Chapter 2: Resurrection

"Miss, this is already the finest lining in the house."

But Nianxi always felt that the underwear on her body was rough and prickly, rubbing her flesh.

After living a new life, even this body has become precious.

In her previous life, she was the prime minister's wife, and her inner clothes were made of the finest gauze material, which was as light as clouds, warm in winter and cool in summer. A piece of it was worth a thousand gold coins.

Now, she is a girl waiting to be married.

That night she was poisoned and vomited blood, she never thought that she would wake up in her former lover's room!

Nianxi remembered that when she was fifteen, her father was promoted and transferred to Beijing. She went to Beijing with her family. Due to acclimatization, she was sick for a long time.

After half a month of confusion, she finally accepted the fact that she had returned to the age of fifteen from the age of twenty-eight.

Yes, she was reborn.

Before I met Pei Jian.

"Sister, are you really not going to the Sutra Discussion Ceremony with me?"

Outside the door, brother Wen Qingheng asked through the window.

March 3rd is Shangsi Festival.

Chongming Building held a conference on classics, inviting talented scholars to recite poems, write calligraphy, discuss classics and philosophy, and brew tea.

Wen Qingheng has entered the Imperial College to study. Today, most of his classmates will go to Chongming Building to discuss scriptures. My sister has been influenced by her father and brother since she was young, and she used to love such literary gatherings.

Nian Xi was combing her hair. She asked the maid to open the window when she heard the words. "Brother, you forgot that I had already agreed to an appointment with cousin Mu the other day. I was supposed to go to Qushui for a spring outing today."

Of course Wen Qingheng remembered it.

But I just didn't give up and wanted to ask my sister again.

Seeing Nianxi wearing a silver pattern pleated Ruyi moon skirt, with flowers in her hair and a bun. The spring light cast a thin layer of halo around her body, her skin was as clear as jade, and she was delicate and graceful. This was definitely not the attire for a man traveling with him. He could only say angrily:

"You've been sick for a month, it would be good for you to go out and take a walk."

The brother and sister talked across the window, casually and naturally.

The Wen family is a simple family. The Wen couple love each other deeply and have a son and a daughter after marriage. Wen Qingheng has always loved his sister. Other young men only hate their brothers and sisters for being annoying, but he is different. He has loved playing with the delicate Nianxi since he was a child.

Nian Xi pretended not to notice her brother's disappointment and smiled, "Brother, you have to perform well today too."

After being reborn, she certainly couldn't go back to her old ways.

In her previous life, she went to Chongming Tower and met Pei Jian, who made a stunning speech at the Sutra Discussion Ceremony.

It was the first time that she saw such a calm, reserved, handsome and elegant young man, who was quoting extensively and telling stories in a leisurely manner. The girl's heart was moved and she fell in love with him.

But what she thought was a mutual affection turned out to be nothing more than the other party's compromise.

For Pei Jian, she had been passionate, worked hard, and struggled.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist the gradually dimming love, which went from firmness to hesitation, until it was completely gone.

In this life, she will not repeat the same mistake again.

Wen Qingheng didn't know what she was thinking, but was worried. "When you go to Qushui, remember to follow Cousin Mu closely. If... you meet some young man with a mean look, don't be nice to him."

During the Shangsi Festival, half of the young men in Beijing went to Chongming Tower to discuss Buddhist scriptures, while the rest mostly stayed by the Qushui Pond, and most of them were the playboys and sons of nobles in Beijing.

In Wen Qingheng's opinion, it was not appropriate to let his beautiful sister go to Qushui for a spring outing alone.

"Don't worry, brother." Nian Xi smiled softly, her black eyes full of obedience and gentleness.

In her previous life, Nianxi followed the rules and served as Mrs. Pei for ten years, but she felt that her body and mind were withering.

She hasn't tasted love for too long.

She is fifteen years old now.

Not yet married, still in the prime of life.

Of course she wants to meet better men and enjoy being loved.

This time, she wanted to make herself happy.

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Imperial College

Pei Jian got up before dawn, lit a lamp, and sat at the desk to read.

He had been busy with paperwork and government affairs for many years, and had long lost touch with academics. Fortunately, he still remembered the questions for the imperial examination not long after. If he took the exam again, it would not be difficult for him to win the first prize.

It's just that it was so long ago that he almost forgot the days when he was studying in the Imperial College.

When he came out of the palace, the servants in the mansion told him that his wife was seriously ill. Before he returned home, another servant came to report that his wife had passed away.

Pei Jian was sitting in the carriage. All of a sudden he felt as if his heart was hit by a heavy hammer. He was frightened and angry. He spat out a mouthful of blood and his eyes went dark.

When he woke up again, he was already lying in the Imperial College.

Being reborn can be neither good nor bad for him.

In the past, he was a high-ranking and powerful prime minister, but he was exhausted by official duties every day, overthrowing political enemies one after another, and he could not relax for a moment.

Now he was just a junior student, but he had more than ten years of experience. Once he entered the government, he would be able to suppress his opponents more quickly and more ruthlessly, reach the top, and hold all the power.

Therefore, he quickly and calmly accepted the reality.

When it was bright outside, Pei Jian put down the letter, opened the door, and met Gu Ci who was about to return to his room.

The Imperial College had one day off every ten days, and the rest of the time, all students had to live in the school building. There were four houses in one courtyard, and Gu Ci lived next door to Pei Jian.

The school building was simple and we all washed in the bathroom in the yard. Gu Ci had just finished washing.

"Shi Zhang, you really aren't going to Qushui?" Gu Ci winked at him, "I heard that your cousin is going there today, too."

The two grew up together since childhood.

After Pei Jian's parents passed away, Gu Ci's mother, Lady Wang, took great care of him. Gu Ci's father and brother had been guarding the border for many years, so Pei Jian and Gu Ci were no different from brothers.

"Yeah." Pei Jian responded.

Gu Ci was already used to Pei Jian's taciturn nature. He was good at martial arts but not literature, and would never go to Chongming Tower to discuss scriptures. "Don't worry, your cousin is my cousin, and I will never let some blind scoundrel covet her."

Qushui Liushang is a story of love between men and women in many places.

"No need." Pei Jian refused directly.

He had no romantic feelings for his cousin Xu. In the days since his rebirth, he had a lot of extra time, and he only thought about one thing over and over again in his mind -

Why did Wen Nianxi want to divorce him?

He and Wen Nianxi had known each other for nearly thirteen years and had been married for ten years. He believed that he had given her the best life, surrounded by servants, and well-dressed and well-fed.

But women are always greedy.

She wants wealth, honor and a loving husband.

Pei Jian couldn't help frowning.

Suddenly, someone punched him on the shoulder.

Gu Ciyang asked loudly, "What are you thinking about? You've been acting weird since you fell."

For some reason, Gu Ci always felt that Pei Jian had an indescribable aura of majesty in the past two days.

Pei Jian regained his composure and said calmly, "Where are the other two people in the yard?"

"Qin Lang probably hasn't gotten up yet. The newcomer Wen Qingheng... seems to have gone back to pick up his brother? It is said that his brother also wants to go to the Sutra Discussion Ceremony."

Pei Jian and Gu Ci are both handsome and handsome young men. They are nineteen years old this year and have already attracted many young ladies in Beijing. They are both very chaste. However, Gu Ci is cheerful and outgoing, while Pei Jian is more calm.

It was not until this moment that Pei Jian remembered an important little thing - the so-called younger brother brought by Wen Qingheng was Wen Nianxi.

Soon, they will meet for the first time.

Pei Jian walked out with a blank expression.

He had already planned out the road ahead clearly on the first day of his rebirth.

Nianxi was not a qualified prime minister's wife. He had too many things to do and didn't want to waste his energy on a woman.

Nianxi, she must first learn to be sensible.

Standing on the Chongming Building, Pei Jian was still subconsciously looking for that familiar and graceful figure.

However, the thought never came.