Chapter 44 Chapter 44 He just loves to be a slut, and he's willing to do it...
There had just been a fierce battle in the mountain stream. The creek was gurgling as it gurgled over the rocks. The continuous breeze blew away the rusty smell. Occasionally, a deer would peek over to the stream to drink water. It saw two strange people standing by the stream, not saying a word or moving, but looking at them curiously with a pair of big, clear eyes, and making a few tender deer calls.
Pei Huaiguang paused, tied the knife to his waist, and lowered his thick eyelashes to block the dark light that flashed in his glass-like pupils.
The torn black round-necked robe was slowly pulled down to the waist, revealing bloody wounds and other scars that had faded in color but still existed.
The person behind him didn't move for a long time. Pei Huaiguang was about to turn around to look at her when he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
Wu Jingxun soaked a handkerchief with stream water and gently wiped away the mud and dirt on the surface of the wound. She tried not to be distracted, but her eyes could not help but glance at the old scars that had turned white.
...This Erlang of the Pei family has just returned home. Before that, where did he make a living?
"On the grasslands. There's endless green, and there are also snow-capped mountains that are difficult to climb."
When a deep male voice sounded, Wu Jingxun was shocked to realize that he had actually asked this question.
She didn't say anything. Pei Huaiguang looked at the floating and jumping gold fragments in the sunlight, like hundreds of golden butterflies lightly landing on the water. He remembered that one year when there was no water source on the grassland, he walked dozens of miles, chewing grass roots, and finally found a water source, but had a fight with people from a nearby tribe.
"I lived there alone for twelve years." Pei Huaiguang lowered his voice. If it were in the past, he would have sneered if he was asked to talk about the past in front of a girl and act pitiful.
But now, as long as he could win her affection for a moment, and let her delicate and cold fingers stay on his skin for a moment longer, Pei Huaiguang could talk about the past events that he was not willing to mention without changing his expression or heartbeat.
Twelve years? He was only sixteen this year.
Wu Jingxun was a little hesitant, but did not ask any further questions. After simply cleaning the mud and dirt around the wound, he carefully identified the herbs by the stream. If he saw any that could be used, he would tear them off and wrap them in a handkerchief.
The fragrant scent suddenly disappeared. Pei Huaiguang turned around, and the sunlight shone on his back, which looked like a beautiful jade, and a bright arc was curved along the light.
The man's face was dyed a light wheat color, but his body was very white.
Wu Jingxun watched him staring at her without blinking, his thin and slightly upturned lips tightly pursed, and he looked unhappy.
But then again, who would be happy when they’re injured and in pain?
Wu Jingxun gathered the herbs in her handkerchief and ground them with a handy round stone. When she was almost done, she glanced at Pei Huaiguang, who was still staring at her silently, and said unhappily, "Turn around."
The porcelain-white body swayed in front of her eyes, which was a bit dazzling.
Pei Huaiguang turned around with a breath held, and asked her abruptly: "Aren't you curious why I have been alone outside for so many years?"
"If I want to know, I'll just wait for your brother to come back and ask him." Wu Jingxun subconsciously stabbed back. Sure enough, after hearing these words, the aura of the originally depressed boy became several degrees colder. Even the deer that was secretly peeping at them across the stream was frightened and ran into the bushes and disappeared.
Pei Huaiguang wanted to talk to her more, but Wu Jingxun obviously didn't want to cooperate. She was just treating his wounds out of kindness.
Thinking of this, Pei Huaiguang pursed his lips, which had turned pale due to blood loss, even tighter.
I just want to beg for mercy in front of her and even want to uncover all the old scars for her to see. What's the use? I don't care if others have better ones.
The herbal paste applied to the wound brought an indescribable sting. Pei Huaiguang was looking for trouble: "Even if sister-in-law doesn't like me anymore, there's no need to be so harsh. If I get sick and paralyzed, will sister-in-law be distressed?"
Wu Jingxun had never seen anyone who loved to curse him like this.
She applied a little force to pat the herbal paste into the edge of the wound. After hearing a suppressed groan, she withdrew her hand with satisfaction: "Okay, put on your clothes quickly."
This cold white skin is very attractive in the mountains, and Wu Jingxun doesn't want to provoke some lustful monster.
Pei Huaiguang put on his clothes in silence. The soft humming sound caused by the wound looked like the unintentional whimpering of Mantou while sleeping at night. The cub was so cute and pitiful that it naturally sounded pitiful.
He was a man who was taller and stronger than her...
Wu Jingxun lowered his eyes, finally feeling somewhat reluctant: "Go back later, rest for a while and then go back down the mountain. Find a doctor to bandage you properly. It's hot, don't get an inflammation."
After Wu Jingxun finished speaking, he felt that he now had some of the kindness of a doctor and a parent. He was able to give such a long list of instructions in a gentle voice to his rebellious and bad-tempered uncle.
Unfortunately, her rebellious and bad-tempered uncle was not easy to talk to. He just frowned and looked at her in disbelief: "Is this how sister-in-law repays kindness with enmity?"
Wu Jingxun didn't understand his logic: "When did I..."
Before she could finish her words, she saw Pei Huaiguang tuck his clothes behind him. That dazzling cold white light finally stopped wandering around her, but his voice rose a little: "If I go out to seek medical treatment, the people around me will make a fuss and shout about this matter. The old lady and the others will definitely worry and nag me endlessly. But I have a personality that likes to run around. If this goes on, won't the old lady and I quarrel and put me in an unfilial position? Today, I saved my sister-in-law and your maid's life, but my sister-in-law is repaying kindness with hatred?"
Wu Jingxun was stunned after hearing his chatter.
Why don’t you see him talking so much usually?
Seeing the girl's red lips slightly parted, she looked a little stunned. Pei Huaiguang's eyes flashed with a smile, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "If I had known earlier, I would have done a benefactor. There is no point in having someone use it and then throw it away."
...what do you mean by throw it away after use?
Wu Jingxun reluctantly said, "Then what do you want?"
She took the bait.
Pei Huaiguang's mood suddenly brightened, and he looked sunny and cheerful. However, when he remembered Wu Jingxun still watching him, he quickly calmed down a bit and said unhappily, "How can a person like me make a decision? Sister-in-law, please think about how to prevent the old lady and others from discovering my injuries and at the same time help me recover quickly."
Wu Jingxun felt a headache when he saw his gloomy and fragile appearance.
But they really did save her.
Finally, Wu Jingxun could only say coldly, "For the next seven days, every night at 1:15 PM, come to my courtyard and I'll change the dressing for you."
Pei Huaiguang looked back at her in astonishment, but he was more than a head taller than her. This feigned surprised gaze from top to bottom made Wu Jingxun feel suffocated as if she were being stared at by a hunter.
"In that case, thank you very much, sister-in-law."
Wu Jingxun didn't respond. She went to the stream to wash her hands and prepared to leave.
Pei Huaiguang was reluctant to part with this time spent with just the two of them. He hoped it would be longer so that he would have more things to reminisce about when he couldn't sleep at night.
"How's the dog?"
Wu Jingxun paused and landed on the ground covered with broken leaves and dead branches, making a slight crisp sound.
"It's very good." Wu Jingxun thought for a moment and added, "I named it Mantou. You should stop calling it a dog from now on."
Steamed bun?
The young man sneered softly, and Wu Jingxun's ears heard the short sneer, which seemed to become reality - steamed buns didn't seem to be much better than the name of dog.
Little did he know that the little dog with fluffy white fur, Mantou, just filled the hole of her childhood regrets, and she no longer had to be obsessed with her mother's love.
These are not ordinary steamed buns!
Wu Jingxun didn't intend to explain the reason to Pei Huaiguang, but she still found the mocking look on his face somewhat annoying, so she deliberately asked, "Does your knife have a name?"
It didn’t exist before, but it exists now.
The name emerged from his mind, and in just a moment, Pei Huaiguang decided it was this one.
"pearl."
In the girl's somewhat stunned eyes, Pei Huaiguang repeated lazily: "Pearl, it's called Pearl."
The purple pearl he placed on his chest felt slightly warm.
Wu Jingxun actually sensed a hint of joy and... pride from his expression?
She looked at the simple and low-key black long sword hanging on the boy's waist with suspicion. After thinking about it from left to right, she could not imagine how such a cold and solemn sword could be related to pearls.
Besides, how are pearls better than steamed buns?!
Wu Jingxun complimented him politely: "I guess you really like pearls, uncle." She wanted to go back and was about to lift her foot, but she heard the boy's deep voice behind her, like the wind suddenly passing through the dense trees, falling into her ears, making her feel inexplicably itchy.
"I have never seen pearls before."
"You gave me my first pearl."
It was the true owner of the pearl that he realized belatedly.
Unexpectedly, Wu Jingxun looked into the boy's deep, sparkling eyes and subconsciously looked away, pretending not to understand what he meant. "Really? That purple pearl is quite expensive. You should keep it. It would be nice to give it to your sister-in-law later..."
The tone of her voice was a little vague and her eyes were looking away, which was clearly a gesture of resistance.
She was resisting the possibility implicit in his words.
Pei Huaiguang didn't want to let her go and miss this opportunity.
"Sister-in-law, what you said is very interesting. You gave me the pearls, and now you want me to give them to my future wife." Pei Huaiguang's beautiful eyebrows seemed to be pressed by layers of unmelted ice and snow, which thinned the slight joy between his raised eyebrows and revealed an inexplicable gloom. "Then according to what sister-in-law said, the things you gave to my brother can also be given to me without saying a word?"
How does this logic make sense?
Wu Jingxun frowned, not wanting to discuss this topic: "I just mentioned it casually. Whether you want to keep it or not, it's up to you."
She turned around, and the boy's gloomy and aggrieved face was instantly forgotten. She could not see him, but she could hear his voice.
"This is the first and only thing my sister-in-law has given me. How could I throw it away?" How could he bear to do that?
"I am not as lucky as my brother. I can get the belt and sachet embroidered by my sister-in-law, but I can't get the peace pendant engraved by my sister-in-law with all her sincerity." These words and memories made Pei Huaiguang feel unbearable just by surfacing in his mind, but he still said them word by word.
"You wouldn't even let me keep a pearl?"
...What the hell, the more I talk about it, the more confusing it becomes!
Wu Jingxun didn't even turn her head, her skirt brushing against the flower leaves still wet with dew, and her voice was cold and indifferent, as if the few harmonious conversations just now had never happened.
"I'm not that stingy. It's a thank-you gift to my benefactor. You should accept it." Apart from this layer of gratitude, there was nothing else.
The burning pain in his back became stronger and stronger. Pei Huaiguang pursed his lips and caught up with her in a few steps.
"Shall I go back with you?"
Wu Jingxun, however, distanced himself from him, his attitude icy and aloof: "No need for that. If someone saw us leaving at the same time, there might be gossip."
Why didn’t you consider this when you invited him into the mountains?
Pei Huaiguang became more and more certain of his guess. She must want to find a secluded place to talk things out with him and ask him to stop coming around and causing her more trouble.
He now doesn't know whether the assassination was good or bad.
Pei Huaiguang closed his eyes and knew what she was going to say. His mood suddenly became more depressed and gloomy. "Are you goingssiping? You and I, uncle and sister-in-law, are just going up the mountain to collect herbs. We are innocent and open. Why should we be afraid of rumors?"
Now he would use these words to retort her.
Wu Jingxun sneered but did not stop.
Seeing her steps getting faster and faster, Pei Huaiguang was able to catch up with her easily. He lowered his voice deliberately, which inexplicably gave off some ambiguity and ill intentions in the silent jungle.
"Sister-in-law, are you so nervous? Is it because you feel guilty? Do you think there's something fishy and unfrank between us, and that's why you're afraid of what people will say?"
Wu Jingxun tried hard not to listen, but his voice was like the wind blowing through silk strings, ringing endlessly.
She paused, and when she turned back angrily, her face was filled with vivid displeasure. "Uncle, have you been so hurt that your brain has gone haywire? You should hurry back to the temple and ask the abbot to give you some incense ash to soak in water and drink, otherwise you might become haywire and develop hysteria, which would be terrible."
After saying that, she covered her ears with her hands and walked away quickly.
It was as if there was a male vixen behind him who could seduce people with his voice.
Looking at her almost fleeing back, Pei Huaiguang lowered his eyebrows. He would rather it was a disease.
If it could be cured, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.
He didn't chase after her. He just watched the pale green figure hurried away. Accompanied by the chirping screams of the girl named Cuiping, the two of them took a detour back to the Zen room.
Of course we have to take a detour. Those dozen corpses lying there are really unlucky.
Pei Huaiguang walked forward with his newly-made pearl knife with a name, picked off the black scarves covering the faces of the men in black, and examined them carefully. As expected, none of these people had anything on them to prove their identity.
But now he needs something that cannot be spoken of to help him make the fire bigger, so that when the emperor is angry, more people will be burned.
A clear whistle echoed through the jungle, startling many birds and making them fly high, welcoming this jungle that was about to no longer be peaceful.
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The clouds are light and the moon is dim.
Because the old lady was fascinated by the discussion of Buddhism with the abbot, she waved her hand and decided to leave tomorrow, so Wu Jingxun stayed with her.
She was wearing a wide-sleeved green silk shirt and gazing at the bright moon in the sky. The cold moonlight fell on the girl's beautiful face, making her look inexplicably detached from the mundane world.
Cuiping still felt the pain in her neck. Seeing Wu Jingxun standing quietly under the veranda admiring the moon, she went over to her and asked, "Madam, why don't you see Master Pei?"
Although Da Ci'en Temple is very popular, the meditation rooms are only built for living. The stone slabs in the courtyard have been in disrepair for many years and have become concave in the middle, with water accumulating in it. The full moon is reflected in it, and the ripples move with the moon, and the hair hanging down from the side of the beauty's bun is gently blown along with it.
"I don't know either." Some time ago, during their vegetarian meal, the old lady complained that Erlang had gone off to shoot sparrows with his bow and arrows again. Wu Jingxun said nothing, only setting the dishes and serving the soup for the old lady. "The monk chefs at Da Ci'en Temple are truly skilled. This bowl of fresh wild mushroom soup is delicious, rich, and not greasy. Grandma, you can have more."
All of her children and grandchildren are a worry, but her granddaughter-in-law is beautiful, considerate and filial.
The old lady immediately put Pei Erlang out of her mind and had a pleasant vegetarian meal with her grandson's wife.
Wu Jingxun felt a little annoyed. If it weren't for that group of men in black causing trouble, she would have firmly expressed her feelings to Pei Huaiguang once again. Why bother wasting time thinking about things that were impossible to achieve?
She was lost in thought when she heard Cuiping mutter, "Second Master, you're being too harsh! Look, my lady, I'm almost crooked!"
Wu Jingxun saw that she was indeed twisting her neck in great pain, so he reached out to feel around and said hesitantly, "How about I give you two injections?"
She had learned some acupuncture from the doctor of the Wu Mansion before, but she had never put it into practice and was a little hesitant for a while.
Cuiping nodded quickly, but this movement caused another wave of pain, which frightened her so much that she quickly pulled Wu Jingxun's hand into the house to get acupuncture.
Cuiping cried for a long time, and Wu Jingxun had to put aside all distractions and concentrate on giving her acupuncture. Seeing Cuiping holding her neck and feeling that the wry neck symptom had eased a lot, she began to jump around again. He actively helped her to put away the needle after it was sterilized by fire. Wu Jingxun was also satisfied with this acupuncture to save her life.
Speaking of saving people.
The hinged windows in the Zen room were covered with only a thin layer of gauze paper. Wu Jingxun stared at the blurry moonlight outside the window, his chin in his hand, in a daze.
It's so hot now. If he doesn't go to the clinic to apply medicine and treat his wound as soon as possible, the wound will become inflamed and ulcerated sooner or later.
The moon is bright and the wind is rising again.
In the darkness of the night, a man rode a white horse up the mountain. The young monk guarding the gate nodded and saw a handsome man standing on a tall horse. His demeanor and majesty were not that of an ordinary man. He woke up from his sleep and bowed to the man with a Buddhist salute: "Donor, you——"
Pei Huaiguang and the Queming Guards carried the corpses down the mountain and orchestrated a trap to have Taoist Zhenji sneak in. He was imprisoned as a shady cultivator stealing corpses to refine elixirs. Since Taoist Zhenji was the one Prince Rong had presented to the emperor, this incident was sure to be followed by numerous impeachment memorials to Emperor Zhou Qing, impeaching Prince Rong for his devious and harmful actions.
After finishing his work, Pei Huaiguang hurried back to the duty room of Queming Guard to change the medicine. When the special medicine for regenerating tissue and healing wounds came into contact with the wound, a sharp and unbearable pain suddenly rose from his bone marrow. However, he remained expressionless. He simply bandaged the wound, washed it, changed his clothes, and rode out on his horse.
There were many pilgrims staying overnight at Da Ci'en Temple. Because of her noble status, the old lady lived with Wu Jingxun in the West Zen Room near the back mountain. However, it was just a small courtyard with two entrances. The advantage was that it was quiet and peaceful, and seldom disturbed.
At this time, the sky was dim, and the light rising from the other side of the mountain gradually swallowed up the thick night, revealing a little distant dawn.
Pei Huaiguang hesitated for a while, but still did not climb over the wall to go in.
I walked to a small pavilion not far away, looking at the warm sky with white dew and the hazy fog from the night before, which made me dizzy.
It was not until the sky brightened that Pei Huaiguang heard a creaking sound from the yard not far away and the door opened.
The one who came out was Xiu Gu, who served the old lady. She had good eyesight and saw Pei Huaiguang standing alone in the pavilion, with a thin layer of dew on his brow and shoulders. She wiped his hair with a handkerchief with some pity, "My dear Second Master, why are you standing in the pavilion? There are empty meditation rooms inside."
Pei Huaiguang dodged her hand, turned his head away, and said coldly, "This is unreasonable."
Xiu Gu was stunned at first, then burst out laughing: "Second Master, you are joking. That courtyard has two entrances. You and the guards can live in the first entrance together, right? How long have you been waiting here? I will go to the kitchen and make you a bowl of ginger soup."
Xiu Gu spoke and acted in a hurry. Before Pei Huaiguang had time to refuse, he saw her walking towards the kitchen of the temple with quick and steady steps.
When Wu Jingxun arrived at the upper room where the old lady lived, he saw Pei Huaiguang, whose face was inexplicably red. He was a little surprised and paused. After asking the old lady if she slept well last night, he looked at Pei Huaiguang politely and said, "How about my uncle, are you used to the Zen room in the mountains?"
She actually didn't know whether Pei Huaiguang came back last night, nor did she know where he went after being scolded by her.
...It's impossible that I hid in the woods and cried all night, right?
Wu Jingxun thought secretly, I just saw that his face was red, could it be that he really has a fever?
Pei Huaiguang coughed, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the blush from the spicy ginger soup. His tone wasn't particularly warm when he spoke to Wu Jingxun. He simply said, "Thank you for your concern, sister-in-law. I'm fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped by the old lady from behind. Perhaps it happened that the slap hit his wound. Wu Jingxun saw that Pei Huaiguang's face, which had just been a little rosy, suddenly turned pale again. He felt a little reluctant, but also wanted to laugh.
The old lady glared at her troublesome grandson and told him about how he had stood in the pavilion outside for most of the night. She then complained bitterly to Wu Jingxun, "Is this kid a little cunning?"
Wu Jingxun's eyes curved slightly, and she was about to nod, but she accidentally caught Pei Huaiguang's meaningful look at her.
She just couldn't click any further.
If I admit that he's stubborn, then wouldn't that also mean I'm admitting his unwavering thoughts about me? The thought of it makes me upset.
Wu Jingxun was afraid that he would provoke her again, so before leaving Da Ci'en Temple, she went to the Buddha to ask for red silk, which symbolized peace and well-being, and borrowed a pen and ink, preparing to tie it on the big locust tree in the temple, which was said to be hundreds of years old.
The old lady was naturally happy to see this happen. Seeing her granddaughter-in-law blushing, she smiled and joked, "Oh, look at our Jingxun, he's really thoughtful. When Jin Ge'er comes back, I'll have to have a good talk with him. If he treats you badly, even this old locust tree will be the first to disagree!" After laughing, she asked mischievously, "What did you write? Can you read it to me, an old lady?"
Wu Jingxun felt a little embarrassed by the teasing. She glanced at the young man standing nearby, his head slightly lowered, his expression unclear. Her voice was as clear as falling pearls and jade: "It's nothing... I just hope that my husband and I can live happily ever after."
The old lady savored it slowly and was amused even more by the lingering affection in it.
Although Pei Huaiguang did not understand the meaning of these two sentences, when he saw the girl's rosy face and the old lady's smile that showed her teeth, he knew that this was probably not a good thing!
But his good sister-in-law still pretended to look at him with a shy and timid expression, and said in a voice full of joy: "It's just that the lower branches of the big locust tree are all tied up. I want to tie it higher so that I can see more clearly when I fulfill my vow with my husband in the future. Unfortunately, I am clumsy and short-handed, and I am afraid I can't tie it well. I wonder if my uncle would be willing to help me tie the red silk higher?"
Pei Huaiguang's face was gloomy.
The old lady thought he was just frozen by the mountain dew and patted him again: "Your sister-in-law has spoken, why don't you go quickly!"
Wu Jingxun readily agreed: "In that case, thank you very much, uncle."
Pei Huaiguang took the red silk with a forced smile. He didn't want to look closely. There were two lines of beautiful handwriting on it. It looked very sincere. The author even knew to ask him to find a high branch with fewer people hanging prayer banners to tie it on.
Pei Huaiguang tied the red silk that carried Wu Jingxun's beautiful feelings to a higher tree trunk with a sour face. He listened to them muttering below about whether they were not standing well enough, and then he exerted force with his hands and tied the red silk into an extremely ugly knot.
When he has time in the future, he will definitely take it off with his own hands!
The purpose of provoking Pei Huaiguang was achieved. Pei Huaiguang was very quiet from the time he went down the mountain to the time he returned to Pei Mansion. He did not take the initiative to cause trouble. Wu Jingxun was very satisfied. It seemed that he could have a peaceful day.
But this peaceful time is really too short.
After coming down from the mountain, Wu Jingxun felt that Cuiping and Ziping were also tired, so he did not ask them to keep watch tonight, but only asked Mantou to sleep on the footstool.
In the middle of the night, Mantou, who was sleeping soundly with his tail hanging down, heard the noise and bared his teeth fiercely at the person who came, trying to scare away the enemy with his ferocious side!
But the enemy was not afraid at all. He gave it a slap in the face and whispered, "Look carefully at who I am before you bite me, stupid dog."
Mantou blinked his confused big eyes, shook his fur which was a little messy from sleep, seemed to wake up a little, sniffed the scent of the person who came, retracted his teeth obediently, and wagged his tail at Pei Huaiguang.
Finally, his hard work of teaching the dog to recognize its father by giving it meat bones every day was not in vain.
Wu Jingxun heard the noise and Mantou whimpered and acted coquettishly. She reached out and lifted the bed curtain, and saw Pei Huaiguang standing in the room. She didn't know whether to wonder if her act as the white angel was not enough to wake him up, or if she should wonder if she had been too heavy-handed and driven him a little crazy.
"What are you doing here?"
The moonlight curled up, casting a fragrant mist into the room through the gauze window. Pei Huaiguang stood there, looking at her with a wary face, and suddenly smiled.
"Didn't sister-in-law tell me to come and find you to change the medicine? Why did you act terrified as if you had met a lecher when I came here?" Pei Huaiguang slowly pinched the dog's mouth to prevent it from barking too much and attracting people. He saw a faint blush slowly appearing on the girl's porcelain-white face, and he didn't know whether it was from shame or anger.
"Or is it that my sister-in-law is just teasing me and actually just wants to get rid of me quickly?"
Wu Jingxun frowned: "Go behind the screen first, I'll come over soon."
Pei Huaiguang asked knowingly, "What are you doing here?"
Wu Jingxun felt that meeting this person had stirred up all the anger he had been holding back for the past decade or so. "What else can I do? I'll change your medicine."
Pei Huaiguang seemed very satisfied with this answer, and took the suddenly obedient Mantou out to wait for her.
Wu Jingxun casually grabbed a jade-colored shirt with magnolia branches embroidered on it, put it on, and walked around the screen to go out. Seeing Pei Huaiguang was about to light the lamp, she panicked and hurried over: "Don't light the lamp."
The girl's fragrant and heavy breath suddenly filled his body. Pei Huaiguang's throat tightened and his voice became lowered: "Why?"
Why, this person still has the nerve to ask why?
If he had come before Cuiping and the others fell asleep, it would have been fine. The maid could have covered her up, and applying the medicine wouldn't have taken much time. They could have quickly finished and sent him away. But now, in the dead of night, if someone discovered that they, the uncle and the sister-in-law, were in the same room...
Her reputation is really unbearable to listen to.
Wu Jingxun was too lazy to pay attention to him and just said casually: "Lamp oil is expensive, save it if you can."
In the dim moonlight, Wu Jing searched for the white cloth to apply medicine to the wound. When she came back and saw Pei Huaiguang still standing there in a daze, she couldn't help but frowned: "What are you still standing there for? Take off your clothes."
This sounds familiar...
Pei Huaiguang took off his shirt and thought casually about what he had heard a patron say to a prostitute in Xiangyu Tower before.
But when it came out of her mouth, it lacked some of the greasy and romantic feelings, leaving only the coldness of the autumn frosty moon.
In a blink of an eye, it’s been almost a month since my brother passed away.
Despite the pain in his back, Pei Huaiguang still had the energy to joke, "Sister-in-law has to save even the candle oil here. Is it because my brother is stingy and won't leave you any money? Why don't you come to my place? I can give you everything I have...hiss."
Wu Jingxun deliberately poked the wound hard with a cotton ball dipped in medicine. Seeing that the tall body as cold as porcelain immediately stiffened, the anger in his heart finally eased a little.
After Pei Huaiguang recovered, he glanced at the woman who was almost dozing on his lap, with a suspiciously shiny bun on the edge of her mouth, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Will I come again tomorrow?"
Why ask in such a questioning tone? He wouldn't listen to her anyway.
Wu Jingxun felt a little sleepy, but he tried to move his hands as quickly as possible: "Are you born in the Year of the Cat?"
Pei Huaiguang said subconsciously: "My zodiac sign is the same as yours."
Wu Jingxun glared at her in an indecent manner: "I don't like staying up late." Only her uncle, whose whereabouts are a mystery all day long, spent most of the night in the pavilion behind the mountain, but he is still energetic during the day today, and even has the energy to climb over the wall late at night to ask her to change his medicine.
With such energy, it's no wonder that his wounds heal faster than ordinary people.
"Alright, hurry up and leave." Wu Jingxun really didn't want to be discovered, and it was hard to explain why her eldest sister-in-law, who lived alone, would be alone in a room with her hot-blooded brother-in-law in the middle of the night. "Be careful when you leave."
Even though he knew that her words were not truly out of concern, Pei Huaiguang still felt satisfied.
After satisfaction comes emptiness.
He quickly climbed over the wall and landed in the bamboo forest. Looking at the full moon hanging above the sparse tung trees, he murmured, "Wendusu, why do you love to be such a jerk?"
But he knows this and yet he enjoys it.
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