Chapter 133 I Don’t Know I’m Just a Guest in My Dream

Wen Yuanqiao never told anyone in his family that Prince Jing wanted to take Nianxi as his concubine.

Such a cruel thing will ruin the mood of the family members as well.

But he couldn't get over the anger. How could Prince Jing have the nerve to say such things to his good daughter!

It was like a treasure that was as precious as pearls and jade to him, but no one else cherished it. Wen Yuanqiao only hated himself for being incompetent and not being able to beat up the person who came to speak up so that Prince Jing could see his determination.

If you want to bully him, Nian Xi, you better step over his father first!

Pei Jian hasn't visited Father Wen for a while.

He was busy with the cases in Lianghuai at the moment and it was difficult to spare time. As the New Year was approaching, he had to go on a long business trip, so he visited on a sunny afternoon after the snow, bringing with him an ancient painting he had recently acquired.

Father Wen, however, was not as happy as before.

He picked up the painting and just glanced at it briefly, not showing any great excitement.

Pei Jian saw his reaction and they talked a few words about calligraphy and painting. Then he asked, "Uncle seems to be in a bad mood?"

Father Wen has a typical scholarly temperament and has a very clear set of standards for likes and dislikes.

Just by looking at his appearance, I know he has something on his mind.

Wen Yuanqiao and Pei Jian had always gotten along well, and he had saved them last time. Therefore, although Pei Jian was young, Wen's father did not treat him as a junior, and said bluntly, "My daughter is getting older now, it's time for her to find a family."

Pei Jian's forehead twitched a few times when he heard this.

But he was always a man of high mountains and deep waters, and he didn't show it on his face. He just smiled and said, "Jinghe hasn't married yet, how can a younger sister go over her brother. Uncle, don't be partial to one over the other. When it comes to marriage, Jinghe should be the first choice."

Wen Yuanqiao was in agony. He could not bear to let his precious daughter marry off so early. It was just that he was forced by the situation.

It's just not easy to tell others.

To ask his daughter to be a concubine is to dirty his mouth by saying it out loud.

But Shi Zhang meant well and what he said was common sense, so he just forced a smile and said, "You are right."

In his previous life, Pei Jian had been the father-in-law and son-in-law of Wen's father for more than ten years. Not only did he know his father-in-law very well, he also had a general idea of ​​his temperament.

Seeing him like this, she already had a plan in mind, so she didn't ask any more questions and just talked about the beautiful article.

By the time he left the Wen residence, his face had already darkened, and he ordered, "Check who Uncle Wen has been meeting recently."

In his previous life, Prime Minister Pei had his own intelligence network and many capable people under him, so he could figure out a small matter like this in about the time it takes to have a meal.

At present, his foundation was still shallow and everything was still under construction, so by the time he knew Prince Jing's plan, it was already evening.

After the subordinate reported the matter, he received no instructions for half a day, so he boldly looked up to see -

But Pei Jian's face was gloomy, just like usual, except that his eyes were full of murderous intent, which made people tremble with fear and dare not look directly at him.

"Go down."

The study was so quiet that one could hear the sound of feathers falling to the ground. The candlelight was dim, and Pei Jian's face was hidden in the semi-darkness, making the undulating mountains and deep valleys more prominent.

Prince Jing wants to take Nianxi as his concubine.

There was almost no hesitation; he must have been the cause.

That day, at the door of "Half a Cup of Floating Life", Prince Jing saw him and Nian Xi together.

Pei Jian supported the crown prince, which was a natural opposition to Prince Jing. He was not afraid of this violent and arrogant prince, or in other words, in the last few years, his real opponent was Lu Wensheng who was behind Prince Jing.

The court is a gaming ground for men.

Life and death are determined by fate, and it all depends on how well you use your means.

Prince Jing shouldn't drag innocent people into this.

This made Pei Jian think of his past life.

At that time, His Majesty was seriously ill and the Crown Prince was about to succeed to the throne. He was handling various affairs in the palace, but when he returned to the palace, he received the news that his wife had died of illness.

His wife was murdered at home.

Today, Xiao Xun took Nian Xi as his concubine in order to humiliate him. In the future, will he vent his resentment on a recluse woman in order to take revenge on him?

Definitely.

Pei Jian stared at the flickering light on the candlestick, the murderous intent in his heart almost bursting out.

Many things do not need to follow the path of the previous life.

Since Xiao Xun wants to die so much, just tell him to die early.

What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

Pei Jian slept very late that night, and almost as soon as he lay down, he dreamed of Nian Xi... and him.

It’s still their small courtyard.

The roses in the courtyard are in full bloom, and they become even more fragrant at night. The fragrance of the flowers drifts into the screen window of the study along with the night breeze.

He saw himself sitting behind the desk, busy with the work at hand. Nian Xi sat in the armchair in front of him, gently flipping through the book in her hand.

The study was very small, with only the sound of dripping water from a copper kettle making a soft and rhythmic sound.

Pei Jian was reviewing official documents. He had always been good at this. No matter how difficult and lengthy the document was, he could always read ten lines at a glance and write a complete chapter.

But at this moment I am a little distracted.

Because the person who had just vowed to accompany him, now rested her chin on her delicate wrist, leaning on the armrest, her sleeves falling from her wrists and piling up on her elbows, revealing a white spot that was whiter than frost and snow.

She held the book loosely in her hand, almost dropping it on the edge of her skirt.

Already fell asleep.

The silver lamp was shining brightly and the study was quiet. He clearly had some unfinished documents, but he gently moved his chair and slowly walked in front of her.

She was sleeping soundly, her lips slightly curled up, revealing the faint swirls. Her elbows that were resting on the armchair slipped a little, and she was about to fall, so he quickly held her head with his hands.

Nian Xi's small face fell into his palm.

He knew she was awake. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the corners of her lips were almost unable to hold back the smile, but she was still naughty and refused to open her eyes.

Then, Pei Jian straightened her face, lifted her pointed chin, let his eyes fall on her full red lips, slowly lowered his head, and pressed his face towards her.

Their breaths intertwined, and each could feel the warm breath.

Nian Xi couldn't help but pout her two red lips and touched him first...

Pei Jian uttered a brief sneer.

Nianxi's face turned red with embarrassment.

She opened her eyes in annoyance, stood up and pushed him away, "I'm sleepy, you are not allowed to go back to the inner room tonight!"

She turned around to leave, but as soon as she raised one foot, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his arms.

"I wasn't laughing at you just now..."

He leaned against her shoulder and whispered something in her ear. His chest was clearly shaking, and he couldn't help laughing again.

Nian Xi was annoyed at this moment and refused to let him hold her anymore, so he had no choice but to hug her tightly and continue to coax her in a soft voice.

The midsummer night breeze blew in through the window, ruffling her skirt and brushing against her black hair, which was pinned with a jade hairpin...

Pei Jian heard the lovers whispering to each other in front of the window under the moon:

"Husband, do you like boys or girls?"

"All good."

“You have to choose one!”

"Dragon-Phoenix fetus?"

…

I don't realize I am just a guest in my dream, and I am overwhelmed by the sound.

After Pei Jian woke up, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the comment the master gave him when he erected a monument for the child who had no destiny to be born in the world in his previous life:

The official star is too strong and there will be obstacles.

Therefore, the fate of having children is rare and cannot be forced.

His eyes were no longer calm, but rather dark as if a deep current was flowing through an abyss.