Chapter 110 That’s What I Have Drink
Wei Mingzhen was busy in the yamen all day. When he heard that Wei Ciying had fainted in the palace, it was King Zhaoning who sent someone to send her back. After returning home, he went straight to Wei Ciying's yard.
It was completely dark, and the lanterns in the corridor stretched his figure out long, casting an especially anxious look on the bluestone slabs.
"Third brother is here." Wei Ciying was leaning against the window drinking tea. When she saw him enter the yard, a smile appeared on her face.
"What did the imperial physician say?" Wei Mingzhen stepped into the room.
"It's just the summer heat. Don't worry, Third Brother. I'm fine."
Wei Mingzhen looked her up and down. Her expression was calm, and she even showed a rare sense of relaxation. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
"I heard that it was King Zhaoning who sent someone to bring you back. You'd better stay away from him from now on."
The smile on Wei Ciying's face faded. "Third brother has a prejudice against him. Is it because he saved my sister-in-law and made Third brother lose face?"
"Why do you think so?" Wei Mingzhen said, "It's not a prejudice. This man is moody and violent. He treats human life like grass. Have you forgotten how many people he has killed?"
"Maybe those people should be killed?"
"Ciying," Wei Mingzhen said in a deep voice, "This person is extremely cunning. You can't deal with him."
Wei Ciying's expression suddenly turned cold, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the rim of her teacup. "Why does Third Brother always have to meddle in my private affairs? My family wasn't happy with Jiang Linyuan before, and I've already drawn a line between us. Now, even my closeness to Prince Zhaoning doesn't sit well with Third Brother."
"I just care about you." Wei Mingzhen's expression was complicated. "Third brother feels guilty about you. I hope you have a smooth life in the second half of your life. Back then—"
"Can you please stop talking about what happened back then?!" Wei Ciying suddenly raised her voice, and she clenched the teacup tightly, causing a few drops of tea to splash onto the back of her hand.
Wei Mingzhen was obviously stunned. Wei Ciying in front of him seemed like a different person. The fierce look in her eyes was unfamiliar to him.
The room was silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of a clock in the distance.
Wei Ciying seemed to realize her own gaffe, and quickly lowered her eyes and softened her voice.
"What happened back then hurt me so much. Can you please not talk about it anymore? Just... just think of me as just living on the streets and having a hard time there for a while, okay?"
Wei Mingzhen's Adam's apple rolled, and he finally nodded: "Okay."
Wei Ciying nodded, suddenly smiling, and took out a brocade box from the table. "Let's not talk about these unhappy things. Third brother, someone from Qingfeng Pavilion came today and brought this thing, saying it's for you."
She opened the box and took out a plain folding fan.
Wei Mingzhen took it. The fan was made of ordinary materials, but the workmanship was exquisite. "For me? You know I never use fans."
Wei Ciying pursed her lips and smiled, "My sister-in-law bought it and asked someone from Qingfeng Pavilion to deliver it directly to your door. She came several times but didn't see you. Maybe she was too embarrassed to come again."
She watched Wei Mingzhen stroking the fan ribs and continued, "Although this fan isn't a valuable item, my sister-in-law has always been short of money. I heard she spent all her six months' savings on this fan."
Wei Mingzhen gently closed the fan, a gentle look in his eyes, "I know she is a good girl."
"Sister-in-law treats you sincerely, so third brother must treat her well." Wei Ciying looked at Wei Mingzhen and her voice gradually became lower.
"It would be best if she were so happy that she would never think of anyone else. Even if she did think of them later, she would be reluctant to let go of everything in front of her."
Wei Mingzhen was concentrating on stroking the bamboo-like patterns on the fan. He vaguely heard Wei Ciying's whisper and raised his head to ask, "What did you just say?"
Wei Ciying shook her head gently, "Nothing, I just hope that one day I can meet someone who treats me wholeheartedly."
Upon hearing this, Wei Mingzhen's eyes flashed with heartache, "Ciying, you will definitely meet the right person."
"I hope so." Wei Ciying lowered her eyes.
After Wei Mingzhen's figure disappeared outside the courtyard gate, the maid came forward.
"Miss, are you doing well in the palace today?"
"It went smoothly." The smile on Wei Ciying's face gradually spread.
She remembered Pei Jing's gentle smile and those soft words. They were clearly spoken to her, but they made her uncontrollably jealous.
"Jiang Rufei, everything about you will be mine."
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The sun was scorching, and the hats of passers-by and the goods on the porters' shoulder poles were shaking and deforming in the distorted heat waves.
A carriage stopped at the entrance of the mountain road. When the curtain was lifted, the heat wave in his face made Pei Jing frown.
Walking up the mountain path, it was not so hot at all. The branches and leaves of the ancient trees on both sides of the path were intertwined like green umbrellas, and the scorching heat was actually isolated outside the forest.
Jiang Fei was so tired that she was panting. She sat on a rock and fanned herself with a palm-sized leaf. "We're almost there. You, you go first. I, I need to rest for a while."
Jiu Tao carried the bag on her back, "You don't want me to carry you."
Jiang Fei panted like a cow and waved her hands, "This is a sacred place for Buddhism. We are not good at playing the capitalist and exploitative game."
Jiutao didn't understand what capitalist meant. She looked at Wenzhu. Wenzhu raised his eyebrows and turned to walk up the mountain.
Although Tingquan Mountain is high, Pei Jing has practiced martial arts for many years, so climbing the mountain is as easy as walking on flat ground. He reached the halfway point in a short while.
When they reached a secluded bend, Pei Jing stopped walking, and Duan Jiu behind him also stopped immediately. At the same time, they both heard intermittent panting coming from the front.
The two looked at each other and hesitated for a moment.
"It shouldn't be, right?" Duan Jiu stuttered.
Pei Jing glanced at him and took his own steps. After turning the winding bend, he closed his eyes helplessly and looked back at Duan Jiu.
"What were you thinking about?"
Duan Jiu felt that the prince's eyes and tone were somewhat unfriendly, but he didn't know why, so he just said: "I thought there were two mandarin ducks having a secret meeting here."
After he said that, he saw his prince's cheeks twitching, showing signs of getting angry. He thought to himself that you must have been thinking the same thing when you stopped just now. Why are you getting angry again now?
Jiang Fei, who was playing the role of a wild mandarin duck alone, had already turned over and sat up when Pei Jing spoke.
Originally, she was going to lie down on the road after Wen Zhu and the others left, but she heard Pei Jing's voice as soon as she lay down.
Duan Jiu noticed something was wrong with the prince and quickly took a few steps forward. He immediately understood why the prince had that expression just now.
"It turns out to be Miss Jiang Er." After saying that, she looked around.
Jiang Fei was almost dying, and waved, "Is there any water? I'm dying of thirst."
"Yes, yes, yes." Duan Jiu quickly took off the water bag from his waist and handed it over.
Pei Jing's pupils shrank, and before he could open his mouth, he saw Jiang Fei quickly open the water bag and pour water into his mouth.
"That was... something I drank." Pei Jing's voice was as soft as a mosquito.
Jiang Fei was so thirsty that she took several big gulps and felt the sound of water sloshing in her stomach. After putting the cork in her stomach and looking up, she felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.
Duan Jiu had a broad smile on his face, which looked a bit loving, but Pei Jing had an expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and there was a suspicious red on his ears.
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