Chapter 39
The scorching sun baked the earth, and heat rose from the soil. Xie Qinghong leaned against the car window, pulled the veil on her hat aside, and casually hung it behind her ear, revealing her slightly reddened profile.
Pei Du rode a black steed, his dark robes perfectly complementing the horse's glossy black coat, making him look like a spirited and unrestrained young man. However, at this moment, the young man had his eyes downcast, and his entire being exuded resentment.
Xie Qinghong and he looked at each other without speaking or looking away, as if whoever spoke first or looked away would lose.
The somber atmosphere was abruptly halted by a muffled clap of thunder. Despite the bright sunshine, the weather in June is unpredictable. The thunder rumbled, and soon dark clouds pressed down, signaling an imminent downpour.
Xie Qinghong glanced at the sky for a moment, and Pei Du suddenly asked, "Why don't you dare look at me?"
Xie Qinghong was puzzled, but remembering how sharp-tongued this man was, she felt she would always lose an argument with him. So she said indirectly, "It's going to rain. The weather in the south is unpredictable." Just like you, you big devil, so moody!
Although she didn't speak, her eyes seemed to speak volumes, and Pei Du easily understood the unspoken meaning, immediately retorting, "The beauties of the North are also like that."
Xie Qinghong felt that she was at a disadvantage because she was sitting in the carriage and arguing with him. So she immediately lifted the carriage curtain and stood in front of the carriage, so that she was at about the same eye level as him riding on horseback.
Because of the strong wind outside the carriage, the gauze was ruffled and obscured her vision, so she simply took off her veil and held it in her arms, letting her long crimson hair ribbon and black hair flutter in the wind.
"Pei Du, tell me why you took me out of the city today? If it weren't for you, I would have been lying at home, how could I have encountered the Hu people?" If we're going to compete, then we should stand on the moral high ground, point out the unreasonable parts, make him feel ashamed and guilty, and not dare to talk back!
However, this was the first time Xie Qinghong had called out Pei's full name to him. He felt that he was full of imposing presence and had already intimidated Pei.
Pei Du was indeed stunned, not by her angry questioning, but by the fact that the girl, who was glaring at him, puffed out her cheeks, making them look chubby and making one want to poke them to see if they were as soft as imagined.
He realized he had been lost in thought, so he quickly coughed lightly to cover it up and looked away.
Xie Qinghong's eyes lit up, and she returned the previous words: "Why don't you dare to look at me?! You don't dare to look at me because you're guilty, right? You really are wicked and have ulterior motives. So what if you're eloquent and persuasive? I won't believe you!"
Xie Qinghong was very satisfied with his resounding performance, which not only effectively countered his words but also blocked his path of rebuttal. His words were substantial and very substantial.
When you have time, you should publish a book for yourself, teaching those who are bad at arguing how to fight.
Pei Du glanced back for a moment, but couldn't bear to look any longer; even a single glance made his ears burn. The boy's infatuation was straightforward yet hesitant to be bold, like green plums soaked in wine yeast—bitter and intoxicating.
He sighed in distress and said softly, "It was my mistake. I shouldn't have brought you out today. Those barbarians were up to no good. There are barbarians even in Huaizhou. I underestimated them."
The usually arrogant Prince Pei bowed his head and admitted his mistake, causing Xie Qinghong to pause for a moment. In that instant, his eyes suddenly met those of the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy in her dream, whose face still had a touch of childishness, but whose sword was dripping with blood, whose eyes were full of ruthlessness, exuding an aura that was not to be trifled with.
She gently bit her lower lip and told him, "I heard the Hu people say that they didn't expect you to be here today, and that you are so powerful, otherwise they would have kidnapped me and taken me north long ago. Thank you for today, otherwise it would have been bad if I had run into the Hu people when I went out of the city with my classmates."
Pei Du, who had just been sullen, raised an eyebrow and his eyes shone like stars: "So you were just taking advantage of the fact that I don't understand the Hu language to deliberately bully me, weren't you?"
Xie Qinghong was shocked, her eyes widening slightly as she retorted, "How can this be called bullying? Don't talk nonsense. My heart is as clear as the sun and moon, heaven and earth can bear witness, mountains and rivers can discern." How could an upright girl bully anyone? I warn you not to slander me!
Pei Du reached out and pulled the veiled hat from her arms, gently straightened the thin silk hanging down, and then put it on her head, adjusting its position.
Before Xie Qinghong could ask any questions, he suddenly leaned closer, his angular face separated from her only by a thin white silk. The silk was hazy and translucent, and she could vaguely see that the man in front of her had a slight smile on his lips as he whispered to her slowly.
"My heart is like the rising sun, heaven and earth can bear witness; my heart is like a rock, unbreakable. My heart is set on the green mountains, I can cross the peaks; my heart is set on the bright moon, I can cross rivers and seas."
His voice carried a strange tone, his accent was obscure, and it sounded like a southern folk song.
Xie Qinghong blinked, feeling that even through the gauze, his smile was truly beautiful.
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