Chapter 15 Chapter 15 I only want my sister in this life.
Qiao Tang continued to cry silently.
Pei Chengjue licked his tears with regret, holding her in his arms as lightly as if she were a treasure in the world. "I was wrong, sister, please forgive me."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Tang knew that the matter of secretly leaving the palace was over. She stopped crying in time, cooperated with him, raised her neck, and let him kiss her to his heart's content.
The carriage drove smoothly towards the palace. Qiao Tang was kissed for a long time before Pei Chengjue let her go.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and Pei Chengjue smiled and said, "Sister, you left the palace without permission, which made me very anxious. How do you plan to make it up to me?"
After not seeing each other for several days, he missed Qiao Tang so much that his heart ached. He said this just to find an excuse to do something.
Qiao Tang wanted to struggle, but when their eyes met, he could still see bloodshot in Pei Chengjue's eyes even in the dim light.
He was really exhausted. He must have finally found time to rest. He wanted to go back to Taiji Palace to hug Qiao Tang, but Qiao Tang secretly left the palace. He took the trouble to look for her, so he looked tired.
Qiao Tang slowly turned his gaze away, "I will leave it to your majesty to punish you."
The more stern his words were, the weaker his body was along the way. Pei Chengjue was really too much and kept making trouble for a long time.
When they finally returned to the palace, he wanted to carry Qiao Tang out of the carriage, but Qiao Tang, her cheeks flushed like sunset clouds, insisted that he get out first, "It's still daytime, Your Majesty, please don't act silly."
She straightened her clothes in the car and opened the curtain. Pei Chengjue stood beside the car with a smile on his lips, and stretched out his long arms to catch Qiao Tang, "Please get out of the car, Miss Qiao."
In public, he never hesitated to show his affection for Qiao Tang.
The guards around turned their backs and lowered their heads; no one dared to look.
The redness on Qiao Tang's face that had faded suddenly reappeared, and he secretly thought that he would never fulfill Pei Chengjue's wish.
Seeing that she was hesitant to move, Pei Chengjue raised his eyebrows, suddenly moved closer, put his arms around Qiao Tang and hugged her down.
Qiao Tang cried out in surprise and quickly hugged his neck tightly, cursing him several times in his heart, "Your Majesty, please put me down!"
After Pei Chengjue put her down, she immediately took a few steps away, her cheeks and neck all red. "Your Majesty, please go and do your work. I'm going back to Taiji Palace."
She ignored Pei Chengjue's reaction and walked very fast. When she arrived at Taiji Palace, she found that there were many more guards around the palace.
It seems that Pei Chengjue has arranged many people to guard her tightly in order to prevent her from sneaking out of the palace again.
Before she even stepped into the palace gate, Nanny Wang and the others came rushing to greet her, "The young lady is back."
Nanny Wang's lips turned pale as she embraced her and came in, her voice trembling as she said, "Young lady, please don't do this again in the future. His Majesty, he, he..."
Nanny Wang was trembling against Qiao Tang's body. Qiao Tang knew that Pei Chengjue must have been angry, so he held Nanny Wang's hand and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, it won't happen again in the future."
Nanny Wang was worried, "Your Majesty, have you hurt the girl?"
“No.”
Qiao Tang lowered her eyes and slowed down her pace. She found it hard to imagine Pei Chengjue getting angry. Pei Chengjue had always treated her with tenderness and compassion.
"That's good. It shows how much your Majesty cares for the young lady."
Nanny Wang was delighted for a moment. Qiao Tang's heart was stirred after hearing this, but he suppressed it again.
She never allowed herself to think about useless things. She turned around, changed into a light red dress, and went to rest.
Two days later, Pei Chengjue finished his spring hunting patrol and had some free time, so he sent someone to pick up Qiao Tang and take him to the Qinzheng Palace.
Qiao Tang picked up the brocade bag containing the perfume powder and went to see Pei Chengjue discussing matters with his ministers, so he went into the warm room first.
She changed the incense in the censer, and when the incense mist was burning in the room and the familiar fragrance filled the air, she discovered that there was an extra musical instrument stand next to the armchair.
There was a piece of burnt leaves on the piano stand, with a bright lacquer color and rounded edges, which made Qiao Tang's eyes light up.
She walked over slowly, stretched out her fingers and was about to pluck the strings, but fearing to disturb Pei Chengjue, she only stroked the strings lightly.
This is a new guitar.
She looked at it carefully, and suddenly her eyes focused. It turned out that there was a word "Tang" engraved on the dragon pool of this new zither, with iron painting and silver hook.
This is the piano for her.
Qiao Tang's eyes flickered. She heard footsteps behind her and was embraced in a warm embrace. "Do you like it, sister?"
Qiao Tang nodded slightly, loosened the hand that was holding her, reached out from her waist, and hooked the strings of the zither with his fingers, and a clear sound flowed out.
"Sister, what do you think of this zither?"
Qiao Tang smiled, "Very good, I wonder who made it?"
"If I tell you that, it'll scare my sister."
Pei Chengjue turned her around to face him, lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. As their breaths tangled, she moved away uncomfortably, "Your Majesty, please stop playing dumb."
"This is not a riddle. Sister, haven't you been curious about this person before?"
Qiao Tang thought for a moment and guessed that it was Wei Ruomei's brother, but he didn't want to answer too quickly and make Pei Chengjue unhappy, so he just shook his head pretending to be ignorant.
Pei Chengjue laughed and said, "Sister, you have a bad memory. Wei Qing has given you a harp for free."
Qiao Tang was secretly surprised to find that it was really him. Pei Chengjue continued, "I heard that Wei Qing is not only an excellent zither player, but also quite good at making zithers, so I asked Wei Qing for one."
"Mr. Wei spent a year making this zither. When he heard I wanted it, he generously gave it to me. I personally engraved my sister's name on it."
Qiao Tang was helpless about his snatching behavior, "I'm afraid Lord Wei is not generous, but has no choice but to give it up."
Pei Chengjue laughed, "Sister, you are always pitying others, why don't you pity me?"
Seeing that his words were getting more and more outrageous, Qiao Tang couldn't help but change the subject, "Then, Your Majesty, have you found a famous teacher for me?"
"How about I teach my sister?"
Pei Chengjue pressed down, forcing Qiao Tang to rest his waist on the piano, and suddenly a burst of chaotic sounds were heard.
Qiao Tang struggled to raise her eyes, but her heart trembled when she met Pei Chengjue's dark gaze. Was this piano teaching? Wasn't this just him forcing her to sit on the piano and do whatever he wanted?
After a while, Pei Chengjue stood up, picked up Qiao Tang and sat her in an armchair. "Okay, don't be angry. Since you don't want to, I won't teach you anymore."
Anyway, it was all his twisted ideas and heresies. It was obvious that he couldn't teach the child, and now he was putting the blame on Qiao Tang, but Qiao Tang didn't even bother to pay attention to him.
"Sister, please learn piano here in the future."
He never seemed to be annoyed by anything Qiao Tang did. He had so much love and affection in his heart that he didn't know where to put it. He even stroked the pattern on Qiao Tang's sleeves carefully several times.
Qiao Tang was startled and tried to retract her sleeve, but Pei Chengjue's fingers gripped it tightly. She felt powerless. It was bad enough that he was holding onto her, but he even took her sleeve. She said angrily, "What about my teacher?"
"Sister, what do you think of Wei Qing?"
Qiao Tang was stunned, her autumn-water eyes revealing surprise. Pei Chengjue was actually willing to let an outsider get close to her. Even in this warm room with palace servants watching, it would not be appropriate.
And could Pei Chengjue really be so generous? Was he testing her?
Qiao Tang shook his head slowly. "I often hear Miss Wei mention her brother. He's so cold and heartless. If he were to teach me, wouldn't I freeze to death?"
This was the case when she first learned the piano from Wen Jing. If she played poorly, Wen Jing would scold her coldly. If she played well, he would not even warmly greet her. As time went on, she naturally became dissatisfied, so she said that Wen Jing was her teacher, which was absolutely true.
"Sister, you are wrong this time."
Pei Chengjue let out a laugh. After all, Qiao Tang's dislike for other men really pleased him. "Wei Qing is only responsible for teaching me how to play the piano. Why should I need his tenderness? His tenderness should be directed towards his wife."
He wasn't testing me, he had truly made up his mind. Qiao Tang wondered why he was asking me that, and feigned dissatisfaction, saying, "Your Majesty is certainly not one to be jealous, and you're willing to let a foreign minister see me."
"Of course I'm reluctant, but I want to give you the best. I've seen other zither players, and they're really not as good as Wei Qing. Don't worry, sister. I'll be with you when you learn the zither, and I won't let Wei Qing scare you."
Qiao Tang was gradually absorbed in what she was listening to, and waves of emotion surged in her heart. She could guess that Pei Chengjue's love for her would not last long.
But at this moment, she couldn't cover her eyes and plug her ears to deny that Pei Chengjue's love for her had reached the level of obsession.
Qiao Tang closed her eyes. She could not respond to Pei Chengjue's feelings, nor give him the true love he wanted, but she could always give him these superficial affections.
She kissed Pei Chengjue in an instant. Pei Chengjue was caught off guard. After he reacted, the corners of his lips curled up and he quickly indulged in it.
That night, Pei Chengjue was unable to bear the pain. Qiao Tang's tenderness enveloped him like the warmth of spring water. "Your Majesty, please wait a little longer. When Imperial Physician Cheng is done, Your Majesty and I..."
Human desires are unbearable when they come together, but in this world, there are things that make people happier than desires, and Pei Chengjue thought he had obtained them.
At this moment, his desire faded and he decided that the sister in his arms was the best girl in the world. He wanted his sister to be his concubine first and then his queen. In the end, he wanted his sister to be by his side for the rest of her life.
In this silent night, he embraced Qiao Tang and placed a solemn kiss on her forehead, along with his vows, breaking the beauty of the tent, "I only want you in this life."
He fell into a deep sleep.
Little did he know that after hearing this, Qiao Tang's mood, which had just calmed down during the day, became chaotic again, and he felt a sharp pain in his heart.
Was it for Pei Chengjue's affection? Or perhaps for her uncertain future? Or perhaps a deep sense of apology towards Pei Chengjue?
She herself couldn't make sense of her confused emotions, and she got out of bed in a daze. Like a piece of catkins blown by the wind, she floated around the bedroom and finally landed beside the piano stand after a long time.
The moonlight reflected the word "Tang".
She thought of Wen Jing just like that, and remembered that before they divorced, Wen Jing had drunkenly said on the bed, "Tangtang likes banana leaves. I am willing to make a piano for Tangtang and engrave Tangtang's name on it."
At that time, she had clearly made up her mind to divorce. When she heard this suddenly, even though she knew it was just drunken talk, her heart still felt sour and painful.
She disliked Wen Jing's coldness and callousness. As time went by, this dislike became unbearable. She would rather not see Wen Jing's frosty face or hear his icy voice again.
But when Wen Jing was no longer in this world, and she knew that Wen Jing was affectionate towards her, it was as if the dislike had never appeared, and the only thing left in her heart was the difficulty in getting over Wen Jing's untimely death.
A tear fell on the strings, creating a pitiful glimmer.
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