Light a lamp to guide her to reincarnation
When Xiao Bo threw the dagger, he originally aimed it at the back of Xiao Yucheng's neck, which could kill him with one blow.
But considering that Xiao Yucheng could not die in his hands outside, Xiao Bo suppressed his murderous intent.
He lifted Pei Zhaoying's body. The person in his arms frowned, her face filled with sorrow, a trace of fear that even her makeup couldn't hide. Xiao Bo gently smoothed the wrinkles on her brow, bit by bit. As long as he arrived in time, everything would be fine. She was a tiny little thing, so small, so pitiful. What would she do without him?
"Hahahahahahahahaha," Xiao Yucheng said, as if he had heard a ridiculous joke. He didn't hide his contempt, staggered to his feet from the pool of blood, found a yellow rosewood stool to sit on, and gasped for breath. "Who do you think you are? You just took advantage of me. I am Pei Zhaoying's legitimate husband in the name of heaven and earth! I'm the one in front!"
Xiao Bo ignored Xiao Yucheng's roar.
He took off his cloak and wrapped up the part of Pei Zhaoying's arm that was pulled and exposed. Even though he was burning with anger, he held back.
He sneered:
"Brother, have you gone insane? Everyone knows that I am the eldest princess's consort. If you are insane, you should seek treatment sooner! If you dare to offend His Highness again, you will be killed by both humans and gods."
"Don't pretend in front of me. You must have some memories of your past life, right? I advise you to take care of yourself and don't covet things that don't belong to you."
Xiao Yucheng has never taken Xiao Bo seriously, but he knows that this lowly brother took after his father, with unfathomable scheming and should not be underestimated. He must know something, which is why he keeps clinging to Pei Zhaoying.
Xiao Bo drew out his sword.
The three-foot-long sword pointed directly at Xiao Yucheng's throat.
If he didn't control his breathing, the sword would cut his throat as his chest rose and fell. Xiao and Cheng looked at each other coldly:
"Are you going to kill your brother?"
Xiao Bo repeated word by word, like a soulless puppet:
"Pei Zhaoying is my wife."
Xiao Yucheng was also afraid that if he spoke again he would anger Xiao Bo and make him stab him with the sword in a fit of rage, taking his life. So he covered his bleeding wound, swallowed the unbearable insults, and watched Xiao Bo take the man away.
The drug that Pei Zhaoying was injected with was not a particularly vicious one.
Lu Yunqi boiled two doses of medicine and fed them to her drowsy body, saying that a good night's sleep would be enough. All the accompanying servants, especially Dicui, who had been behaving strangely, were tied up and thrown into the woodshed, awaiting Pei Zhaoying's fate after she woke up.
"Master Xiao Bo, why don't you go in and accompany His Highness?"
Lu Yunqi went in and out, and saw Xiao Bo standing outside the door, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Xiao Bo opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The carved wooden door seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't push it open.
Dark clouds covered the sky, dusk fell, and summer thunderstorms came without a trace. He could only occupy the small space under the eaves in a daze, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.
The rain beat down on the banana leaves without mercy. Water accumulated and flowed in the courtyard, carrying with it the broken petals that had once bloomed so brightly on the branches. It was a scene of merciless wind and rain.
Xiao Bo wanted to snuggle and be intimate with Pei Zhaoying as he did in the past, watch her fall asleep, and protect her from nightmares, but now he didn't know what to do.
At the door, he heard the conversation between Pei Zhaoying and Xiao Yucheng, and he was shocked to find that Pei Zhaoying's past life memory had also awakened!
With her sharp mind, had she discovered his deliberate approach and calculated moves?
Was the love we once had stolen? Does it still count?
Would she hate him and not want to see him...
Xiao Bo stood there like a door god, almost becoming a broken flower leaf blown down by the rainstorm. He longed to become a statue, never leaving the place, but what was to come would eventually come.
When the bright moon hung above the treetops, its light scattering silver all over the ground, the person inside woke up. First, she changed her usual mercy and punished the servants who had conspired with her:
"This innocent person is responsible for negligence and cannot be kept any longer. Give her a silver envelope and send her away. This traitor deserves forty strokes of the cane and thrown to the gate of the Grand Marshal's Mansion. Don't you like to collude with outsiders? I want to see if the Grand Marshal will give her a place to go."
That is a completely different kind of indifference.
It was... the princess in the previous life who was decisive, ruthless, and lonely.
Xiao Bo was shrouded in a bad premonition.
After hearing the instructions, the man inside sighed heavily:
"Jun Dan... come in."
Xiao Bo felt a sharp pain in his heart and replied in a lost and distraught manner:
"Yes, Your Highness..."
In this life, Pei Zhaoying never calls him by his given name.
She may not have noticed it at all, and she likes to act tough and act like a spoiled child, calling out names and making a fuss.
"Jun Dan" was the nickname Xiao Bo left for the noble and unique Princess in his previous life, as he was too busy with official duties to reveal his real name. She truly knew everything...
The scent of lingling incense was heavier than usual, and the room was filled with smoke that stained people's clothes. Xiao Bo couldn't see her face clearly in the smoke, nor could he dare to look directly at her.
Pei Zhaoying leaned back, half-supported, her fresh attachment gone. She was calm, controlled, and exhausted. This encounter with him felt like a reunion with an old friend, a reunion spanning a long time. Her gaze fell on the burning incense burner, the sound of heavy rain dripping in her ears. She didn't know what to say, and sighed in the long struggle between love and hate.
"So, Jun Dan, you are Xiao Bo's cousin." Pei Zhaoying murmured.
Her memories were all mixed up and intricate, and she still needed time to sort them out.
Before his untimely death, the only warmth he felt was from the musician named "Jun Dan." The melodies of the zither, like the sound of flowing water in the mountains, healed the wounds in Pei Zhaoying's heart over and over again, painstakingly and in small ways.
When the evening breeze lifted the corner of Xiao Bo's clothes, that touch of white was like the only light in his life. Pei Zhaoying looked at him silently, and really thought about running away with him regardless of everything.
She thought about it.
However, she was still not scheming enough and did not expect that everyone around her had an unknown identity.
"I have deceived the king." Xiao Bo was unable to defend himself. He just moved his throat and apologized.
It shouldn't be like this.
He imagined that his lover was still the same lover, Pei Zhaoying angrily blamed him for deceiving her, they quarreled, and then they hugged and kissed each other to make peace, fell into the red silk tent, and ignored the troubles of the world.
Such a calm and sad face gave him a feeling as plain as clear water.
"You are a meritorious official, how can you talk about deceiving the emperor?"
Pei Zhaoying absolved him of his guilt.
The two people were immersed in the fragrant mist.
No one can see clearly who is who.
Xiao Bo's knees nearly gave out, his voice weak. He wanted to call out "A Ying," pinch the corner of her plain dress, and tell her not to be like this. From a distance, it felt as if every little thing they had experienced didn't count. But he couldn't speak, he didn't have the right to ask.
Or perhaps he should have anticipated today that stolen happiness would have to be returned one day.
"It's my job, no need for your praise, Your Highness."
"I should have rewarded you. Today's matter is all thanks to you. Thank you very much."
Xiao Bo's lips curled up into a bitter smile:
"Does Your Highness think that such a small matter between me and Your Highness requires gratitude? That we need to be so calculative and calculate all the debts?"
It was just a small change, returning to the distant and polite name, like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, between the closest and the most distant.
The distinction between ruler and subject seems cruel, standing between two people who were once so close.
Pei Zhaoying didn't comb her hair. She could hear the resentment in Xiao Bo's mouth. She smiled palely, but pressed the corners of her eyes with a goose yellow silk handkerchief.
In two lifetimes, age has not increased in vain, and innocence has been shattered.
Pei Zhaoying spoke lightly, her tone as flat as if she was chatting with him casually:
"Jun Dan, since my parents passed away, I have been caught in the schemes of the emperor and his mother. I later married the wrong person and have suffered a lot since then. I am so lucky to meet you.
We are soulmates, and I was very happy for a while... Unfortunately, you are not just a musician in Yaoyue Tower, right? You, like everyone else, have blocked my eyes..."
She laughed out loud, without any regrets, only melancholy:
"I have thought about leaving everything behind, and leaving the world with you and me, playing the zither."
"If you could tell me your identity sooner, it would be easier for us to go and return together, wouldn't it?"
Xiao Bo wanted to say no, but suddenly looked up, stung by the lingering tears on her eyelashes. His words of defense choked in his mouth, unable to speak or swallow. He was lost in thought as to where he was. Had they missed each other? Had they missed each other for a lifetime?
If Xue Can had not acted so quickly in his previous life and attacked the noble lady without any warning, Xiao Bo would have tried every possible way to rescue her!
The beauty smiled widely, without showing any resentment. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was forcing a smile and blaming him for coming too late.
Pei Zhaoying, can you be nicer to me?
——Xiao Bo almost choked up when asking this question.
It wasn't what she thought at all.
He was of humble origin, and after seeing her, he felt even more humble as dust. How could he have the nerve to reveal his true feelings for a moment?
He guarded her like the stars following the moon.
How could she be reincarnated after her tragic death? It was because he slaughtered the court with blood, beheaded 749 treacherous ministers with his sword, and used the blood of the True Dragon Emperor as an inducement. He prayed to his father, who had become a monk in Feng'en Temple, to light 999 eternal lamps for him, escorting her into reincarnation, kneeling and chanting scriptures, and creating this life for Pei Zhaoying again!
My father sighed and said, "If you go against the will of heaven, there will be consequences. If you suffer the consequences in the future, even the Golden Immortal will not be able to save you."
Xiao Bo has no regrets.
The oil that fuels the eternal lamp is his blood.
The support is his bones.
On the day he died, somewhere in the universe, another Pei Zhaoying was troubled by a nightmare. He woke up in a sweat, asked the maid to light the lamp, and tried to calm his fear. He looked at the dark night and felt lost.
Fate comes and goes.
Like a dim light.
Xiao Bo stood up and bowed solemnly to Pei Zhaoying, lowering his head deeply and not looking at each other again.
"Then I wish Your Highness good health and a fresh start from now on, and may all your wishes come true."
Then, he moved out of the bedroom, where he had combed, washed, and massaged Pei Zhaoying's hair, doing all the intimate things that a couple would do. They were very affectionate with each other, and although nothing had changed, their hearts had changed.
The rain hit his face, mixed with tears, and he choked and laughed at himself.
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