Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Everything that belongs to my sister should belong to me! ...
Wei Ruomei's lips trembled in shock. Wei Qingyan realized that she had taken out his portrait without permission, and his eyes were fixed on Qiao Tang's wrist.
A chill suppressed the sound of the wind. If Wei Qingmo had not held his sleeves tightly, he would have stood up and rushed over to grab it.
Pei Chengjue didn't notice, his eyes fixed on Qiao Tang's hand. He noticed she was clenching it too tightly, and pursed his lips. "Sister, be obedient. Open your hand and let me see what's there."
This was the first time he shouted like this in front of others, and anyone could hear how much intimacy was hidden in such a whisper.
Wei Qingmo suddenly pulled out his sleeve, but Wei Qingyan couldn't help but lift his lips, and his cold face curved into a faint smile. "Your Majesty, that is a small portrait of Miss Zhang Qiao."
Except for Pei Chengjue, everyone else's heart skipped a beat. Qiao Tang's head even buzzed. Wei Qingyan's smile was too abnormal. What was he going to do!
Qiao Tang's mind raced. Yes, this small portrait was very important to him, so important that he would take it out to look at it every night. But he must not do anything rash. If he lost his mind in a hurry and was discovered by Pei Chengjue, no one could predict what the result would be!
At this moment, Qiao Tang had to do something. She quickly glanced at Wei Qingyan, who was about to lose control, with a gentle and soothing look, signaling Wei Qingyan to calm down and go out first.
Wei Qingyan looked at him, his smile gradually disappeared, the corners of his lips twitched, and he could not say anything anymore. He just sat there motionless.
Qiao Tang knew he wouldn't give up, and secretly felt anxious. He smiled at Pei Chengjue and said, "I drew a small portrait of Sister Wei when we were playing together. Sister Wei liked it very much. Give it back to Sister Wei."
"Yes, this is what Sister Qiao gave me, so it's mine."
Wei Ruomei no longer cared about her usual fear of Pei Chengjue. She only knew that these were her brother's things and she had to take them back. She took a few steps closer to Qiao Tang and reached out to take them.
Qiao Tang had already opened her palm. If she was quick, she could have gotten it. Unexpectedly, Pei Chengjue was even faster. He pinched the little statue with two fingers and pulled it out. He looked at it for a moment, his eyes shining, "It really is my sister."
"but--"
He lovingly stroked her face several times with his fingers. "Look, her features don't look like hers now, but were they before she was painted?"
The only sound around was the wind. Qiao Tang pursed his lips and said, "Your Majesty, you have a keen eye. This is me two years ago."
"Two years ago, my sister was eighteen, the same age as me." He liked the portrait very much. He pointed at Wei Ruomei with the portrait and said to Qiao Tang, "What's hers? Everything about my sister should be mine, including this portrait!"
With a bang, the teacup near the table fell and shattered onto the ground, splashing Wei Qingyan's sleeves all over. He seemed to be frozen and unaware of it.
"Your Majesty, Qingyan accidentally knocked over a teacup and soiled his clothes. I will take him to change his clothes." Wei Qingmo immediately stood up and pulled Wei Qingyan up with force.
Qiao Tang glanced at Wei Qingyan again, his eyes seemed to be expressing his feelings and implying a plea. Wei Qingyan's shoulders slumped in an instant, he stood up and quickly followed Wei Qingmo away.
Wei Ruomei was so anxious that she burst into tears and leaned against Qiao Tang, begging, "Sister Qiao, His Majesty is unreasonable!"
Wei Qingyan's figure disappeared outside the window. Qiao Tang withdrew his gaze, and his heart ached.
She stopped Wei Qingyan from snatching, but allowed Wei Ruomei to cry and make a fuss. Can Wei Qingyan understand her choice?
"Your Majesty, please don't try to reason with me. It's easy for you to ask for a small portrait. I can paint it for you. Not to mention an eighteen-year-old, I can paint a sixteen-year-old too."
As she spoke, she tried to hook the small statue from Pei Chengjue's hand with her finger, but Pei Chengjue refused and held her finger as well, "Sister, do you want to be partial? Even if you want to be partial, you have to be partial to me."
Zhenzhen snatched it away forcefully, and Wei Ruomei lost her composure and shouted, "Sister Qiao, if His Majesty doesn't give it back to me, I don't want to live anymore!"
Qiao Tang knew in her heart that she was not making a fuss for herself, but for Wei Qingyan. She couldn't bear to see Wei Qingyan lose even a small statue.
But Pei Chengjue clenched the statue tightly in his hand, his eyes fixed on Qiao Tang, "Sister, don't pity her. She has lost her statue, and I will make it up to her."
Wei Ruomei opened her tearful eyes and said, "I don't want anything else, I just want this little portrait! Sister Qiao..."
Qiao Tang knew that the usual method would not get the statue back, so he whispered a few words in her ear. She got up and left the teahouse crying.
There were only two people left in the hall. Pei Chengjue was favored by Qiao Tang and was playing with the small statue with a proud look on his face.
Qiao Tang laughed, "I didn't know Your Majesty loved these things." She wrapped her arms around his neck and gently pulled him, her lips pressing against his eyelashes. "Could it be that I, a real person, am not as good as a small portrait?"
Pei Chengjue's breathing quickened, and he immediately pressed her down and kissed her, and the small statue in his hand fell on the table.
Qiao Tang took the opportunity, secretly freed one hand, grabbed the small statue and hid it in his sleeve.
One kiss after another.
The collar was opened by fingers, and heavy breathing gradually rose in the wind, and soon the sound of rain could be heard outside the window.
The window was not closed, and raindrops drifted in, wetting the two people's tangled hair.
Pei Chengjue was completely unaware and focused on kissing his sweetheart. Qiao Tang glanced at the drizzle outside the window and slowly closed his eyes.
The sound of wind and rain mixed together, splashing everywhere.
Tea splashed from Wei Qingyan's sleeves. As he hurried along, Wei Ruomei caught up with him from behind and grabbed his sleeve. She cried pitifully, "Brother, I'm sorry. Sister Qiao said she would definitely return the statue to you. Please don't ignore me!"
Wei Qingyan turned around, his cold eyes devoid of any warmth as he looked indifferently at Wei Ruomei, whose eyes were swollen from crying.
Wei Qingmo walked up to the two of them, frowned and wanted to persuade Wei Qingyan, but suddenly heard him say without any emotion, "I don't blame you." Then he walked straight into the rain.
Wei Ruomei was stunned and tried to chase after him, but was pulled back by Wei Qingmo, "Go back to your room now."
The two returned to the room. Wei Qingmo wiped Wei Ruomei's tears and sighed, "Don't cry anymore. First, tell big brother what happened between Qingyan and Miss Qiao."
Wei Ruomei finished her story while sobbing. Wei Qingmo sat there for a long time, pinching his brows in distress, and slowly exhaled, "Qingyan was actually married to Miss Qiao."
Wei Ruomei said, "Brother, please help my elder brother!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Don't interfere in this matter anymore. I'll have someone send you back to the Duke's Mansion. Remember, don't mention this to mother!"
Wei Qingmo made a prompt decision, went out of the room and called the entourage of the Duke's Mansion, and sent Wei Ruomei back in the rain.
The rain did not stop until the evening. Qiao Tang took advantage of the fact that Pei Chengjue was busy and had no time to pay attention to her, and went back to her room and sat under the window.
The sound of the dripping rain disturbed her mind. She frowned, lowered her eyes and stroked the small portrait. It was well painted. No wonder Pei Chengjue liked it at first sight.
It was New Year's Eve, the scene where she craned her neck to watch the fireworks. Wei Qingyan remembered it so clearly and in so much detail.
It's a pity that I didn't see his feelings at the time.
It's a pity that Wei Qingyan hid it too well...
It is no longer the New Year's Eve of two years ago. She is already in the palace, and the appearance of this small portrait is inappropriate.
"Miss Qiao..."
Eunuch Li's urgent voice disturbed her mind.
Qiao Tang put the small statue away and heard Eunuch Li say from outside the door, "Miss Qiao, His Majesty is drunk and won't let anyone else touch him. He says he only wants Miss Qiao."
Ever since Qiao Tang entered the palace, she had never seen Pei Chengjue drinking. Today, she learned that Pei Chengjue not only drank, but also got drunk. She walked to the door and asked, "Your Majesty, why is he suddenly drinking?"
Eunuch Li answered in detail, "Your Majesty and General Wei have been friends since childhood. Whenever General Wei returns to the capital, Your Majesty drinks with him. This time, Your Majesty seemed even more pleased and drank even more."
Qiao Tang walked while listening. Raindrops slanted into the corridor, threatening to wet her sleeves. Eunuch Li blocked the rain with his body, "Miss Qiao, be careful."
"No problem." Qiao Tang quickened his pace and went to the side hall. As soon as he entered, he heard Pei Chengjue's voice, "Where is my sister?"
But inside the hall, Pei Chengjue was sitting sideways on the windowsill, with his long legs having nowhere to rest, hanging on the ground in a wronged manner, holding a wine glass in one hand, and the night wind blew in when he raised his sleeves, making his sleeves rustle.
His eyes sparkled beneath his dark eyebrows, his thin lips were slightly curled, and a trace of remaining wine flowed down his jaw into his slender neck. He no longer had the upright majesty of a young emperor, but looked like a suave and playboy.
When he saw Qiao Tang, he opened his lips and drank the wine. He casually raised his hand and the glass fell into the rain behind him. Then he stretched out his arms and laughed loudly, "Sister, come here."
His body leaned back, as if he was going to fall out of the window. Several people panicked, but could not get close to him. Only Qiao Tang walked over quickly and reached out to pull him.
The next moment, Pei Chengjue jumped off the windowsill, held her in his arms, and pressed down with his thin lips, "Sister, open your mouth." He forcefully passed the sake into her.
Qiao Tang smelled the aroma of sake and had to swallow it down. She choked and pushed Pei Chengjue away, lowering her head and coughing.
"elder sister."
Pei Chengjue was completely drunk. He held her tightly and was about to kiss her with his thin lips. She was so frightened that her face flushed. She pleaded softly, "Your Majesty, please go wash up first. I will wait for you."
Pei Chengjue was indeed obedient. He suddenly calmed down, subconsciously kissed Qiao Tang's hair, and went to wash up with the palace maid.
Qiao Tang hurriedly packed up her clothes and was about to leave the palace when she heard a voice behind her, "Miss Qiao, please wait."
It turned out that when Wei Qingmo saw Pei Chengjue getting close to Qiao Tang, he hurriedly went inside. Now that Pei Chengjue left, he walked out.
Qiao Tang turned around and looked over, listening to him slowly say, "Your Majesty has always been pure-hearted and focused on court affairs. This is the first time I've seen him like a girl so much."
Qiao Tang remained silent. This man's true purpose lay ahead. He continued, "Since Your Majesty values Miss Qiao so much, Miss Qiao should also treat Your Majesty wholeheartedly. If Miss Qiao still has any past ties, she should let them go."
"I am ten years older than Your Majesty. Regardless of our status, I treat Your Majesty as my younger brother. Although Qingyan has only been back for a year, he is still my biological brother. I don't want to see them suffer because of Miss Qiao..."
"Oh……"
Qiao Tang didn't want to listen any further. He smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm, "Since General Wei loves his two brothers so much, why don't I show you a way out? How about asking His Majesty to let me leave the palace?"
Wei Qingmo was startled and opened his mouth to speak, but she was too lazy to listen. "General Wei probably doesn't know. If it weren't for Your Majesty's pressure..."
With a loud rumbling sound, Xia Lei struck down. In the flash of lightning, Wei Qingmo glanced at the palace door and his face changed.
Wei Qingyan had been standing there for some time. The wind and rain had blown away the frost on his face, revealing a layer of paleness. He stared at Qiao Tang with an infatuated look in his eyes. "Did Your Majesty force Tangtang?"
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