Chapter 128 "Now, help me undress."

Night falls.

In the Zen room, the smell of blood and agarwood mixed together, carrying a strong sense of aggression.

The finger bones covering her throat were slightly white. If you followed the fingers down, you could see the string of Buddhist beads hanging on the wrist bones.

The golden patterns were intricate, and the Buddhist beads were pressed against her throat.

Pei Jingxu was stunned for a moment, with helplessness and panic in his eyes.

It seemed that he didn't expect that the Young Master would know such a "private" matter, nor did he expect that Guard Jiang would even tell him such a thing.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and the blush spread all the way to the tips of her ears. She lowered her eyes in confusion, her long eyelashes like colorful crow feathers, and her eyes flickered.

Her rosy lips pursed slightly, and she didn't know what to say, feeling helpless and bewildered.

With her fingers clenched on the hem of her clothes, Pei Jingxu called him cautiously in a soft voice.

There was a hint of fear in his tone.

Rong Jianxue's expression did not change at all.

The candlelight couldn't penetrate his eyebrows. He spoke very softly, stroking her delicate chin with his fingertips, and said slowly: "Undress, untie your belt."

There was a hint of panic in her clear eyes as Pei Jingxu stammered, "Serving Erlang... is what I should do..."

Suddenly.

She heard a very light sneer from the man above her head.

His emotions were unclear, but he spoke calmly, "My right hand is injured. Can you help me write a letter?"

She was trapped in his territory and could not move.

The force covering her throat disappeared, Pei Jingxu lowered her head and nodded hurriedly.

Turning around, she faced the table. The man was sitting behind her, and her petite body was easily covered by the man.

This angle made it easier for the man to notice the red marks on her fair neck.

There was a shadow in his eyes.

Pei Jingxu picked up the brush on the table with trembling hands.

Surrounded by discarded paper balls, she lowered her head, letting her long hair cascade down like a waterfall.

"What does your Excellency want to write?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Behind her, the man's eyes flickered as he looked down at her condescendingly: "My husband, my dear."

The fingertips holding the brush paused slightly, and a ball of ink dripped down and spread across the paper.

Pei Jingxu didn't even dare to turn around, and could only ask softly, "Sir, who is this letter... written to?"

He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, urging her: "Write."

Pei Jingxu was helpless and slowly put down his pen.

【Husband:】

Rong Jianxue was very tall, and even though she was sitting behind Pei Jingxu, she could easily see her handwriting.

"I have been away from you for a hundred days, and I have been unable to sleep day or night."

Pei Jingxu was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.

——Why does this sound so familiar?

"Every time I burn a paper horse, my clothes are stained with blood."

She remembered.

It was the letter she wrote to Rong Xuanzhou who "died in battle" when she still liked him!

Later, she was reborn and returned. She was copying scriptures in the Randeng Temple and "accidentally" met Rong Jianxue, but she didn't have the patience to copy too much, so she was lazy and put some letters from home in it.

Why did Rong Jianxue know the contents of the family letter?

Pei Jingxu moved his eyes, suppressed the panic in his eyes, and spoke in a trembling voice: "Sir, this, this seems to be Ah Xu's-"

"Yes, my heart has already found someone else, and I no longer have any feelings for you, my dear."

Pei Jingxu paused holding the brush, but did not dare to write another word.

Rong Jianxue clearly saw it, but still continued to speak, enunciating each word as if he were being tortured by slow slicing.

"All the past events, all the love and grudges, are of no consequence."

"grown ups!"

Hearing this, Pei Jingxu finally couldn't help it. He suddenly put down the brush in his hand and turned to look at the man!

Her eyes were slightly red, and she looked confused and puzzled, as if she didn't understand why he said that!

Rong Jianxue looked indifferent. He met her gaze with a dark look in his eyes. "What's wrong? It's just a letter."

Pei Jingxu pinched the center of her legs and tears rolled down her face.

She stared at the man in front of her, her tone filled with grievance and accusation: "Why did you peek at the letter Ah Xu wrote to her husband?"

Rong Jianxue sat upright without moving an inch, not even her eyelashes trembling.

Those eyes were like a dark whirlpool, bottomless, and frozen beneath them were incomprehensible emotions.

"Pei Jingxu," the man's voice was hoarse and silent. He pinched the woman's waist with one hand, and the already intimate distance between them became even closer. "I changed my mind."

The woman was stunned, as if confused: "What?"

The man chuckled, the emotion in his eyes seemed to be able to swallow her up.

"Now, help me undress."

The woman's eyes widened, and after she realized what was happening, she struggled to back away.

The man's hand was clearly injured, but he seemed to have no feeling. He held her waist tightly, as if it were made of copper or iron, without moving at all.

"Pei Jingxu, I'm injured."

He spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.

The woman's eyes misted. She placed her hands on the man's chest and said in a trembling voice, "If you are tired, I will call Jiang Hui to help you undress."

As she said this, she struggled a few more times.

That little bit of strength was as light as a feather to Rong Jianxue.

"Rong, Rong Jianxue!" The woman's eyes welled up with tears, and she was furious. "Let me go..."

She struggled with her waist, but smelled a pungent smell of blood again.

Pei Jingxu was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw the man's hand on her waist.

——The wound that had just been bandaged began to bleed again.

Seeing this, the woman frowned, and finally stopped struggling, tears streaming down her face.

"Sir, don't be like this..."

"A Xu is scared..."

Her voice was soft and tender, and she was clearly terrified, but she still subconsciously clutched the man's shirt.

Rong Jianxue's expression was indifferent and cold. She raised her eyes slightly and said, "Help me undress."

Pei Jingxu bit her lip slightly, and after a while, she finally whispered, "After you undress, will you let Ah Xu go?"

Rong Jianxue raised his chin, and the dark color in his eyes was like a tangled spider web.

He moved his throat and heard himself say, "Yeah."

Finally, the woman pursed her lips, and her two soft hands began to move tremblingly.

Rong Jianxue's belt is actually much more complicated than Rong Xuanzhou's.

As a civil official, he always paid attention to his attire.

The belt ends at his lower back.

Pei Jingxu was held in the man's arms. She bit her lip slightly, but had no choice but to bend down and lower her head. She put her hands around his waist and fumbled for the buckle of his belt.

The cool fingers, like a slippery water snake, slowly climbed up the man's slender waist, and then "helplessly" searched for the tie at the back of his waist.

Rong Jianxue supported himself with his hands behind his back, giving her a fulcrum to leverage, allowing her soft hands to caress his waist.

There was a mixture of gloom and darkness in his eyes, Rong Jianxue pursed his thin lips slightly, his expression flickering.

Finally, I found the joint with great effort.

Pei Jingxu reached out and untied the belt there.

"Click——"

The jade belt fell to the ground.

Pei Jingxu bit her cherry lips lightly, lowered her head and put some distance between herself and the man: "Is it, is it ok..."

Rong Jianxue looked calm and indifferent.

"Undress, Pei Jingxu."

"Help me take off my clothes."