Chapter 25 Chapter 25 The two brothers quarreled over her, and it only became...
Pei Huaiguang's hazy eyes reflected her cold face without even a hint of a smile.
The hand that was holding the warm jade-like wrist was also hit, but the slight pain could not make him let go.
But the look of the girl in front of him was too cold and serious.
Pei Huaiguang slowly loosened his hand.
"Erlang." After thinking for a moment, Wu Jingxun softened her tone and tried to reason with him less stiffly. "I'm your future sister-in-law. Although we'll be a family from now on, there's always a difference between men and women. You shouldn't come to me in the middle of the night like this. If others see us, it won't be good for either you or me."
Pei Huaiguang looked at her seriously as she pretended to be mature and talked to him about those profound principles, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on her face, which looked even brighter under the moonlight.
"laugh."
Hearing the slight disdainful sound coming out of his lips, Wu Jingxun felt both strange and angry: "You are drunk. I won't say any more to you. Go away."
As she said this, she picked up her little wooden figure and carving knife and was about to get up and go back to her room.
But someone grabbed the hem of her skirt.
Wu Jingxun, who was always calm and was disliked by his brother Ye Niang as boring and old-fashioned, now truly experienced what "rising anger" meant.
"If you continue like this, I'll tell your brother."
She tried hard to make herself look fiercer, thinking that by bringing up Pei Jinguang, her words would be more intimidating.
She took it as a threat.
But Pei Huaiguang felt that this was the best solution.
This layer of paper will be torn sooner or later. If she ignorantly draws this line, what expression will be on my brother's face?
Seeing that he still didn't let go, Wu Jingxun was shocked and scared. He wished that he had Shunhua's long whip and could whip the man in front of him hard, telling him to let go quickly and never think about this absurd farce again.
The dress in my hand is as soft as moonlight, yet even gentler than moonlight.
What he touches cannot belong to him.
Pei Huaiguang slowly loosened his hand and watched the girl hurriedly step back with a nervous and alert look on her face. He laughed instead.
"I was drunk and offended my sister-in-law. If she's still angry, just tell my brother, my mother, or even our ancestors. I'm willing to accept the punishment."
After saying this, he didn't stop. He looked quite drunk when he was talking and doing things just now, but his movements when he climbed over the wall were so light and flexible.
Wu Jingxun bit her lip, feeling somewhat unhappy. This kind of thing was known only to heaven and earth, and only to the two of them.
She hadn't even entered the house yet, and she had already caused such a scene, and even told Master Pei and the others about it. No matter how Wu Jingxun thought about it, she felt that this matter was not in her favor. Would Madam Qiong and the others think that she, as the eldest sister-in-law, was narrow-minded and intended to frame her younger uncle and incite the separation between Master Pei and his brothers?
Furthermore.
Wu Jingxun was also too embarrassed to mention in front of the bright and handsome Prince Pei that his brother might have had inappropriate thoughts about his future sister-in-law.
This is too much.
Wu Jingxun stood in the night wind for a long time, her long, dark hair draped over her shoulders wet with dew. Then she slowly stretched her stiff body and returned to her room.
Outside the screen, Cuiping was still sleeping soundly on the small couch, completely unaware that such a frightening thing had just happened.
Wu Jingxun wrapped herself tightly in the warm and fragrant quilt, as if these soft fabrics could bring her the sense of security that she needed most at the moment.
If Wu Jingxun hadn't felt any resistance to the upcoming marriage because of Prince Pei, feeling as if she were floating in mid-air, with everyone congratulating her on finding a happy marriage and promising a smooth and easy life ahead, then only Wu Jingxun knew she could fall at any moment.
Now she not only had to worry about falling, but also that even if she did fall, she might not land on flat ground.
That night, Wu Jingxun dreamed that she was suspended in mid-air. The ups and downs feeling made her very uncomfortable, but after a while, a feeling of weightlessness came over her, and she fell from mid-air, and then fell into a... pot.
The disheveled Wu Jingxun looked up and saw the person diligently tending the fire beside the pot...wasn't that Pei Huaiguang?!
Wu Jingxun was awakened by the shock.
Cuiping heard the noise and quietly lifted the green gauze curtain. She was shocked to see Wu Jingxun's pale face and sweat. She hurriedly touched her neck and back, and sure enough, she only felt a cold and wet feeling.
"My lady, what's wrong?" Cuiping was so anxious that her eyes were red. "Why are you sweating all over?"
Zi Ping came over hurriedly, holding a hot towel in her hand: "Wipe the lady first, I'll go find the lady and the doctor!"
The doctor didn't come, but Mrs. Tong was called over instead.
"Why did you suddenly get sick?" Madam Tong frowned. First she was kidnapped, and then she got sick. Wouldn't the people in the Marquis of Pingning's Mansion think that she was destined to be a disaster?
Cuiping was anxious: "Madam, is the doctor here yet? My wife has a fever, we can't delay any longer."
"Why rush?" Madam Tong said casually, "Lamei, go get the medicine box on the eight-treasure rack in my room, and take a few pills and you'll be fine." She didn't have to call a doctor and give others an excuse that she was not in good health and could not fulfill her duties as a clan wife.
Cuiping was dumbfounded: "My wife is so sick... can she be cured by taking a few pills?"
Madam, aren’t you being too cruel? Besides, those pills have been left for so long, it’s still a question whether they can be eaten!
Faced with Cuiping's doubts, Madam Tong was very unhappy: "What's the big deal? Back then, Jingxun was so little and followed me to Jinling. She caught a cold on the way and was burning all over. I picked some grass and mixed it with mud balls for her to drink, and she got better, didn't she? Later, she ate half of the big steamed bun her brother had left over, and she was full of energy again. How can people become more delicate as they grow older?"
Mrs. Tong disagreed and told Cuiping to stay by her side and help her take the pills, then she went out.
Cuiping looked at her back and spat secretly in hatred. What kind of mother is this!
They didn't notice that two lines of tears slowly slid down the girl's soft face like a full moon with her eyes closed.
She heard it.
It turned out that the evidence that she had been thinking about and thinking that her mother still loved her was all fake.
She did not use the last bit of money she had to buy medicine, and the half steamed bun was not given to them by the boss out of kindness as she said, only after she begged and even knelt down.
What she got from her mother was always defective.
These are all things that my brother doesn’t want.
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Wu Jingxun's illness came on suddenly, but he recovered quickly.
Naturally, she didn't touch the pills that Mrs. Tong sent her.
Today was the day for her to go out to school again. Cuiping put a green double-breasted half-sleeve gown on her. Seeing the girl's chin becoming a little thinner, she said with concern, "My dear, why don't you take a leave this time? You haven't recovered yet."
Wu Jingxun shook his head: "This is the last time, I can't take leave."
She was stubborn, so Cuiping and Ziping had no choice but to let her go.
Fortunately, Wu Jingxun managed to finish the two-hour class. The Flower Goddess Festival would be in three days, and she couldn't delay the progress of others because of herself.
As they went downstairs together, Huang Meizhu was a little worried: "Jingxun, you look so bad. Why don't we not go to Yungao Tower today? Why don't you go back first?"
Wu Jingxun shook his head, but before he could say anything, someone else spoke first: "If you are truly ill, you should have said goodbye to the female official earlier and chosen someone more capable. If you ruin the Flower Goddess Festival, can you afford the compensation?"
Wu Jingxun gently held Huang Meizhu down and said expressionlessly to the visitor, "I can walk and speak, and I was also confirmed by the female official during the break. This shows that I am not as terminally ill as Madam Xu said. On the contrary, Madam Xu, your condition fits the symptoms I saw in a medical book in the past."
Xu Ruotong's eyes widened, while Huang Meizhu looked excited, as if she was watching a show: "What disease is it? What disease is it?"
Wu Jingxun smiled, "When a mad dog bites someone, it can also cause rabies. A perfectly healthy person can also bark incessantly, and become afraid of light and water... Madam Xu just barked a few times, and likes to talk behind people's backs, so it seems she also has the symptoms of photophobia. Madam Xu, you can't hide your illness and avoid seeing a doctor. See a doctor as soon as possible."
Huang Meizhu understood and burst out laughing. Jingxun was saying that Xu Ruotong was a mad dog!
Xu Ruotong widened her eyes. She was not chosen as one of the Twelve Flower Gods and was already upset. This time she came to pick up her cousin who was also one of the Twelve Flower Gods to ridicule Wu Jingxun and vent her anger.
Unexpectedly, she played a trick on me!
Xu Ruotong was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she was too cautious to hit anyone.
Xue Tingwan, who had been rude to Wu Jingxun last time, has been locked up at home by his brother Ye and is not allowed to go out at will.
Xu Ruotong suddenly stopped. Huang Meizhu glanced at her from behind and muttered, "She has the will but not the guts. How boring." She then took Wu Jingxun's arm again and noticed that the girl's face seemed even paler than before. "No, let's go see a doctor first. We can go to Yungao Tower anytime."
Wu Jingxun held her hand and said, "It's okay. Maybe if I eat more delicious food, I'll get better."
Huang Meizhu couldn't persuade her, so she had to get on the carriage.
But just as the two were about to get off the carriage, Wu Jingxun's body swayed and he was about to fall off the carriage. Huang Meizhu squeezed out a scream from her throat.
A figure flashed by and steadily supported the girl in green who fell from the carriage.
Huang Meizhu also went to the banquet at the Pingning Marquis Mansion with her family that day and got to know the person in front of her.
"Pei...Ji Lang?"
Pei Huaiguang glanced at her expressionlessly, and because his expression was so cold, people ignored the sudden redness on the tip of his ear.
The person in my arms was too soft and too light.
Pei Huaiguang had held newborn lambs from other tribes, and to be honest, they didn't feel as good as hers.
"Why did she faint?"
Huang Meizhu frowned: "Jingxun has been ill for several days. Today he said he was feeling better, but in the end he is still not well."
Were you frightened sick by him?
Pei Huaiguang felt very unhappy, but he had to wait until she woke up to find out everything.
"I'll take her to the clinic first."
Huang Meizhu was anxious to catch up with the young man as he did not bring his maid with him today. However, the young man was holding someone and his steps were still fast and steady, so she could not catch up.
Just when Huang Meizhu was feeling depressed, she suddenly saw two young men on tall horses turning the corner from the side of the road. She couldn't help but burst into joy: "Brother! Prince Pei!"
It was Pei Jinguang and Huang Meizhu's brother Huang Zhuping.
Huang Meizhu chattered away, and Pei Jinguang's polite smile froze. He then nodded, "Thank you, I understand."
He glanced at Huang Zhuping and said, "Brother Ziqing, let's talk again some other day."
Pei Jinguang quickly rushed to the clinic that Huang Meizhu pointed out.
The medicine boy guided the solemn-looking guest to a place aside which was used as a temporary resting place for patients. He was about to speak behind a curtain when the guest waved his hand, motioning him to go down first.
The medicine boy left.
Pei Jinguang stood there, separated by a curtain, and inside were his fiancée and younger brother.
It was very quiet inside, and the only sound you could hear was the faint sound of breathing.
Pei Jinguang didn't know why he did this kind of homesick behavior.
After a pause, he lifted the curtain and saw the young man slowly leaning over, as if to kiss the girl who was still in a coma.
Pei Jinguang clenched his fists suddenly.
"Erlang."
His voice was icy.
"What are you doing?"
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If nothing goes wrong, I will be joining V tomorrow. I am grateful and excited. There will be red envelopes dropped by then. Come and play (*^_^*)
By the way, I would like to recommend Xiaowan's next book "Not Being a Good Wife". If you are interested, please collect it (づ￣ 3￣)づ
Xuan Mingzhu had been married into the Lu family for three years, serving her uncle and aunt and managing the household chores. Everyone in the Lu family and even in Jiankang City admired her virtue and propriety.
Only her husband.
Lu Yanting, the respected Dali Temple Minister who came from a wealthy family, won the top three places in the imperial examinations, and always treated her indifferently.
Tonight, Lu Yanting once again rested alone in the study without saying a word.
The delicious food that was served to celebrate their third wedding anniversary was already cold.
Xuan Mingzhu's face was as gloomy as water, and she broke a piece of the corner of the table.
She had suffered so much injustice, but she couldn't even touch his body.
Others thought she lived a life of luxury, but they didn't know that she could only eat porridge and small dishes every night.
Xuan Mingzhu sneered and kicked open the study door.
If you sleep with me again, I’ll divorce this bastard!
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Lu Yanting was shocked to find that his wife, who had always been quiet and gentle, was so strong.
After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, he closed his eyes and calmed himself down.
But then Xuan Mingzhu said coldly, "Husband, let's get a divorce."
A flash of thunder passed by, and Xuan Mingzhu watched Lu Yanting's mouth opening and closing.
What did he say?
A white light flashed before Xuan Mingzhu's eyes, and when she woke up, she was seventeen years old again.
Yunying is unmarried and has nothing to do with Lu Yanting.
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Lu Yanting felt an indescribable emotion about this bizarre encounter.
Thinking of the crazy bliss of last night, a faint blush appeared on the young man's face.
He was going to find his young wife.
Unexpectedly, he ran into her holding a martial arts competition to win a husband.
The onlookers exclaimed.
Oh, Yu Lang, who was loved by thousands of girls in Jiankang City, was kicked off the stage by Xuan Shisan Niang!
Xuan Mingzhu looked down at his embarrassed and stunned face as he fell to the ground, and smiled.
Cool!
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