Chapter 123 Pei Yan, how did you die?

Xiao Xun sent his subordinates to investigate and found out that Wen Nianxi's father was Lord Wen who had a conflict with Zhang Hongzhe's son that day.

Lu Huai also became good friends with her.

Although Xiao Xun did not directly find out the relationship between this girl and his uncle Lu Wensheng, since even a difficult child like Xiaoqi likes her, this Miss Wen must have some outstanding qualities.

But the most surprising thing was meeting Pei Jian here.

When seeing Pei Jian, one can’t help but think of Zhang Hongzhe who fell off a horse.

It was because of this man that the entire salt administration in Lianghuai was shaken and the whole court was shocked. His Majesty was furious and ordered a strict investigation. Many officials and salt merchants were involved and were arrested and severely punished.

His business of several years was ruined in an instant, and he no longer had any foundation for making money.

Moreover, if it weren't for my uncle's decisiveness in promptly pushing Zhang Hongzhe out to take the blame, he wouldn't have been spared today.

Pei Jian, on the other hand, rose rapidly to prominence because of this incident. Despite his young age, he was repeatedly praised by His Majesty, and now he is the Right Censor of the Censorate, in charge of this case.

Xiao Xun had previously extended olive branches to Pei Jian many times, but was politely rejected by him each time.

Mr. Pei, who was so upright, was standing in front of Miss Wen at this moment, covering her tightly and blocking his gaze...

Things are getting more interesting.

"Lord Pei has always been diligent in his official duties. I am surprised to meet him here. I wonder who this lady is..."

Xiao Xun smiled as he spoke, but the aggression in his eyes could not be ignored.

"Your Highness Prince Jing."

Pei Yan's words and actions were calm and polite, but his eyes were unfathomable. He did not restrain his gaze just because the other person was a prince. His cold aura spread across his face.

He skipped the topic about Nianxi.

The smile on Xiao Xun's lips deepened.

People were coming and going on the street. He sat on the carriage, looking down from above. His two cold eyes fell on Pei Jian again, "I am going to attend a banquet at Panlou. If you have nothing to do, Lord Pei, please come with me."

Pei Jian smiled slightly, bowed to him and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I have important matters to attend to, so it is difficult for me to go with you. I hope you can forgive me."

Not knowing good from bad.

Xiao Xun's face became gradually gloomy, and he pursed his thin lips. He said nothing more. The curtain was lowered, and the carriage rumbled forward.

Not until Prince Jing walked away did Pei Jian turn around and reveal the person behind him.

Nian Xi also felt Xiao Xun's gaze just now, and she instinctively disliked this kind of aggressive look.

Like a prey being targeted.

But I don’t know if I am just overthinking.

Pei Jian turned around and saw her with her head down, her eyes slightly closed, her two rows of long eyelashes blinking lightly, the shadows were hazy, and because of the close distance, each eyelash was a long, dark blue.

My heart suddenly became soft.

He softened his tone, which was different from the cold aura he had when he was confronting Prince Jing, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Nian Xi shook her head, and her clear eyes became deep, as if she was looking through this young body at the powerful prime minister who once sat on the top of the mountain.

She looked at him and asked:

"Pei Jian, how did you die?"

Since she died of blood poisoning that night and was reborn, Nian Xi often never thought about who had harmed her and why.

On the one hand, it was because of her circumstances that she was unable to investigate the events of the next thirteen years and find the murderer, but more importantly, it was because of her personality.

She is not a person who is good at fighting.

But many times, kindness means cowardice and being vulnerable.

She didn't want to repeat the same mistake again.

But Pei Jian is different from her.

He is the prime minister and holds great power. He would not be as defenseless as she is.

Why was Pei Yan reborn?

Pei Jian was silent for a moment, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He had thought of many speculations about Nianxi and his death. Reincarnation was a mysterious thing, so he looked through ancient books and Taoist scriptures, but could not find a definite result.

The only certain thing is that early that morning, when he returned home from the palace, he heard the news of his wife's death in the carriage. He was so angry and sad that he fell into a dark state.

When he woke up, he became a student of the Imperial College again.

He had never experienced the pain that Nian Xi experienced before her death, and there was nothing unusual about his body.

Perhaps it was God's will that made him follow Nian Xi and live again.

"I didn't die of poisoning."

Pei Jian's face was calm, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "This is not a good place to talk. If you want to ask something, why not go to a quieter place?"

"good."

Pei Jian was slightly stunned. He never thought it would be so smooth. Since her rebirth, she had always denied him. A simple "yes" made him feel moved that the clouds had finally cleared and the moon was finally visible.

He tried to say, "My house is quite quiet... and not far from here."

Nian Xi raised her eyebrows, her eyes indifferent.

Pei Jian was inexplicably nervous for a moment, fearing that he had upset her again, and he quickly said, "Or wherever you want to go, I'm fine with it."

He is now very interesting. He won't say anything unpleasant or do anything annoying.

Pei Jian thought clearly that Nian Xi could be tolerant and gentle to anyone around her, except him.

He must not make any more mistakes.

…

Nian Xi walked back to the old alley with Pei Jian again. She was actually a little unfamiliar with this place.

After all, Pei Jian was very ambitious, so they didn't live here for long and moved to a bigger house.

As soon as she walked in, she understood why Pei Jian wanted her to come.

He restored their former home almost to its original state.

The furnishings in the courtyard, the flowers and plants in front of the hall, and the string of wind chimes hanging under the corridor all seem to be recreating memories.

However, even if you revisit the old place, you can never go back to the past.

Pei Jian followed behind Nian Xi.

The sky is clear today, and a strong breeze blows, ruffling the fine hair on Nian Xi's coat, just like his hesitant, nervous and uneasy mood at the moment.

Pei Jian didn't know whether this would work.

He tried his best to bring back the past, to use the good old days to stir up some emotion in Nianxi's heart, in an attempt to win back his wife's true love.

"I moved into this house this spring and have been raising and killing batches of flowers and plants," he said jokingly in a relaxed tone. "In the past, I only saw you water them every day and they would grow luxuriantly, but I didn't know there was a lot of knowledge involved."

He said, "Nianxi, I can also grow flowers now. I am no longer just busy with paperwork. I will take good care of this small courtyard every day."

Taking care of the home we once lived in.

I am also learning to live.

So, can you turn around and look at me?

Can you teach me again and keep me company?

Nianxi listened carefully.

When they are calm and in a stable mood, they can chat like friends.

"So you grew all these flowers?"

Nian Xi looked at the daffodils that were blooming and said with interest, "The daffodils I grew myself are still like green onions, stubbornly refusing to bloom."

Pei Jian was speechless for a moment.

After a moment, he said confidently, "...I did have water."

But it is mostly taken care of by gardeners.

The two looked at each other.

At the same time, they laughed.