The ex-husband knelt down and regretted
The man was tall and straight, not wearing armor, but a smart casual outfit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had been a soldier for half a lifetime and had become unstoppable in his bravery.
It was precisely because he was not wearing thick armor that he was scalded by the boiling tea and broke out in sweat. However, he endured it without dodging or getting angry. His eyes were filled with bloodshot from restlessness as he approached Pei Zhaoying step by step.
He opened his arms, wanting to regain possession of the lost treasure, and also to show Pei Zhaoying that he was not carrying any weapons, and he truly brought his belated affection.
Pei Zhaoying roared and scolded him:
"I told you to get out! Did you hear me? Are you deaf? I hate you! I hate you—"
Her hoarse shouting did not stop Xiao and Cheng from moving forward.
The man's big hands were roughly and unconditionally trying to hug her, and had already rested on her shoulders.
Pei Zhaoying felt so disgusted as if she was entangled by a poisonous snake. She struggled to shake off his hand and tore it with great force. With a "swish", the shawl and the sleeves were torn apart.
Xiao and Cheng finally shed the tears of their lives.
He dropped to his knees, his shoulders shaking.
The hero who fought on the battlefield and commanded the support of hundreds of people put aside his dignity, face, and inflated desire for power.
He actually knelt down for a woman.
He doesn't want anything anymore.
Lifting it up, begging for Pei Zhaoying's forgiveness:
"Ying'er, this is all my fault. It's all my fault. God has given us a chance to start over. Believe me, I will definitely treat you well..."
"Xiao Yucheng, shut up! Haven't you tortured me enough? Is it true that I can't escape this scourge of yours no matter what? Get out! Get out of here!"
It was true that Pei Zhaoying had been drugged, but her hatred for Xiao Yucheng stimulated the potential of her body. She dropped her disguise and kicked Xiao Yucheng's shoulder, wanting to get this hateful face out of her life. Unfortunately, Xiao Yucheng was too big, and her strength was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree. Xiao Yucheng grabbed her embroidered shoes, making her almost vomit the overnight meal. She quickly withdrew her foot with a dizzy head.
Xiao and Cheng let her beat and scold them, approaching them fervently, enjoying the touch from another world:
"A Ying, now that you've said that, you've remembered everything? That's good. I'll change. I'll change everything. Don't be angry with me anymore. I'll give you whatever you want."
No matter how much she said, it was impossible to convince this madman. Pei Zhaoying wanted him to get out.
Or let him die.
She remembered everything.
She recalled how she had stepped into the fire pit in her previous life. It was a political marriage, and she married the wrong person. Everyone in the Xiao family bullied her because of her disability. She had to stay alone in the empty room day after day. The elders of the clan made things difficult for her, and her sister-in-law made trouble for her. She was roasted on the fire all the time and suffered all kinds of outrageous abuse.
Xiao Caizhen, knowing she was unable to move, poured a basin of rice into her room and ordered her to pick it up, chanting a Buddhist mantra while picking up a grain of rice, until all were collected to pray for her husband's blessing. Pei Zhaoying refused, and was immediately met with complaints and scolding. As the eldest princess, in her husband's family, the shame of her wedding day continued with every day that followed, like a journey through hell. Yet, the emperor had granted her marriage, but her husband treated her coldly and showed no love. Everyone treated her with the same taunts they would a daughter in marriage. She was almost mad.
Later, she was finally able to live separately from her husband and wife and start her own life. She started a new life under the name of Madam Grand Marshal and listened to all the heavenly music in the world, but lost her happiness.
Even so, Xiao Yucheng still couldn't tolerate her and even sent people to set an ambush by the Luo River, causing her to die in agony from being pierced by thousands of arrows...
"Xiao Yucheng! You killed me! I can't wait to hate you, isn't it enough that you killed me once? You're dreaming, I'd have to be crazy to be with you!"
"It wasn't me! I didn't kill you!" Xiao Yucheng's neck flushed red, veins bulging. "In my previous life, it was Xue Can! It was Xue Can who discovered that I had fallen in love with you. He was worried that I would give up the kingdom for you, so he took the initiative to lead the troops and kill you. I never thought of taking your life. I fell in love with you! I love you to the core of my being. I can't live without you. I don't want you to take the Pei family's kingdom. Let's just be good, okay? Ying'er, forgive me. Are we going to waste God's gift?"
Pei Zhaoying covered her ears and shook her head.
She refused to listen to him say another word.
She was clearly immersed in happiness, but fate played a trick on her, making her recall all the ugliness and conspiracies.
pain.
betray.
She was almost drowned at that moment.
Her whole life of struggling to survive was just a toy for others.
So what if Xiao Yucheng didn't intend to kill her? Her vibrant life was being destroyed inch by inch by the knife that Xiao Yucheng had transformed into.
Such deep hatred and despair will last until death.
Pei Zhaoying giggled hideously, as if she was a terrifying female ghost appearing in broad daylight. She laughed until tears came out, and she also wanted to cry for her two sad lives. She was crazy, driven mad by this man and destroyed in the name of love.
It is impossible to say that there is no trouble between them.
Xiao Yucheng treated Pei Zhaoying coldly and cruelly, thinking that they would be a pair of enemies for the rest of their lives. However, he was obsessed with Pei Zhaoying's every move, every frown and smile. Her beautiful figure took root in his heart unknowingly. He went crazy and asked his subordinates to report Pei Zhaoying's daily life. When he heard that she was flying kites and planting flowers, he thought of her lively and smart eyebrows, and then revealed a tenderness that was inconsistent with his awe-inspiring temperament.
He even secretly stayed up late to make an eagle kite for her. The next day, he was reluctant to leave for the military camp, waiting for her to give him a rare good look.
As a result, I heard Pei Zhaoying's surprised voice from the next room:
"Which shop did you buy this kite from? Why is it so ugly? Is it a sparrow or a chick? How could a shop of this quality still not go bankrupt?"
Xiao Yucheng's face suddenly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he kicked open the door and took office.
Pei Zhaoying was puzzled: "What's wrong with him?"
The servants timidly told the truth: "This is... an eagle kite made by Da Sikong for Madam."
Pei Zhaoying was stunned. After coming to her senses, she said she was not convinced, saying how could someone who looked like a bird be like an eagle. But she returned the favor by clumsily sewing a pair of soles for Xiao Yucheng. However, she was not very skilled and was not good at women's work. She forgot to remove the needle and pricked Xiao Yucheng's toe, causing it to bleed.
Xiao Yucheng slammed the door and left, his beard fuming and his eyes glaring. Strangely, he didn't blame them.
His love for her grew deeper and deeper, so deep that he even abandoned his ambition. One day, he was lost in thought while holding a military report, and muttered to his subordinates:
"Tell me, if I didn't covet the Pei family's kingdom and no longer wanted that illusory throne, would she smile at me and be a normal couple with me?"
It was this sentence that made Xue Can realize that if he wanted to accomplish Xiao Yucheng's great cause, Pei Zhaoying could not be kept.
After her death, he suffered a headache and collapsed.
During his illness, he went mad and knelt before the Buddha for a long time, kowtowed until his head was broken and bleeding, begging the gods and Buddhas for mercy and to give them another chance! He had exchanged his eternal kingdom for them!
In this life, Pei Zhaoying married someone else, and he realized it belatedly, but it didn't matter, it was just a small setback. As long as Pei Zhaoying didn't die, they still had a future.
Ignoring the woman's cries and kicks, Xiao Yucheng remained kneeling, holding her legs madly.
He lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance greedily.
This is his wife.
I am his in life, and I will be his even after death and rebirth.
The drug seeped through Pei Zhaoying's bones, and her resistance became powerless. With tears on her face, she gritted her teeth and said something harsh.
"Xiao Yucheng, I hate you, I hate you. Why don't you just die? Wouldn't it be better if you died cleanly? Why bother to appear in front of me again?"
"Sizzle."
Part of her outer skirt was also torn off.
Xiao Yucheng refused to listen to anything and was madly trying to rub her into his bones and blood.
He cried without caring about his image.
"Ying'er, you are my wife..."
"I'm not! I made some mistakes in my past life, but that's in the past! Xiao Yucheng, I have nothing to do with you!"
"What do you want me to do, Ying'er, so that you can forgive your husband? I'll make you a thousand, ten thousand kites, okay? I'll spend my entire life as a loyal minister, sacrificing my life to defend your Pei family's kingdom, okay? Or if you want to be the empress, I'll lead my troops to drive away that incompetent Pei Heng, and let you rule the world for thousands of generations."
Xiao Yucheng was talking in a daze while trying to hold on to her and not let go.
In fact, he looks very heroic, the most orthodox handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. However, he is a traitor and a princess of the dynasty. From the very beginning, everything was just a mistake. There shouldn't be any story, let alone a good ending.
As soon as the delicate touch touched Xiao Yucheng's palm, he trembled with satisfaction. He also let Pei Zhaoying's hand stroke the fabric of his brocade robe.
"Ying'er, don't you hate me wearing cold armor? Look, I've changed into your favorite casual clothes. Don't you think I'm living a normal life now?"
As soon as Pei Zhaoying came into contact with this rough palm, she felt only endless disgust, especially when she felt the beating of his heart through his clothes and flesh. She almost wanted to take his heart out to see what color it was.
How shameless must a person be to disturb her peaceful life and shed hypocritical crocodile tears after causing her disability and tragic death?
With a splitting headache, Pei Zhaoying kept his eyes open, memorized the face of his enemy, pulled his hand back ruthlessly, and pushed all the plates and cups on the table down in anger, smashing them to pieces. A series of noises, along with the past that could not be looked back, all shattered on the floor tiles, splashing Xiao Yucheng with dirt and blurring the pattern on his brocade robe that Pei Zhaoying once liked.
She still felt unsatisfied.
He swung his arm and gave Xiao Yucheng a crisp slap on the face.
“Snap—”
Even though Xiao and Cheng had thick skin and flesh, the five finger prints were immediately visible.
The cheek was scratched by nails, leaving three bloody marks, and it was swollen and bleeding.
Seeing the blood, Pei Zhaoying's resentment was slightly relieved. She covered her face with the torn long sleeves of brocade with gold thread trim and laughed miserably. The flood of memories almost burst her brain. What was familiar was the deep love and hate. She was smiling, and there was a strong sadness urging her to cry, but not a single drop fell. She felt so suffocated that she wanted to vomit out her internal organs.
"Puff." Xiao Yucheng spat out a mouthful of blood.
Pei Zhaoying exerted great strength.
The flesh in Xiao Yucheng's mouths hit his teeth hard and broke, and he tasted a fishy and sweet taste on the tip of his tongue.
He didn't care about these details, just let Pei Zhaoying vent her anger, and continued to climb up Pei Zhaoying's waist with his hands:
"Ying'er, have you calmed down? Let's live a good life..."
"impossible!"
"Why not? Is it because of Xiao Bo? He's just a villain who took advantage of the situation. Don't worry about him..."
Xiao and Cheng thought that they could easily put aside the past grievances, as long as Pei Zhaoying was still in his hands. The future years were still long, and they had a very long life. After driving away the people around Pei Zhaoying, only he was left. They faced each other every day, hated and scolded each other, and tossed around for their whole lives, they could still depend on each other and let the wood and stone have a heart.
Although he was kneeling, he felt that he had shown enough sincerity. He ignored Pei Zhaoying's kicks and punches, and with a thought, he grasped her white ankle with his big hand...
"Let me go! Do you know how much I hate you? How dare you touch me? I will never forgive you. If you want me to forgive you, you have to die!" Although his spirit was eroded by the drug, Pei Zhaoying still held up his tired eyelids and expressed his disgust for Xiao Yucheng without any concealment.
She wanted him dead.
The kind that is completely dead.
There is no next life, no reincarnation.
Only after he died completely could she pretend to be magnanimous and tell a dead person to let go.
"open."
This voice was not said by Pei Zhaoying.
And this familiar voice was enough for her to breathe a sigh of relief and fall into a coma with peace of mind.
She was too tired. There were bad guys who kept pestering her.
Xiao Yucheng was arrogant and conceited, and never let go of others. He didn't even turn around and was about to attack Pei Zhaoying again... The next moment, he felt a sharp pain. A dagger pierced his shoulder. The dagger was completely embedded in his shoulder, leaving only the handle outside. The bone seemed to have been pierced by the sharp blade. The pain made Xiao Yucheng's mind go blank in an instant, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, soaking his robe.
This was enough to make him lose all ability to move.
Blood quickly dyed his upper body red. Xiao Yucheng covered the wound, gasping for breath, thinking that if he pulled out the dagger, he would bleed profusely and lose his life.
Xiao Bo's face was as cold as frost. He stepped on the blood and walked step by step from the door into the inner room.
There was nothing in his eyes.
Only the unconscious wife.
Today, she had come out for a stroll, having her maid comb her hair into a fairy bun and paired it with a festive, wide-sleeved, flowing fairy dress. Before he left for his new post, he praised her as "like a fairy from the Moon Palace." Unexpectedly, she was betrayed by his subordinates, giving Xiao Yucheng an opportunity to take advantage, leaving her heartbroken. Xiao Bo heard that Xiao Yucheng had also appeared near Yaoyue Tower, and a bad feeling struck him. He hurried to catch up, but he was still one step behind Xiao Yucheng.
"Pei Zhaoying is my wife."
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