Chapter 231 When You Cry I Want to Kill
She had been holding it in for so many days, and although it seemed like nothing mattered, in fact, she had been carrying all the worries and fears by herself. Once Jiang Fei started crying, she couldn't stop, and she was completely venting her feelings under the influence of alcohol.
Pei Jing's heart trembled with fear at her crying. He held her in his arms and sat next to the King of Wu. He wrapped her in his cloak and held her in his arms to comfort her.
"Don't cry, don't be afraid, tell me what you are afraid of."
Jiang Fei was sobbing and unable to speak. Even if she didn't cry, she couldn't say what she wanted to say. She could only shake her head.
Pei Jing felt so helpless for the first time. He hugged her and said, "Cui Cui, please stop crying. If you cry, I want to kill someone."
Jiang Fei sobbed and held his hand, thinking that he wanted to kill someone right now. If she left, she didn't know what Pei Jing would do. She cried even harder, as if she would not stop until she cried out her heart.
Pei Jing felt uncomfortable, and the person in his arms was shaking like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.
The last time Jiang Fei cried so hard was when she was kidnapped by Zhao Xingbang and rescued by him, but this time obviously made him more panicked and distressed than the last time.
He was never good at coaxing people, so he could only clumsily pat her back and repeat over and over again, "I'm here. Even if the sky falls, I'll still be there for you. Don't be afraid, Cuicui."
Jiang Fei still couldn't stop crying.
"I don't want to celebrate the New Year anymore." Pei Jing said suddenly.
Jiang Fei raised her head while sobbing, "Why?"
Pei Jing frowned, "You cried during the New Year, and I couldn't comfort you. Are you homesick?"
Jiang Fei felt a little guilty. She had wanted to give him a lively New Year's Eve, cook hot dumplings for him, and make the lanterns in the palace brighter than those in the palace.
I wanted him to remember this New Year and remember the warmth of having her by his side, but in the end, he said, "I never want to celebrate the New Year again."
Her nose felt sore and new tears welled up. Jiang Fei raised her hand to wipe them, but Pei Jing grabbed her wrist.
His palms were hot, with thin calluses from years of martial arts training. He gently stroked her skin, his voice low as if afraid of startling anything.
"I just want to be with you every day."
Jiang Fei was stunned.
"No need to wait until the New Year," Pei Jing looked into her eyes, which reflected the lingering fireworks in the sky. "Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to the city gate to watch the sunrise, the day after tomorrow to the temple fair, and the day after that to the hot spring village outside the city. The plum blossoms there are in full bloom."
He spoke slowly but with great earnestness, "Let's live day by day. There's no need to wait for the end of the year or any festivals. As long as you're here, every day is a good day."
Jiang Fei moved her lips, wanting to say something, but in the end she just pursed her lips and wanted to cry.
Pei Jing said slowly, "I feel bad when you cry, but I'm more afraid that you won't cry. If you want to cry, just cry in front of me. At least I can hold you. After you've cried enough, I'll take you to eat sugar paintings. If you're tired of crying, just lean on me and sleep. I'll watch over you."
He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eye, which was red from crying. "I know you have something on your mind. If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it."
The laughter in the distance gradually faded, the fireworks stopped, and it was as quiet as all the usual New Year's Eves, but the person in my arms had already filled the emptiness in my heart.
Pei Jing held her in his arms and sat for a long time until the person in his arms breathed evenly. He looked down and found that she had fallen asleep, still clutching his clothes in her hands.
Pei Jing laughed, carefully picked her up and wrapped her tightly in his cloak.
The palace lanterns swayed under the corridor, casting the shadows of the two people on the blue bricks, snuggling together tightly, never to separate again.
It started snowing outside the window again. The flickering candlelight in the room illuminated the two people sleeping in each other's arms.
Pei Jing looked down at her, stroking her eyebrows with his fingertips.
No matter whether it is snowing or sunny, as long as the person in my arms is sleeping soundly, the night will be warm. There are still many days to come, so don't rush, just take it slowly.
He thought, as long as she was there.
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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, according to the rules, red envelopes should be given to the people in the mansion.
In previous years, Duan wine was prepared and distributed just for show, and Pei Jing never cared about it.
But this year is different. Duan Jiu had reminded Jiang Fei of this a few days ago, so she started making preparations in the middle of the twelfth lunar month. She personally picked out the brightest red paper and asked the silver shop to melt new silver ingots. The silver was of good quality and pleasing in style, and there was a small "Fu" character engraved on it.
Each servant received a portion, with Duan Jiu, Wen Zhu and Jiu Tao receiving particularly generous portions, and even the secret guards received double portions.
After Wen Zhu received the red envelope, he knelt silently back in the corridor.
The effects of last night's alcohol had worn off, and she had no memory of what she had done. After listening to Duan Jiu's story, she even thought her brother was trying to trick her. If the honest man Jiu Tao hadn't said the same thing, she wouldn't have believed that she could do such a thing.
I don't know if anyone would believe that I was possessed by a ghost.
After everything was settled, Jiang Fei put a bulging red envelope in her pocket and prepared to go to Jiang Mansion with Pei Jing to see Jiang Chenglang.
When the two of them passed by the corridor, Jiang Fei deliberately lagged behind by two steps. When passing by Wen Zhu, she whispered, "Wait until we leave, then stand up. When we come back, you can kneel again."
Pei Jing saw this scene, but did not stop it. He just took Jiang Fei's hand and walked away.
It started snowing last night and didn't stop until dawn, so I couldn't see the sunrise.
Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and many shops on the street are closed. The road is very smooth, and we arrived at the Jiang Mansion in a short time.
Jiang Fei did not go to the main hall, nor did she go to pay her respects to the elders. Instead, she took Pei Jing straight to the west wing where she had lived before.
As soon as he entered the room, he began to rummage through the drawers and put all the jewelry and jade he had collected into the box.
Pei Jing followed behind her, taking whatever she handed him. Seeing her busying around, he said, "Why are you packing all this? There's still a lot in the palace."
"That's different." Jiang Fei put a pearl hairpin into the box without raising her head. "I can't keep it and let others get it for free. I have to take it away. Besides, it's a gift from you."
Pei Jing was quite pleased with the last sentence. A smile appeared in his eyes, and he took the initiative to pick up an empty box and help clean it up.
"You're right. My things must naturally follow you."
After Jiang Fei closed the last brocade box, Pei Jing piled up several heavy boxes and said, "I'll have someone send them back to the palace first."
"No need," Jiang Fei held on, "After we finish talking to the fat guy, we'll take it back ourselves."
Pei Jing listened carefully and said, "Xiao Pang is here."
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