Chapter 69: Erlang is not here, Ah Xu is really scared...

There were lightning and thunder, and a thunderstorm.

In the study room of the East Courtyard, Rong Jianxue was reciting scriptures.

Yes, it’s not copying scriptures, it’s reciting scriptures.

After he came down the mountain, he rarely recited scriptures anymore.

In his opinion, chanting scriptures is more focused than copying them, but there is nothing important in the court that is worth his concentration by chanting scriptures.

The scent of flowers still lingered on my right hand.

When the fingertips twisted the Buddhist beads, the beads with agarwood scent were also tainted with a hint of floral fragrance.

It just won't go away no matter what I do.

The Buddha saved the world from suffering. He simply saw her pain and took action to rescue her.

That's all.

"Sir, are you still awake?"

Outside the door, Jiang Hui knocked on the door.

Rong Jianxue stopped what he was doing and slowly opened his eyes: "Come in."

Jiang Hui pushed the door open and walked in, bowing and saying, "Sir, I have sent the Second Lady back to the West Courtyard."

"Yeah." Rong Jianxue responded, but no emotion could be heard from her.

Jiang Hui scratched his face and said cautiously, "Um... when I was escorting the Second Lady, there happened to be a thunderclap. The Second Lady... seemed very scared?"

Rong Jianxue raised her eyes: "What happened to her?"

"The Second Lady... was holding Miss Hongyao. She seemed to be very frightened and even crying."

Rong Jianxue pursed her lips and frowned, but said nothing.

Jiang Hui scratched the back of his head and muttered, "Second Madam said she asked the kitchen to make some tranquilizers, and she should have taken them by now."

Hearing this, the man nodded: "Well, let her do it."

Let her do it?

What does "let her" mean?

Jiang Hui didn't quite understand, but seeing his master's expression, he didn't ask any further questions.

"Then...I will take my leave first."

"Um."

Jiang Hui stepped back and the door closed again.

Rong Jianxue sat upright at the desk, his gaze moving from the scriptures on the table to the Pixiu pen holder.

[Sir, Ah Xu is afraid of thunder...]

[Sir, can Ah Xu go back with you?...]

[Your Excellency is the best man in the world.]

"Shut up." Rong Jianxue interrupted in a deep voice.

He is not the best in the world.

Rong Jianxue closed her eyes slightly, pinched her eye sockets with her hands, and her eyes were cold and silent.

"Boom—"

Another thunder exploded!

Rong Jianxue suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, raised his foot, and pushed open the door.

The next second, his sight suddenly fell on the eaves outside the door.

I saw a woman in a plain white long dress, standing there like a bright moon in the dark rainy night.

Although she was under the eaves, the hem of her skirt was still soaked.

It seemed that she had not yet figured out how to knock on the door. When the door opened, the woman was like a frightened cat, her clear and clean eyes fixed on the man.

"grown ups……"

Tears welled up in her eyes.

Even Rong Jianxue herself didn't know why she could easily tell whether it was rain or tears on her face.

Like that day, the kitten he picked up from the Randeng Temple on a rainy night.

She curled up in the corner pitifully and obediently, looking at him intently with a pair of frightened eyes.

"Erlang is not here, Ah Xu is really scared..."

【The Buddha fell into Mara's trap and will never be reborn.】

Rong Jianxue pursed her lips tightly, her eyes and brows looked like they were hit by cold rain, and her emotions were unrecognizable.

She was wearing so thin that the wind and rain could easily show off her graceful figure.

She was wearing an outer coat, but it made her look even more fragile and vulnerable.

Rong Jianxue placed one hand on the door frame, her knuckles turning white.

“Wow—”

The rain is pouring down.

All dharmas arise from causes and conditions, and cease when the causes and conditions are exhausted.

Shouldn't.

Buddha said, no.

Rong Jianxue stood tall and graceful, with her hands behind her back, her eyes flickering.

The candlelight in the study illuminated the woman's stunning face. She was still crying, her tears mixing with the rain.

Rong Jianxue looked at her.

Buddha said, no.

The hand slowly opened the door and made room for her: "Come in."

He seemed to hear the Buddha sigh heavily, and then said, "Buddha, have mercy on me."

Pei Jingxu stood still and said, "Sir, can you give Ah Xu a lecture?"

Timidly, more like a request.

She knew that there had to be a "proper reason" for the two of them to be in the same room at such a dark night.

Rong Jianxue's eyes darkened: "If I say no, will you still come in?"

He didn't even know what he was getting at.

As if she didn't expect him to refuse, Pei Jingxu stood outside the door, her eyes shaking and full of mist.

Tears are not weak.

——Tears are her murderous weapon.

for a long time.

It took so long that the light of hope in the woman's eyes gradually disappeared. She lowered her head, as if thinking about how to leave.

finally.

"Come in, there are still some omissions in the account book that I haven't finished explaining."

A man's deep and cold voice came from above my head.

Pei Jingxu raised her eyes, and her eyes were bright again. She wiped the tears from her eyes and finally walked into the study.

The soft temperature and warm yellow candlelight enveloped her.

Pei Jingxu's dress was wet, so she took off her coat, and the thin clothes made her figure more prominent and graceful.

Rong Jianxue frowned slightly.

He turned around and casually threw a robe to her from the side: "Put it on, it's cold in the room."

Pei Jingxu did not expose his "excuse", but thanked him softly and put on the robe that smelled of agarwood.

She sat down at the desk again, in the same position where she usually studied accounting.

Rong Jianxue also slowly sat down and put away the scriptures on the table.

Pei Jingxu said softly, "Is the Master copying the scriptures?"

Rong Jianxue said "hmm" without further explanation.

He took out the account book from the side and placed it between the two of them.

"There are some trivial things that are rarely used in daily life, so today is a good time to teach them to you."

"Thank you, sir..."

Pei Jingxu curled up her body, and even her voice was soft and gentle, for fear of displeasing the man.

Rong Jianxue poured two cups of hot tea and pushed them in front of her.

Her clothes were also a little wet, and the cold wind blew, and the woman subconsciously shrank her neck.

The door was open.

On weekdays, whenever he and she were in the study, the door was always open.

The melon field does not accept the shoes, and the plum blossoms do not hold the crown.

Rong Jianxue has always respected her reputation, and even when they were in the same room, he was open and honest, never hiding anything.

The candlelight in the room flickered a few times, and a cold wind blew into the room, making her figure even weaker.

She frowned and sneezed a few times.

Rong Jianxue frowned.

He stood up again and walked to the entrance.

He placed his hands on the door frame, closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his vision was clear.

——He closed the door.

"Sir..." Pei Jingxu's eyes flickered as he spoke cautiously, "It will damage your reputation."

Rong Jianxue said calmly: "You will catch a cold."