Chapter 30 Chapter 30 First Release

This was said in a rather unlucky way, and everyone couldn't help but glare at Pei Huaiguang.

How do you talk?

Pei Jinguang didn't look at him, only at Wu Jingxun. "Twenty boxes of jade-cup wine have been buried under the locust tree in the Marquis' mansion for over ten years, waiting to be unearthed in two months. How can we waste it? Erlang, wait, and then you'll have the chance to enjoy it to your heart's content."

The people of Jinling have always had the custom of drinking wine when they get married. The better and more wine the man prepares, the more it represents his respect for the woman.

They started preparing wine ten years ago, and it was twenty boxes of jade-cup wine, which probably cost more than a hundred gold coins.

Tsk tsk, if this gets out, who would dare to say that Prince Pei is dissatisfied with this marriage?

Wu Jingxun naturally knew that those words were directed at her, but she always felt a little helpless about this kind of thing. She just bit her lip and did not respond to Pei Jinguang's gaze that was always on her.

Pei Huaiguang's cold eyes swept across the girl's earlobe, which was as red as jade. "Thank you for your trouble, brother. I should toast you."

The host should show respect to the guests, and the younger brother can also show respect to the older brother in return.

Pei Jinguang said tactfully, "I'm afraid it won't be convenient that day. If Erlang wants to drink, I'll have a drink with you later."

As for why they couldn't drink with him on the wedding day, the guests naturally had a consensus that it was enough to drink the fine wine prepared by the host and celebrate the auspicious day of the wedding of a beautiful couple together, but they couldn't get the groom drunk and delay the wedding night.

Pei Huaiguang had never attended a wedding banquet in Jinling, but when he first wandered to the grassland, he had nothing on him and was extremely hungry. He sneaked into the tent of a couple who were having a wedding, hoping to steal something to fill his stomach. However, he was discovered by the people of that tribe. They were angry at his thieving behavior and almost lifted him up and threw him to death. It was the bride who saved him and handed him some dried meat.

Women on the grassland would not wear green clothes and golden crowns when they got married like Jinling did. In Pei Huaiguang's vague memory, the appearance of the grassland bride was already blurred. He only remembered that she wore a red Gesang flower on her hair.

This is a rare color in Pei Huaiguang's memory.

The purple pearl on my chest was feeling hot again.

Pei Huaiguang stopped talking, and Pei Jinguang had no intention of discussing these things in front of everyone. With these few words, he managed to ease the tense mood of everyone who had just had the tunnel gate closed. He glanced at Wu Jingxun, walked down, and whispered to his personal soldiers about countermeasures.

Pei Huaiguang stood silently aside, but seeing Wu Jingxun calm and composed, and even minding to use the medicine Pei Jinguang had just given her to bandage the wound of another girl, the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but raised his chin slightly: "Aren't you afraid at all?" Did she trust Pei Jinguang so much that he could take her out safely?

It has come to this point, what's the point of being afraid?

Wu Jingxun used a little force to tie the silk handkerchief. Seeing that the blood stopped flowing and Chen Tage's complexion looked much better, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When she felt relieved, she was stunned for a moment before turning to look at Pei Huaiguang.

Because she didn't answer for a long time, the boy's beautiful face, which seemed to be covered with frost, looked even more ugly.

Wu Jingxun saw this and suddenly felt that he looked like a persimmon covered with frost.

She smiled slightly.

Why laugh?

Pei Huaiguang didn't know, he guessed that this might be a mockery of him.

Yes, in the eyes of the world, his brother was perfect and omnipotent, so she naturally believed that he would lead her out of danger, and they would get married smoothly, fall in love, have children, and even grow old together.

Wu Jingxun's voice was emotionless. "It doesn't matter if I'm afraid or not. If Second Master Pei is free, why not go and help Prince Pei with some advice? If we can escape safely, we will be very grateful to Second Master Pei."

To be honest, Wu Jingxun was a little surprised to see him go down to the underground palace with him.

But that subtle emotion disappeared completely in the constant sarcasm and weirdness he displayed today.

I'm just free.

This time, Pei Huaiguang really understood the hidden disgust in her words and turned away without saying a word.

Huang Meizhu seemed to have noticed something. She held Wu Jingxun's hand and muttered, "Jingxun, your brother-in-law has a strange temper. He won't bully you all day after you get married, right?" She heard that Madam Qiong of the Pingning Marquis's Mansion was partial and doted on Erlang, who had just returned home from being lost. Huang Meizhu was really worried that her new friend would be wronged in the future.

Before Wu Jingxun could say anything, Huang Meizhu said with a smile, "I saw that Master Pei was very nervous about you today, so it should be fine. If your brother-in-law does something wrong, tell Master Pei and ask him to teach his brother a lesson."

Wu Jingxun laughed.

Pei Huaiguang had extraordinary five senses and took in all of Huang Meizhu's words clearly. He then patiently slowed down his pace and listened intently for a long time, but did not hear Wu Jingxun's rebuttal. He felt sour and swollen in his heart.

...This marriage may not be successful yet, and she began to worry that he would become the only misfortune in their happy marriage.

The stairs were narrow, and Pei Huaiguang was furious. When he reached the end, he accidentally kicked the robe that was winding behind the wizard who was curled up and muttering to himself. The wizard, who was originally just muttering something in a low voice, seemed to have suffered a great injustice. He suddenly stretched out a hand as dry as an old tree root from under his black robe painted with patterns, pointed at Pei Huaiguang, and laughed strangely.

What's wrong with this old charlatan?

Pei Huaiguang crossed his arms and gave him a solid kick.

The wizard suddenly went crazy and jumped up from the ground. Just when everyone thought he was going to commit murder, the wizard just started dancing around Pei Huaiguang, his hands clenched like chicken claws, singing and dancing. The scene was quiet for a while.

Wu Jingxun couldn't help but curl his eyebrows as he looked at Pei Huaiguang, who was surrounded by wizards and whose face became increasingly cold.

It's nothing, it's just that the scene is a bit humorous.

Just when Pei Huaiguang's patience was about to run out and he was about to kick the wizard again, the wizard raised his voice, low and hoarse, with an inexplicable ominous feeling: "I figured it out, I figured it out, your fate... seems like a tangled mess of threads."

Pei Huaiguang had a blank expression on his face. He would never believe in the fortune-telling theories that were the favorite of the charlatans.

But the wizard then pointed his finger at Wu Jingxun.

Pei Huaiguang paused for a moment, and the knife that had been silent for a long time was raised again, pointing directly at the wizard.

Another sword light also came suddenly.

Wu Jingxun saw the wizard suddenly pointing his finger at him, and then pointed his finger at Pei Jinguang.

What is this doing?

The wizard let out a strange, hoarse cry like a crow, as if laughing: "The threads of fate of the three of you are entangled together. Interesting, interesting... The nobles of the Jin Dynasty are most particular about etiquette and laws, but you three are trying to mess it up..."

Before the wizard could finish his words, a wound suddenly appeared on his neck.

Pei Jinguang coldly retracted his sword, his handsome face stained with blood. The man who had been so calm and composed suddenly took on a hostile aura that made people afraid to look directly at him. "You are spreading rumors to confuse the people, and you deserve to be killed."

Everyone didn't know what to say for a moment, and there was an awkward look on their faces.

Wu Jingxun, who was deeply involved in the topic, pursed his lips tightly, and was quite disgusted by the evil words that the wizard had just said.

A woman is entangled with two men. According to fortune-telling, what good ending can it have?

Everyone was silent for a while, with a lot of thoughts in their minds.

The wizard's companions suddenly jumped up, muttering to themselves, and were extremely excited, as if they were casting some mysterious curse on them.

Pei Huaiguang was holding his breath. He didn't know why the dead wizard suddenly said such words. He had originally scoffed at the theories of ghosts, gods and fortune-telling, but now he was a little shaken.

The fates of the three people are intertwined... Does that mean that she still can't break free from him and he still has a chance?

Pei Jinguang looked at Pei Huaiguang thoughtfully, frowning, "Erlang."

Pei Huaiguang finally came back to his senses: "What?"

The handsome young general, with an even more formidable aura than before, pointed his sword at the wizards and said, "Shut their mouths! Stop them from speaking nonsense and misleading people."

It is actually best to let personal soldiers do such things.

But Pei Jinguang insisted that the other person involved in the evil words do it.

He would not tolerate the possibility of this rumor slandering his future wife, so he wanted to nip this matter in the throat of the people present, and Erlang's inappropriate thoughts must not be revealed at all at this time.

Pei Huaiguang had never been a docile and obedient person, but now he kept his mouth shut and just took the cloth ball handed to him by his personal guard. He was angry in his heart, and his hands were even more rough. One after another, he blocked the mouths of those wizards who were still chanting angrily.

The guards searched for a long time but could not find any exit from the underground palace except the previous tunnel.

Completely isolated in the underground palace, the air gradually became thinner, not to mention that there were so many people here. The girls who had lost blood and were injured earlier already had obvious discomfort on their faces.

Someone complained, "Could it be that the others came to this underground palace by taking the ladder? Otherwise, why is there no trace at all?"

Because of the previous incident, Wu Jingxun, who habitually lowered his eyes to reduce his presence, suddenly raised his head.

His eyes just happened to meet Pei Jinguang's who was looking at him from afar.

Pei Huaiguang's eyes were sparkling, and he wanted to stare over, but when he thought of the girl's extremely tense look just now, after a moment, he drooped his thin eyelids in disinterest.

"The ladder to heaven and the underground palace are closing."

Pei Jinguang had an idea and whispered a few times with his personal guards. Soon, more than a dozen personal guards stood in a row in an orderly manner, like a row of shaky but firm and indestructible "ladders to heaven".

Their hands touched the roof of the underground palace, which was painted with large mural patterns.

Hidden beneath the craftsman's exquisite painting skills and rich colors, there is another mechanism.

The half-length cloaks worn by the bodyguards on their backs found a new use. Under the chattering instructions of the girls, the taciturn soldiers quickly twisted them into a long and tight cloth ladder.

The girl who was originally dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked stunning now looked a little disheveled. Her face and body were covered in blood, and her hair and jewelry were shaking, making her look a little clumsy.

But she was smiling, smiling because she was about to escape.

Perhaps, he was also happy that the dozens of boxes of jade wine in the Pingning Marquis Mansion would not be wasted.

Pei Huaiguang withdrew his gaze and felt that his brother, who was giving orders from the side, was giving him a silent warning.

He twitched the corners of his mouth.

No one knew that when they learned that the tunnel gate was closed, everyone was disappointed and afraid, but a strange idea emerged in his mind -

If they could stay in the underground palace forever and sleep underground, then could he and she be considered classmates in death?

In this case, it doesn't matter if he has no status. He will use up his last bit of strength to win the chance to lie next to her.

Pei Huaiguang never feared death. If he could get her, it wouldn't matter if he died now.

But she seemed to still want to live.

Pei Huaiguang could only regretfully suppress the darker and more manic thoughts in his heart.

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The author has something to say: Today’s diary mini-theater——

Wu Banban: People still have to be active (By the way, the medical books are not read in vain, happy

Pei Da: Damn charlatan!

Pei Er: You damn charlatan, can’t you just die soon?

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Thanks to the nutrient solution irrigated by the little angel Yue Ye, thank you very much, look at Xiaowan's mysterious movement and bow 360 degrees (づ￣ 3￣)づ