Chapter 68 Chapter 68 [End] Don’t Let Go…

"You're leaving?"

Looking at the two people's clasped hands, Pei Huaiguang avoided his gaze for the first time, turning his face away as if he couldn't bear it, not wanting to see the shyness, guilt, or even disgust that might be revealed on Wu Jingxun's face.

He thought back to the past. His brother and his wife had held hands just like this, gently, without worrying about worldly etiquette or the opinions of outsiders. They were a legitimate engaged couple, and their future would be the closest thing to each other.

As time went by, things could no longer go back to the way they were before, but she was still willing to let him get close to her.

Pei Huaiguang's throat rolled slightly as he swallowed the bitterness in his heart.

Wu Jingxun looked at Pei Jinguang and took his hand away, motioning him to leave first: "I want to talk to him alone."

Pei Jinguang glanced at his brother's tense, handsome face, a small smile on his face. He reached out and patted his brother's shoulder, speaking gently and smilingly, "Talk to her nicely, don't scare her."

Pei Huaiguang met his gaze without yielding, sneering. Should he be thankful that his brother didn't just call her "Auntie"?

At this point, he doesn't care about a few more wounds.

Pei Jinguang didn't care about his brother's indifference to him. He turned to look at Wu Jingxun standing beside him and said softly, "I'll wait for you outside."

Wu Jingxun nodded slightly.

He closed the door from the outside. The room was very quiet. Daylight came in from the gap of the half-open window. The girl's soft and charming face was hidden in the flickering light and shadow. Pei Huaiguang found that he could not understand her.

"Am I not okay?"

Wu Jingxun looked over and saw an extremely handsome young man sitting beside the Arhat bed. A faint light and shadow fell in his pupils, and there seemed to be two flames dancing and boiling in his gaze.

Pei Huaiguang looked at her and repeated softly: "Am I not good enough?" So no matter how hard he tried, as long as Pei Jinguang appeared, she would leave him without hesitation and go to her true lover.

He was a very proud man, but he always showed his weakness in front of her, allowing her to trample on him at will.

Wu Jingxun still shook his head.

The next moment, her wrist was tightly grasped by him, and she fell uncontrollably into the familiar embrace of hers.

Pei Huaiguang clasped his hands tightly behind her back and hugged her so tightly that Wu Jingxun suspected he wanted to take the opportunity to strangle her.

Along with the uncomfortable squeezing feeling came his silent and terrifying sadness and anger like a tsunami.

His fingers dug hard into her soft clothes, and his chin rested on the top of her head. It was clearly a coerced posture, but Wu Jingxun felt his stubborn attachment and reluctance to let go.

Pei Huaiguang heard her sighing.

Her cool fingertips gently touched his face, which was as tense as a knife blade. Wu Jingxun's eyelids grew heavy, and her slender eyelashes swept across the silent room. "I'm not worthy of you doing this."

She is a heartless person. These worldly loves cannot bring her happiness, but only make her feel painful.

Pei Jinguang wanted to help her test Pei Huaiguang's feelings, to see how far he could go, whether he could treat her sincerely, whether he could withdraw without worry... He was a very good person, so good that Wu Jingxun felt ashamed of herself.

Both Pei brothers should have a bright future, and she should not appear in the fate of either of them.

It would be nice if I could leave with Pei Jinguang's help.

Wu Jingxun felt a little reluctant, not knowing whether she was reluctant to leave the bakery that always attracted many children to squat in front of the steps and drool, or she was reluctant to leave the small courtyard in Songzi Lane that was burned beyond recognition, or perhaps she was reluctant to leave the young man who almost developed a demon in his heart because of her.

"I'm leaving, so let yourself go."

She said this very seriously, with a calm and solemn look between her beautiful eyebrows, but it was particularly harsh to Pei Huaiguang's ears.

"Do you really like him that much?" The young man's voice became low and hoarse, revealing a sinister resentment, anger, jealousy, and the loss that he was no longer able, or willing, to conceal.

What did his brother have more than him? Just a marriage contract, a marriage in name only.

Is first come first served really that important?

Wu Jingxun frowned slightly and was about to speak, but all her thoughts were blocked by his kiss that fell like a storm.

Pei Huaiguang was eager to get her answer, but when he saw her lips opening and closing, he subconsciously wanted to escape. He eagerly and greedily absorbed her softness and sweetness, as if trying to remind her in this way that they had also had a time that could be called happy.

Wu Jingxun closed her eyes, raised her slender neck slightly, and endured his almost uncontrollable kiss.

"Don't go..." His voice was a little vague, like the honey slowly dripping from a honeycomb, "Stay."

The rebellious young man who grew up on the grassland put aside all his pride and bottom line at this moment, and expressed his feelings clumsily and eagerly, praying that she would be soft-hearted, change her mind, and stay with him forever.

The sticky and ambiguous sound of water stains was like the pervasive wind, arrogantly carried into the ears of the man standing in the corridor.

Pei Jinguang lowered his eyes, his expression indifferent. A scar on his left cheek destroyed his calmness, and added a subtle sharpness to his aura.

Cuiping huddled under the kitchen window, occasionally stretching her neck to peek a few times, with a worried look on her face.

If my son-in-law had come back two months earlier, things wouldn't have turned out like this!

Wu Jingxun never mentioned the story between her and Pei Huaiguang, but Cuiping pondered it in her spare time. Occasionally, seeing the girl's blushing face and silent eyes, Cuiping had a rough idea in her mind. He wasn't the only one with unrequited love between his wife and Pei's Erlang.

But looking at the scar on Pei Jinguang's face, and thinking of her wife's quiet yet stubborn nature, Cuiping couldn't help but sigh. At this point, she even had the bold idea of ​​having both, or neither.

Just thinking about the fact that her wife would have to mediate between two men again made her feel overwhelmed.

This incident caused...

While Cuiping was frowning, Pei Jinguang looked up at the sun hanging in the sky, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

There were three unhurried knocks on the door, and the two figures entwined in love on the Arhat bed paused.

"Banban, it's time to set off."

Wu Jingxun raised her head and noticed Pei Huaiguang staring at the tall figure standing outside the door with a gloomy expression. Noticing her gaze, he lowered his head and pressed forward again.

She stretched out her hand to cover his lips, pushed him away as his face gradually became gloomy, and fixed her hair.

Having just done something intimate, her pretty and charming face was flushed with a gorgeous blush, her eyes were shining, and she was stunningly beautiful.

But the tone of her voice was so rational and cold.

Pei Huaiguang didn't say anything, but looked up at her silently.

"Wendusu, this may be the last time I call you this. Take care."

Her final response to him was a kiss on the forehead.

The door opened and closed again, and the slender figure was swallowed by the gradually closing gap.

The room was as quiet as water. Pei Huaiguang sat there with his body stiff, a faint fragrance from her lingering around him.

It was not until the sun set and the light in the room became dim that he seemed to regain consciousness. He closed his five fingers and dug them deep into his palms.

He was holding a sachet.

The first time she gave him a birthday gift was when he was leaving.

Pei Huaiguang laughed softly.

Should he say that she was indeed heartless, or should he thank her for still wanting to keep him in mind?

The room gradually fell into darkness.

Pei Huaiguang closed his eyes and lay weakly on his back. The wound on his back was oozing blood. The fishy smell of rust gradually swallowed up the remaining faint fragrance. He did not open his eyes again.

She wanted him to let go, over and over again.

"I'm not what you want."

Looking at the darkness in the room, those amber eyes were frighteningly bright.

…

Jinling

After Wuxucong received the letter, he had no time to be happy. He was so angry at the content of the letter that his face turned blue.

He strode to Mrs. Tong's yard. Because they had a bad breakup last time, he moved out in anger and lived there for a while. The mother and son had not seen each other for a long time.

As soon as Mother Xu saw Wuxucong, she hurried over to him and stammered for a long time before telling him with a sad face that Madam Tong was harmed by a quack doctor.

The vein on Wuxucong's forehead twitched violently.

He inexplicably thought of the young man with wolf-like eyes who was guarding his sister.

Mrs. Tong is crazy.

Wu Xucong stood by the screen, watching her hugging a pillow, crying and laughing. Sometimes she gritted her teeth and told the "daughter" in her arms to remember the humiliation they had suffered, and sometimes she waved to the corner of the bed, smiling and asking her son to come over and eat the steamed buns she had specially hidden.

He was breathing slightly.

After a long while, he retreated and suddenly heard a cry that sounded like crying and laughing from behind. He turned around and saw Madam Tong holding the pillow tightly, muttering something with a pitiful expression, but the veins on her hand that were covering the pillow were popping out with such force.

Wuxucong didn't read any further.

It was all retribution. Their family deserved to be torn apart and suffer endlessly.

"Take good care of her. I will ask a doctor to come and see her."

Mother Xu took the bulging purse he handed her and quickly responded.

Wu Xucong was confused and after some hesitation, he decided to move back to the Wu Mansion. When he was about to go back to the house where he had lived temporarily before to get some things, he was scolded by the guards holding silver spears and long swords and had to retreat back to the mansion gate.

The storm is coming.

Wu Xucong frowned as he stared at the gloomy sky above him. What would happen if Pei Huaiguang got caught in the vortex? Did he leave a way out for her?

He wanted to send a letter to Pei Huaiguang to ask about this matter, but before he finished writing the letter, he learned that Jinling was under martial law and even the maids who went out to buy things were not allowed to leave through the side door.

No matter how terrifying the swords and guns of the Imperial Guards were, they could not stop the rumors from spreading quietly.

The people were saying privately that the one sitting on the throne was about to die, and after all the twists and turns, there was still no legitimate prince to inherit the throne, and the days to come would probably not be peaceful.

Jinling was in chaos for some time.

When the Empress presented an imperial edict personally written by Emperor Zhou Qing, declaring a seven-year-old child from the imperial clan the new emperor, the ministers were shocked. They were not only astonished by the fact that the child, of humble origin and usually unremarkable, had somehow found favor with the long-absent Emperor Zhou Qing, but they found it even more unacceptable that the Emperor had also left another imperial edict, which, in addition to appointing several important ministers to assist the young emperor, also specifically permitted the Empress and Princess Jincheng to attend court and administer government affairs.

Considering the rumor that the emperor and empress intended to let Princess Jincheng find a husband and make her the new emperor after she gave birth to a baby boy, the ministers thought that if Emperor Zhou Qing's body could not bear it, this would not be a rumor.

In comparison, the fact that the Prince of Pingning, who had died in battle long ago and was posthumously named Duke of Protectorate, suddenly came back to life, presented a blood letter to Emperor Qing of Zhou, and petitioned him to severely punish the rebellious generals in the army became less eye-catching.

Prince Rong's party has been eliminated, and the remaining remnants and the Zheng and Song families were confiscated and dealt with by Pei Huaiguang with thundering means. The land in front of the Meridian Gate has been washed with clean water countless times, and the mottled blood still stubbornly seeps into the stone slabs and has not faded for a long time.

Upon learning that Pei Jinguang had volunteered to guard the northern border, Pei Huaiguang tried to hold back, but in the end he couldn't hold back the anger that was rising in his heart, so he found him alone.

"Is this what you call loving and protecting her? You're asking someone to go to the northern border with you, to be blown away by the wind and eat sand. You're really something."

Pei Jinguang raised his eyes and looked at his brother who should have been full of energy but now had an angry look on his face.

Emperor Zhou Qing knew from the beginning that his body could not hold on for much longer. In order to protect his wife and daughter, he left them Pei Huaiguang's sharp and handy knife.

As the commander of Queming Guard and with Emperor Zhou Qing's will as a talisman, Pei Huaiguang was not as proud as outsiders imagined.

He looked at his brother and demanded an explanation from him harshly.

"Erlang, stop pretending." Pei Jinguang suddenly smiled, hinting at something. "You're eager to find fault with me so you can have a legitimate excuse to take her away from me."

Pei Huaiguang sneered and said nothing.

She didn't know where Pei Jinguang had hidden her. During the past two months, many unforeseen events had happened in Jinling. He didn't dare and didn't want to drag her into this vortex, so he forced himself to endure it and didn't try to find out where she was.

The timing is right now.

"I never promised her anything." Pei Huaiguang looked at his brother, his eyes burning with two fiery flames. "It's impossible for me to let her go."

Rather than asking him to give up, it is better to wish him a quick death. This may come true faster.

Pei Jinguang paused. "Banban didn't follow my instructions. She left with Cuiping, and I don't know where she went."

Pei Huaiguang clenched his fists.

The next moment, a gust of wind suddenly rushed towards Pei Jinguang. He nimbly avoided the attack and anger from his fellow brother, tightly clenched the fist wrapped in endless anger, and said in a deep voice: "Erlang, it's not that I don't want to fight with you."

"She didn't give me the chance to continue being stupid. My wife is dead at the bottom of the cliff, I know."

Such a bright and natural smile is a charming look that she would never show when she is around him.

"Erlang, I didn't lose to you." The tall and handsome man lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and there seemed to be a bit of bitterness in his mocking smile.

Pei Huaiguang's face turned stiff, his mind was in a mess for a moment, and he hesitated, not knowing how to take the next step.

She did not choose her brother... Why did she pretend to be very loving with her brother that day, trying to make him give up?

"...Thank you." If he were in his brother's shoes, Pei Huaiguang really couldn't guarantee that he would be as generous as his brother and willing to tell him this.

If it were him, he would just sneer and watch his brother looking around like a headless fly.

Love is inherently selfish. Pei Huaiguang only had room for Wu Jingxun in his eyes, leaving no room for anyone else.

His love is stubborn and overbearing, and naturally he does not allow Wu Jingxun to have a second person in his eyes and heart.

Pei Jinguang looked at the young man in front of him with an awkward but serious expression, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder after a while.

"Treat her well. Don't force her to do anything."

…

Where is Wu Jingxun now?

Pei Huaiguang was completely clueless.

Jinling, impossible.

Tongcheng...she is nowhere to be seen either.

No matter how good Pei Huaiguang's patience is, it will be tortured to pieces by the fact that he has gained nothing in many days.

Until the spring of the following year, he was ordered to come to the northern border.

On the grassland where he grew up, he met a girl who captivated his heart.

The wind blew up her pigtails that hung in front of her.

Pei Huaiguang felt a little sad and ran towards her.

His steps were getting faster and faster, even staggering a little.

Not until he held her in his arms again did Pei Huaiguang dare to close his sore eyes and feel the real presence in his arms.

"Wendusu, long time no see."

Wu Jingxun called out the name softly.

Pei Huaiguang responded softly.

"When you told me that this might be the last time you called this name, I thought it couldn't be the last time."

"I'll never let go."

Wu Jingxun slowly closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around his strong and thin waist, and hugged him tightly.

"I know." She had always known.

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The author has something to say: I’m sorry that this article took so long to finish. I’m very sorry to the little angels who followed me before. I will work hard to improve the quality of the article in the future [burst into tears]