyes quietly.

He would strike a balance. If Cui Luan was sensible, he would just keep her in the Peng family as a facade. The position of a wife was honorable, but she could not be confided in. Now his emotions were more inclined towards Yi Huan, who had nothing.