Chapter 102: Unsuitable Thoughts

The arms gripping his waist tightened.

Pei Jingxu cried bitterly, even her sobs were only intermittent sobs: "You, you clearly know that I'm scared..."

He specially asked the dancer to dress her in an exotic masked dress and claimed that he would play the piano to accompany her.

Obviously, they have thought of countermeasures.

Pei Jingxu was of course very satisfied with Rong Jianxue's approach, so when she cried to him now, she was venting her feelings as if she had survived a disaster, telling him all her "grievances".

She wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice aggrieved and trembling: "You clearly know..."

She buried her head in his chest, and the man's clothes were wet.

She hugged his waist, tightening her grip, as if she was placing all her trust and reliance on him.

Rong Jianxue lowered her eyes, and he stretched out a hand, lifted her chin, and made her look at him.

His eyes were dim and his emotions were unclear.

She was still crying, her eyes were red and her eyes were tearful, which made me feel sorry for her.

He frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking about, and then he slowly said, "Stick out your tongue."

The woman was stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on, but she obediently did as she was told, like an ignorant kitten.

Tears soaked her eyes, like a pool of moonlight, swaying gently.

The man looked down at her condescendingly. He sat upright on the seat of the carriage, looking up at him in confusion.

Rong Jianxue narrowed her eyes, her expression mixed.

There was a surge of emotion in his eyes, but after a while, he just asked in a hoarse voice, "Does it still hurt?"

The woman blinked, as if she trusted the man in front of her as always.

She shook her head and spoke incoherently: "It doesn't hurt anymore..."

After she finished speaking, she sniffed unhappily again: "You, you are not allowed to let the prince come to the East Courtyard in the future."

Rong Jianxue responded, "Okay."

"If he comes, my Lord, drive him out!"

Rong Jianxue readily agreed: "Okay."

Pei Jingxu hugged the man's waist tightly: "The prince has a bad heart..."

Rong Jianxue narrowed her eyes, and a hint of darkness flashed across them.

"It seems that he didn't learn anything I taught him."

When saying this, Rong Jianxue's tone turned cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

Pei Jingxu also lowered his eyelids and did not respond.

Pei Jingxu felt a little jealous of Shen Qianfan, this bastard, when he thought that he would become the ruler of the world in the future.

As her body gradually regained its warmth, Pei Jingxu remained hunched over the man's lap, her voice soft, "Will His Majesty blame you, sir?"

Rong Jianxue's eyebrows softened slightly, and she said nonchalantly, "No, Your Majesty is already overjoyed."

Pei Jingxu murmured, "Why don't you ask me, sir?"

Rong Jianxue lowered her eyes: "What do you want to ask?"

"There's a rumor in the capital that Ah Xu can't play the piano, chess, calligraphy, or painting. Why don't you ask me how I learned to dance on the drum?"

Rong Jianxue said hoarsely, "Will you be unhappy if I ask you?"

Pei Jingxu's eyes flashed with cunning, and his eyes flickered: "It's a secret. Even if you ask, Ah Xu won't tell you."

Upon hearing this, Rong Jianxue just smiled and said nothing.

"Thank you for helping me, sir. If it weren't for you tonight, I don't know what to do..."

Pei Jingxu raised his eyes and looked at the man seriously, his eyes clear.

Rong Jianxue lowered his eyes to look at her, then calmly turned his gaze away: "Let's go, we're home."

The carriage stopped outside the Rong Mansion.

Rong Jianxue got off the carriage, turned around, and helped Pei Jingxu get off the stool.

As soon as they entered the Rong Mansion, they saw Rong Baimao with a sullen expression, his pair of cold eyes staring straight at the two of them.

The smile on Rong Jianxue's lips faded a little.

He turned slightly to look at Pei Jingxu: "You go back first."

Pei Jingxu glanced at Rong Baimao and then looked at Rong Jianxue worriedly.

Rong Jianxue gave her a soothing look, and Pei Jingxu nodded.

She bowed towards Rong Baimao and turned to walk towards the east courtyard.

Seeing this, Rong Baimao widened his eyes and opened his mouth to call her!

"Father," Rong Jianxue said calmly, his voice cold and indifferent, "I have something to tell you."

Rong Baimao frowned and turned to look at Rong Jianxue with a look of surprise on his face.

…

Rong family ancestral hall.

Rong Baimao held the whip in his hand and sternly said to Rong Jianxue, "Kneel down!"

Rong Jianxue smoothed down his clothes and knelt straight in front of the ancestral tablet.

"Rong Jianxue! Do you know what you are doing!?"

Rong Baimao leaned forward and lowered his head, his pupils contracted violently, and he stared at Rong Jianxue with bloodshot eyes!

Rong Jianxue's face was calm, and her voice was normal: "I know."

"You know!? You know!" Rong Baimao growled, "Do you know that the prince had already made up his mind to have Pei perform on stage tonight?"

Rong Jianxue raised her eyes, her gaze cold and solemn: "So, father also knows about this, right?"

Startled by the cold look Rong Jianxue gave him, Rong Baimao was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed. "Rong Jianxue, by doing this, aren't you clearly going against the Crown Prince?!"

"Our Rong family has never participated in factional disputes. How will the Crown Prince view you for your actions today?"

Rong Jianxue said solemnly, "So, father wants to push the Pei family out to protect the Rong family's reputation as a clean family?"

"How outrageous!"

The bowl-sized whip suddenly fell down and hit the man on the back!

In an instant, a tear appeared on the luxurious robe, and blood oozed out from the clothes.

Rong Jianxue frowned slightly and pursed her thin lips.

"You, me, and your mother are the closest relatives! Are you going to become an enemy of the prince just for the Pei family?!" Rong Baimao shouted loudly, his voice harsh and ruthless!

Rong Jianxue's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was cold: "The Rong family's family precepts state that anyone who enters the Rong Mansion is a member of the Rong family. You must not favor one over the other, which will only create resentment."

"Are you trying to teach me a lesson?!" Rong Baimao swung his whip again, his anger on the verge of bursting out!

“Snap—”

The sound of the whip piercing the flesh was particularly clear in the silent night.

He pointed at Rong Jianxue and shouted, "Rong Jianxue, let me ask you! Do you, do you have any inappropriate thoughts about that Pei family member?"

quiet.

There was dead silence.

The ancestral hall is a place where incense is always burning.

The incense smoke curled, rose, rolled, and finally disappeared.

At the highest point of the ancestral hall, there is a Buddha statue, which seems to be Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

After rolling his eyes, Rong Jianxue looked up at the Bodhisattva who was standing high up with lowered eyebrows and kind eyes.

"Do you have any inappropriate thoughts about Pei?"

Her long eyelashes trembled a few times, and Rong Jianxue narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he saw the Bodhisattva lowering his eyes and meeting his gaze.

He touched the Buddhist beads on his wrist bone again.

Every word and every syllable of the gold-embossed Sanskrit on it were Buddhist scriptures that he had copied hundreds and thousands of times and memorized by heart.

"Do you have any inappropriate thoughts about Pei?"

The Buddha said, from delusion comes love, and then illness arises.

Buddha said, if a person is filled with desire and does not see the truth, it is like holding a torch and walking against the wind; he will surely burn his hands.

The Buddha said, you love my heart, and I pity your beauty. Because of this cause and effect, we have been entangled for hundreds and thousands of kalpas.

"Do you have any inappropriate thoughts about Pei?"

Her eyebrows and eyes were inexplicably outlined in front of him.

She curled her eyes and called her softly.

"Rong Jianxue."

ah.

There were thousands of Buddhas chanting in his ears, and the Buddhist beads on his wrist bones became hot, as if to force him to come back to his senses.

He chuckled and finally understood something.

So that's how it is.

It turns out that it was because that was a thought that shouldn’t have been there.