Chapter 112 Gods and Buddhas Can’t Save Him

A deep itch came from my back.

The wound is itchy and unbearable when it scabs.

He didn't want to pay attention to the green.

Rong Jianxue closed her eyes slightly and frowned.

When I closed my eyes, I inexplicably recalled those absurd dreams from last night.

Rong Jianxue has always been rational and can clearly distinguish between dreams and reality.

Just as he knew clearly that in reality, she would never climb onto his waist and beg him to have pleasure with her.

——She loves her husband dearly.

Thinking of this, Rong Jianxue opened his eyes and all sleepiness disappeared.

Jiang Hui reported that she had been asked to stay in the guest room for the past few days.

He said, the second young master scolded the second young lady, don't just think about that kind of thing!

——She was looking forward to meeting Rong Xuanzhou.

Rong Jianxue's eyes were silent, and her gloomy eyes blended into the night.

The wound was sore and swollen, and his consciousness was not clear.

The scent of jasmine wafted from the pillow, and Rong Jianxue pursed her thin lips into a line.

Rong Jianxue still didn't want to care and forced himself to think about something else.

But no matter what he thought of, it seemed that it would always come back to her face.

The Buddhist beads on the wrist bones twirled, and the fingertips turned slightly white.

He has been chanting scriptures too frequently recently.

Whenever I felt restless in the past, I could just recite the Heart Purification Mantra twice silently and it would go away.

——She can’t.

She only made him more irritated.

She always said that she loved Rong Xuanzhou very much.

Rong Jianxue didn’t understand what cuteness was.

I don't believe it either.

He just felt a lump in his throat and was extremely irritable.

The subtle itch pulled at him.

I don’t know how long it took.

Finally, Rong Jianxue closed her eyes slightly, frowned, and picked up the piece of cloth on the pillow.

Rong Jianxue didn't want to think about why it had to be hers.

Why can't I suppress that little bit of emotion?

Why do I think of her at this time?

——He just wanted to get rid of his absurd emotions as soon as possible.

But then I saw the two mandarin ducks on the material again.

Flying together, playing in the water intimately.

So, if this little dress was not under him now, she might be wearing it at this moment, sleeping in the same bed with Rong Xuanzhou, spending a night of love, right?

When he thought of this possibility, the corners of Rong Jianxue's eyes turned bloodshot, and his eyes were so gloomy that it seemed as if blood could drip out.

An eyesore.

The Buddha beside him advised him to turn back from his wrong path and realize the truth as soon as possible.

He was lost in the three thousand pagodas covered with lotus flowers.

The water in the pool spread and surged, gradually swallowing him up.

The gods and Buddhas of the 480 temples of the Southern Dynasties were pressing forward step by step.

Countless statues looked down at him, compassionate yet puzzled.

He was also puzzled.

The water swallowed him up.

Suddenly, he saw her.

She reached out her hand, wanting to save him from suffering.

He stared at her for a moment, and the moment he grabbed her hand, he suddenly exerted force and dragged her into the pool.

Her face also showed fear and confusion.

Her lips trembled slightly, tears in her eyes, and she just looked at him in panic and confusion.

"boom--"

The mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the sea of ​​suffering rose, drowning the two of them.

Rong Jianxue's chest was heaving violently, one hand supporting the bed, his eyes were gloomy and cold, not a glimpse of light could be seen.

He heard someone beside him say a word of mercy to him.

Gods and Buddhas cannot save him.

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Pei Jingxu slept very well.

I was woken up by Hongyao early in the morning.

While helping Pei Jingxu get up, Hongyao said indignantly, "Miss, you didn't see that this morning, the Second Young Master asked the kitchen to take breakfast for him, Bai Shi, and the two children, and didn't prepare anything for you."

Pei Jingxu raised his eyebrows slightly, not angry or annoyed: "Is there no breakfast in the kitchen?"

Hongyao shook her head guiltily. "No more. The kitchen originally prepared enough, but Mrs. Bai said Nuonuo was weak and picky about food, so one child took away the food for three or five people."

Pei Jingxu chuckled: "There's nothing we can do. We can only go to the East Courtyard for free meals."

Since Rong Xuanzhou "came back from the dead" and returned safely, he naturally didn't have to observe the mourning period.

So early this morning, the Rong couple and everyone in the Rong family wore bright and festive clothes, and the place looked very bright and lively.

Hongyao also smiled and said, "Miss, would you like to wear that red dress you used to like? Your clothes have been too plain for more than a year."

"No need," Pei Jingxu said nonchalantly, "Just wear that plain white dress."

——She wanted to let Rong Jianxue know that even though Rong Xuanzhou was back now, she did not get carried away and show her "love" to everyone.

After changing clothes, Pei Jingxu pushed the door open and walked out.

Walking along the corridor, Pei Jingxu saw the "family" having dinner in the courtyard at a glance.

The little girl named Nuonuo seemed to be feeling better and sat obediently on Rong Xuanzhou's lap. Several of them sat under the sycamore tree, chatting and laughing while eating breakfast.

Hearing the noise here, Rong Xuanzhou looked over.

The smile on his face turned colder, Rong Xuanzhou frowned slightly, and said to Pei Jingxu, "Why are you up so late? Come and have breakfast."

Pei Jingxu hadn't eaten and didn't want to perform in front of them.

Nodding slightly, Pei Jingxu said softly, "That's not necessary. My husband and Miss Bai can do as they please."

Rong Xuanzhou's face turned a little ugly when he heard this.

He held Nuonuo in his arms and said in a cold voice, "Pei Jingxu, could you please stop pushing your luck?"

Pei Jingxu looked puzzled: What happened to her?

Rong Xuanzhou said in a deep voice, "Shu Tong had the kitchen prepare so much breakfast, and you're not eating a single bite. Who are you throwing a tantrum at?"

Pei Jingxu chuckled and looked around.

"When my husband said 'prepare breakfast', did he mean the leftovers from your meal?"

Pei Jingxu had become a little spoiled by Rong Jianxue during this period, so he couldn't control his temper and asked back.

"Pei Jingxu!"

Rong Xuanzhou put Nuonuo down and stood up quickly!

"Shu Tong kindly prepared breakfast for you, and not only did you sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor, you even took advantage of it!?"

Seeing this, Bai Shutong hurriedly stood up and said, "Brother Xuanzhou, it's my fault for not asking what my good sister likes in advance. You two shouldn't be angry over such a small matter..."

"Shutong, you don't have to reason with someone like that!" Rong Xuanzhou said coldly, "She's been spoiled and picky since she was little. She's just being petty. It has nothing to do with you!"

Pei Jingxu was wearing a plain white long dress. The dim morning light shone on her dress, as if covering her with a layer of soft gauze.

She was about to say something in rebuttal, but when she glanced at the figure approaching outside the gate, she immediately lowered her head with tears in her eyes.

"My dear husband, is this the kind of person I am in your heart?"

She asked unwillingly with a trembling voice.