Chapter 30: Relics. Is it necessary to set a date specifically for something like this? ...
Itchy——
While sleeping, Pei Ji felt something crawling on his face. The itchiness woke him up instantly, and he grabbed the thing on his face.
Her skin was so soft and slender that she dodged in panic the moment he held her, and her fingertips curled up in his palm, being held tightly.
"Um?"
【ah. 】
He Zhiliao responded softly, bringing his thoughts back to reality.
Pei Ji glanced at the sky outside the house through the curtains and the window. Even on a summer day with long days, the sky was still dim and not yet fully bright.
"You're up so early?" Pei Ji propped himself up and sat up, then hugged him face to face. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
He Zhiliao frowned slightly, pulled himself out of his arms, and touched his forehead with his cold hand. He didn't have a fever, so why didn't he have a clear mind?
【Go to court! 】
He slowly opened his mouth to remind.
"Going to court?" Pei Ji nodded slightly, seemingly confused as to why he said that. Then, suddenly realizing what he was saying, he covered his swollen forehead and chuckled, "Yes, I drank too much last night and forgot about it. Thanks for waking me up."
He Zhiliao raised the corners of his lips, feeling very comfortable with his praise.
With the soft fragrance in his arms, Pei Ji didn't want to get up at all, but when he saw that Xiao Zhile was so well-behaved and smiling so brightly and cutely, he wanted him to stay like this forever and not let what happened in his previous life happen again.
"I'm up now. Don't call me anymore. Just sleep peacefully." Pei Ji touched his frail body, causing him to tremble all over. He frowned, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
He Zhiliao shook his head slightly, avoiding his gaze and not daring to look at him again.
Pei Ji thought he was just feeling unwell, and immediately tore off his pure white inner garment. Even in the dim room, one could see the gorgeous little flowers blooming on his body.
Pei Ji was stunned.
He covered his mouth thoughtfully, scratched the back of his head, and finally dropped his hand on the little flowers. His blood boiled, but he didn't know what to say for a moment.
ah?
Just did it?
How come he doesn't feel anything at all?
"I was at fault last night. Are you feeling unwell anywhere? I'll have the imperial physician come and see you later. Does it hurt? It's all my fault. I won't drink recklessly in the future." Pei Ji felt guilty and anxious, and his heart ached. "I've wronged you again."
He Zhiliao vaguely knew what he was talking about. After all, he was held down and kissed and bitten by the other party last night, but the drunk Pei Ji didn't do anything else.
He blushed and shook his head gently. He didn't feel any pain at all, but he didn't know how to describe it more specifically. He only remembered feeling numb and tingling, and his consciousness was groggy, and then he fell asleep.
Without waiting for Pei Ji's reaction, he tidied his clothes and got downstairs to bring clean clothes to Pei Ji, signaling him to get up and wash quickly so as not to be late for court.
Pei Ji saw that his legs and feet were nimble and he didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort at all. Then he suddenly realized that he vaguely remembered that he had just hugged him and bit him last night, but didn't do it to the end.
Fortunately, he didn't want to consummate the marriage in such a hurry, so he had to choose an auspicious day no matter what.
After getting dressed and having breakfast in the front yard, the men of the Pei family all went out.
He Zhiliao originally wanted to listen to Pei Ji's words and go back to sleep, but he didn't expect that after sending them away, he felt refreshed, so he simply secretly practiced the self-defense skills that Pei Ji had taught him before in the house.
Yanhua and Xixin were watching from the side, helping him adjust his posture and movements from time to time. After a while, they were sweating all over.
By the time he finished his bath, breakfast was ready in the front yard.
At this time, only He Zhiliao and Qin Yurong were at home, so naturally they had to have dinner together.
Qin Yurong drank a mouthful of soup, wiped her mouth and said, "The disaster in the East has not been resolved yet. You should remind Yun Zhou to be moderate in his work. Others may not listen to him, but if you say it to him, he will listen."
【ah. 】
yes.
He Zhiliao quickly nodded and agreed that he would do his best to do his job.
"Since you have nothing to do today, please accompany me to the temple on the outskirts of the city to burn incense. As the wife of a court official, I should do my part to show my gratitude." Qin Yurong said.
Ah.
He had never been to a temple, but his feelings towards the ordained masters were extremely complicated.
He had heard his mother say many times that he was born with a defect, so he asked a fortune teller to tell his fortune. The fortune teller said that he had an excellent fate and would be safe, healthy and happy throughout his life.
Even his name was chosen by a master. Since ancient times, people have emphasized that like should complement like, and that what is lacking should be supplemented. Naming him "Cicada" is very appropriate.
After breakfast, Qin Yurong asked her maid to arrange related matters. Since she was just going to burn incense, she only needed to bring incense money.
After everything was packed up, I went out.
The temple on the outskirts of the city is called Chengshan Temple. I don’t know if it’s because it’s the only temple outside the city, but every household will come here no matter what they want to pray for, and even the masters here are highly respected.
Everyone who has been here says that Chengshan Temple is particularly effective.
Seek benevolence and you will obtain benevolence.
He Zhiliao really didn't understand all this, so he just followed Qin Yurong obediently. In front of Chengshan Temple, he met many women who also came to pray to the gods and Buddha. He did whatever Qin Yurong said, and he was very obedient and didn't make any mistakes.
As soon as you step into Chengshan Temple, the first thing you see is the majestic first hall, which houses a Buddha statue.
He Zhiliao noticed that those who had burned incense and offered sacrifices were taken away from both sides by the little monks, and none of them left directly.
"Mrs. Pei is kind-hearted. She offers incense money every year and often has people send her gifts. Your wish will come true." The monk said sincerely.
"Since I'm in this situation, I should do my part. Master, you're too polite." Qin Yurong smiled slightly. "This is my Si Zhengjun. I brought him here to pay my respects today."
The monk bowed slightly to He Zhiliao and said, "Amitabha, you are a kind-hearted donor."
He Zhiliao quickly followed his example, clasping his hands together and nodding slightly.
The monk looked at him with a little surprise, as if he had noticed something. His eyes would occasionally fall on him, but he never said anything.
He Zhiliao followed Qin Yurong to burn incense respectfully. He looked up at the Buddha statue in the temple. Buddhism emphasizes equality among all beings, but all beings have never been equal. This may also be the Buddha's lifelong wish.
It's just that he doesn't understand.
He just hopes that his family is safe and that Pei Ji can love him.
He felt a little embarrassed to make such a greedy wish, but if the Buddha really loved him, he would let his wish come true.
He Zhiliao quickly stood up and supported Qin Yurong, his bright eyes filled with earnestness and concern.
"Madam Pei, please wait. Our master wants to see you—" the monk who came quickly called out to them, his eyes passing Qin Yurong and landing on He Zhiliao, "You and this Sizhengjun."
He Zhiliao subconsciously grabbed Qin Yurong's arm, and the latter patted his arm gently to reassure him. Although Chengshan Temple was not a royal temple, it was well-behaved and nothing messy would happen.
I also heard that the master is quite famous, but rarely shows his true appearance in public. It must be something important that he is looking for them.
The Zen room where the master lives is particularly deep and secluded. The further back you go, the less you can hear the rustling sounds from the front yard. It is particularly suitable for a great master to live in.
The monk raised his hand to signal them to go in, but temporarily stopped Qin Yurong. He Zhiliao took a deep breath and stepped in cautiously.
He could not speak and was afraid that making any noise would alarm the master, so he had to deliberately increase the volume of his footsteps to attract the meditating master to open his eyes and look at him.
"Amitabha, my friend, I haven't seen you for over ten years. Are you doing well now?"
A heavy and ancient voice came, mixed with the calm fragrance in the Zen room, which made He Zhiliao feel relieved.
He thought about it carefully and nodded according to his own understanding. He felt that he was in good health as he was able to get here safely.
He also knew from these words that this master was probably the one who told his fortune and gave him his name, so he bowed respectfully again.
The master smiled and said, "That's good. I have an item in my hand, a relic of your biological mother. She once told me that if I could see you again in the future and knew you were in good health, she would give it to you."
He Zhiliao stared at him with his round eyes, totally confused. Why did his mother give him a relic through this master?
But then he thought, the He family was a den of wolves, and his mother might have discovered something in advance...
The master took out a classic and simple wooden box from the secret compartment behind her and said, "She said the key is in your hands."
Thank you very much.
He Zhiliao hugged the box with some excitement. He didn't expect that after ten years, he could still hear about his mother from other people's mouths. His mother's voice, appearance and smile had gradually become blurred in his memory.
But love doesn't.
He came out holding a heavy wooden box, and then it was Qin Yurong's turn to go in. He Zhiliao waited for less than a cup of tea before she came out, looking calm and nothing could be seen.
"Go home."
After returning to Pei Mansion, Qin Yurong went back to the East Garden to rest, and He Zhiliao also returned to the main courtyard and asked Chun Jian and the other two to go into the warehouse to find a key.
They had organized and filed all the items, so they naturally knew where they were placed. They quickly found the key from the dowry left by their mother.
The wooden box was not big, and the key was also small, as small as a little finger, but it made him inexplicably nervous. He was afraid that there was something inside that he could not accept, and something that would break his heart.
Click.
The quaint wooden box was opened, and strange patterns were carved on the lid, adding a touch of mystery to the box.
On top of the wooden box was an old envelope with his name written in a delicate font and a small, simple cicada outlined on it.
The moment I opened the letter, the sourness at the tip of my nose rushed straight to my eyes.
…
evening.
Pei Ji went straight home after leaving the palace. He hadn't seen the little mute for six hours and urgently needed to see him, see him, see him!
"Husband? Darling—"
Pei Ji rushed into the room like a gust of wind and walked quickly to him. Seeing that He Zhiliao was a little flustered, he touched his face, lowered his head slightly, pretending to be reading a book, but he never looked up at him.
Something is wrong.
He suddenly lifted up He Zhiliao's face and saw that her bright eyes, washed by tears, became more moist and bright, and more pitiful.
"What happened? Who bullied you? Was your mother mean to you?" Pei Ji couldn't think of anything else that could make He Zhiliao secretly wipe away tears. "I only killed people in the court today, and it didn't affect an innocent little kid like you."
He Zhiliao quickly shook his head and gently moved his head closer to Pei Ji's arms, pressing against his strong waist and abdomen, his eyes full of attachment and dependence.
Pei Ji touched his face lovingly, "Why is that? Did the He family make you angry? My husband is now a close minister of the emperor, a top celebrity, isn't it easy to deal with him? Report him twice, and make sure he behaves well and behaves honestly!"
He Zhiliao shook his head and wanted to tell him the whole story, but he felt it was complicated and obscure. He opened and closed his mouth again and again, but in the end he couldn't call Chunjian over.
After hearing Chun Jian's words, Pei Ji was also a little surprised. He turned and smiled, "That's because your mother loves you. She still thinks of you after ten years. If she knows about this letter, she will be relieved."
【ah. 】
I know.
"The master's prediction is correct. You are now in good health and will have a smooth life in the future. That's great. I will go to burn incense and add some money to ask for Buddha's blessing." Pei Ji said with a smile, "How about we go together next time? Without taking mother."
【ah. 】
OK.
He Zhiliao nestled in his arms and laughed silently.
He was not sad, but he was so touched that tears flowed unconsciously. With Pei Ji's care, he felt that he really had a backer.
They had dinner in the small kitchen, and the two of them enjoyed the rare moment of solitude. Pei Ji's eyes were glued to him, unable to move away for even a moment.
After taking a few sips of cold tea, Pei Ji inexplicably recalled what happened last night, and even all the intimate moments before.
If you don't consummate your marriage on your wedding night, it will be extremely difficult to do so later.
He was thinking about the right time, right place and right people, and wanted to find a good opportunity, but when would the right time be?
Aren’t opportunities created by ourselves?
"Darling, when can we consummate our marriage?"
This sentence made He Zhiliao blush. He quickly picked up a handkerchief to cover his mouth and started coughing, tears coming out of his cough.
Pei Ji was a little dissatisfied. Was there anything wrong with asking this question?
This isn't something he can accomplish on his own, so what's wrong with asking his sweetheart?
Although he thought so in his heart, he still quickly patted his back, because he was his sweetheart.
"I'm just asking. It's okay if you don't want to. Just don't say those nonsense and don't think about bad things. I just want to do those things with you." Pei Ji looked unrestrained and spoke freely without caring about other people's lives.
He Zhiliao raised his hand and gently hit his chest, looking at him with some resentment in his bright eyes, as if he didn't want him to continue talking, but also as if he was in a difficult situation.
Pei Ji raised his eyebrows, "You don't want to consummate the marriage with me?"
He Zhiliao instantly widened his eyes like a cat and shook his head, saying that it was only natural for a husband to consummate his marriage.
Pei Ji was relieved. He thought about it carefully and discussed with him: "Then let's set a date and consummate our marriage on that day, how about that?"
【ah……】
He's fine, is there any need to set a special date for something like this?
Pei Ji ignored his question and wanted to set a date nearby, but felt that it couldn't be too casual.
Midsummer is about to pass and autumn is coming.
"How about on my birthday?" Pei Ji asked softly, "August 28th, when the weather is clear and the fruits are plentiful. We should also consider bearing fruit..."
This is a particularly shameful thing to say.
He Zhiliao blushed as he thought about it carefully. There were still two months left, which was certainly enough time for He Zhiliao to make sufficient preparations. However, he was afraid that if he waited too long, Pei Ji would feel uncomfortable, and he was even more afraid that he would find someone else.
Could the date be brought forward a little?
He didn't want to think about or mention the matter of taking a concubine anymore. Every time he thought of the possibility, his heart felt like it was cut open, with blood flowing out from the inside and a cold wind blowing in from the outside.
He always felt so uncomfortable that he would cry just thinking about it.
Pei Ji seemed to understand the sudden moisture in his eyes and couldn't help but lower his voice and said, "This is our mutual promise. You trust me, and I trust you. Neither of us will sabotage it. Have you taken note of this?"
【ah! 】
Remember it carefully!
"Then we have a deal. Okay, now let me kiss my husband. I miss you so much..."
He Zhiliao's smile remained unchanged, and she blocked his mouth tightly with some embarrassment and anger.
Bad mouth.
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The author has something to say: He Hongan: "A-choo—who scolded me?"
Pei Gou: "Husband, my dear, eat your mouth~" [heart eyes]
Little Zhiliao: You bad mouth! [laughs]
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