Chapter 112 Shocking Gossip
The next morning, Jiang Fei went to visit Master Qinglian.
She had previously received kindness from Mr. Qinglian and said she wanted to come and express her gratitude in person, but she had never had the time. This time she came to avoid Pei Jing and to pay her a visit.
Jiang Fei originally thought that she could only pay her respects outside the door, but unexpectedly the monk invited her in.
"I seldom have guests in this thatched cottage," said the lay Buddhist Qinglian, rolling up his sleeves and pouring tea. "Please try this tea, benefactor."
Jiang Fei was flattered and quickly picked up the tea and took a sip. Although she didn't know much about tea, she knew that tea with a mellow taste and clear soup must be good tea.
She calmly looked at the furnishings in the room. She had been in this world for several months and had been in and out of different aristocratic family mansions. The ornaments she saw were of varying prices. Over time, she had some appreciation for the quality of the objects.
The gilded incense burner on the table, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and the celadon vase by the window were obviously not ordinary items.
This place doesn't look like a place for monks to practice meditation, but rather like the bedroom of a queen in the palace.
Jiang Fei's thoughts have always been wandering, and she was immediately shocked by her own idea.
Combining the last time she came to Jinglian Temple and saw Pei Jing kneeling in front of the thatched cottage, and the restrained emotions Pei Jing showed when he met Qinglian Jushi later, Jiang Fei suddenly imagined a big drama of sister-brother love in her mind.
She shook her head violently. No, in the book, Pei Jing should like Wei Ciying, and he has nothing to do with this lay Buddhist.
Looking at her frowning and shaking her head, Qinglian Jushi couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Did you think of something interesting, benefactor?"
It's not an interesting thing at all, but a shocking gossip.
"I wasn't thinking about anything." Jiang Fei said with a smile, "I was just trying to guess how old the monk was. I thought about it for a long time but couldn't guess it right."
"I'm forty-three." Mr. Qinglian took a sip of tea and spoke in a calm tone.
"How much? Forty-three?!"
Jiang Fei widened her eyes. The woman in front of her had skin as white as snow and features as beautiful as a painting. She looked to be in her early thirties.
If she said she was forty-three, wouldn't that mean she was more than twenty years older than Pei Jing?
"How long has the layman lived here?"
Lay Buddhist Qinglian said, "I became a monk at the age of twenty-three, which is twenty years ago."
Jiang Fei nodded, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, but before she could grasp it, it was interrupted by Master Qinglian's next words.
"Are you familiar with King Zhaoning?"
Jiang Fei almost spit out a mouthful of tea, "Uh, not very cooked."
Pei Jing just walked to the door and stopped when he heard the sound.
The conversation between Qinglian Jushi and Jiang Fei could be heard from inside.
"He's been a loner since he was young, and he doesn't have many friends. Anyone who can talk to him for three sentences is considered an acquaintance."
Jiang Fei twirled her sleeves. Three sentences? She and Pei Jing had said more than three sentences. Counting the kiss through the handkerchief and the indirect kiss while drinking water, this was almost their third kiss!
"Why is your face red?"
"Really?" Jiang Fei touched her cheek, "Maybe it's a little hot."
Pei Jing smiled faintly, and then heard the layman say, "Then open a window."
He stepped down quickly and floated back more than three feet. As soon as he landed and stood firm, the carved window creaked open.
Jiang Fei looked outside and was stunned. "Why are you here too?"
The tone was quite impolite.
Pei Jing took a few steps forward and asked, "If you can come here, why can't I come here?"
"I'm meeting with the lay Buddhist. You have to get in line first."
"Okay." Pei Jing didn't enter the room, but stopped at the window. "You guys chat first, I can wait."
Jiang Fei looked at the lay Buddhist inside and then at Pei Jing outside, "How can we chat if you're standing here with me?"
"Do you have anything shameful to say?"
"What are you saying?"
Pei Jing leaned forward slightly, holding onto the window sill. "You just wanted to curse, didn't you?"
"Forget it." Jiang Fei sighed, turned around and bowed to Master Qinglian, "Master, I'm sorry to bother you today. I'll visit you another day."
Lay Buddhist Qinglian nodded with a smile, "Take care, benefactor."
Jiang Fei walked out of the thatched cottage quickly and glared at Pei Jing fiercely when she passed by him.
As soon as she left, the relaxed atmosphere seemed to be swept away by the wind blowing through the hall, and the entire thatched cottage became cold and quiet.
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Leaving the thatched cottage, Jiang Fei walked and cursed, and suddenly stopped.
"That's not right." She rubbed her chin and muttered to herself, "The air between those two is so strange, there must be something going on."
She rolled her eyes and tiptoed back.
Thinking of Pei Jing's amazing hearing, she simply took off her embroidered shoes and clean socks, walked barefoot on the bluestone slabs, and carefully rubbed under the window.
The voice of Master Qinglian came from inside the house.
"He asked you to come see me just to use you to warn me. You didn't have to come all this way."
Jiang Fei immediately pricked up her ears.
"It seems I've been meddling too much." Pei Jing's voice was as cold as ice. "Since the layman doesn't need visitors, I'll leave first."
After listening to just two sentences, Jiang Fei was about to leave. She picked up her shoes and ran away to avoid being caught by Pei Jing.
As soon as I stood up, I heard a voice from inside: "Songnian!"
Jiang Fei stopped again. She remembered that Songnian was Pei Jing's courtesy name in the book. She thought it sounded very nice when she saw it at that time.
The fact that they could call out the word "Songnian" showed that they had a special relationship. No wonder I felt that the atmosphere between them was a bit weird before.
The fleeting thought that she hadn't had time to grasp came back to her mind, and Jiang Fei suddenly remembered that Qinglian Jushi was forty-three years old and Pei Jing was twenty. Could she be his mother?
But didn't Princess Ping die in childbirth? Could it be... she escaped death?
Jiang Fei scratched her head. She was a person who read too many novels and was prone to divergent thinking.
Suddenly, there was a crisp "bang" sound from inside the window, like the sound of a teacup breaking.
Jiang Fei's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously moved forward.
"Songnian!" The voice of Qinglian Jushi was choked with sobs. "That's not what I meant. I just don't want you to be tied down by me. You should live more freely."
"Free and easy?" Pei Jing sneered. "Isn't my life free and easy enough now? Search the whole world, can you find someone like me who can kill and set fire at will? To be honest, I am able to be so free and easy thanks to the kindness of the layman."
Ms. Qinglian in the room was crying uncontrollably.
"I have... I have my reasons."
Pei Jing sneered, "The hardship is like abandoning a newborn baby in that cannibalistic place and walking away. The hardship is like not even wanting to see me kneeling at the door for a long time."
Jiang Fei covered her mouth, her eyes widening—she had guessed right! Lay Buddhist Qinglian was indeed Pei Jing's biological mother!
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