Chapter 45 Chapter 45 The bright moon shines straight in, leaving no room for guesswork
The moonlight is soft, like the first light of dawn through a mountain window, filtering through the paper.
Cuiping rubbed her eyes tiredly, and saw Wu Jingxun still reading under the lamp. She couldn't help but sigh that it seemed that it was not Madam Tong who forced her, but that the lady really had a sincere desire to learn!
If the lady were a man and could take the imperial examination, then what would be the place for the eldest son?
Zi Ping took the scissors to cut the candle wick. When she saw the candle flames pop, she said softly, "My wife has been reading all day. She should rest early."
Doesn't she want to rest early?
Unfortunately, she couldn't tell Ziping and the others the reason directly, so Wu Jingxun had to take the opportunity to read a book to stay awake for a while. Seeing that the two maids looked tired, she asked them to go back to the room to rest and no longer have to keep watch.
Ziping was a little worried. "Last night, Madam didn't want us to keep watch, and now she's doing this again. Madam is kind, but how could Cuiping and I forget our responsibilities?"
Cuiping also nodded, but she was a little worried: "Could it be that my lady dislikes my little snoring being too loud?"
Wu Jingxun smiled, and the beautiful woman with a plain face smiled faintly, instantly fading the aloof and detached feeling that had previously surrounded her as she immersed herself in medical books. "It's not that serious. You've been busy all day long. I'm just reading and writing. You should rest more at night."
Ziping wanted to say something else, but Wu Jingxun firmly drove her back to the house to rest.
If she didn't leave now, she was worried that Pei Huaiguang would run into them.
Cuiping and the others also urged Wu Jingxun to put down the book and go to bed to rest. They put down the gauze curtains with jade-fragrant flowers and water grass patterns, and blew out the candles in the room, leaving only a small lamp emitting a faint yellow candlelight. With a "creaking" sound, Wu Jingxun was suddenly the only one left in the room.
Cuiping and Ziping walked through the corridor and went to the side room behind the upper house, still talking.
"Why did Madam ask us to replace that bright red tent embroidered with pomegranates and hundreds of seeds? It's so bright and festive."
Pei Huaiguang, who had just climbed over the wall and landed almost silently in the shadow behind the courtyard flower garden, twitched his ears, remembering what happened last night when he went to Xun Wu Jingxun to change the medicine.
They didn't know how unhappy he felt when he looked at the wedding tent that symbolized the newlyweds and the many children they would have.
They also didn't know that it was because of him that she was willing to agree to change the annoying red wedding curtains.
Even if I used some tricks, so what?
Pei Huaiguang looked at the full moon in the sky, his thoughts drifting back to last night.
Wu Jingxun was concentrating on changing the bandage for him, but unexpectedly, his uncle, who had been so brave as to fight against more than a dozen men in black, suddenly fell down weakly. Wu Jingxun didn't want to help him, but if he did, the wound would burst open again. Given his temper, he would definitely suffer again.
Wu Jingxun held her breath, and in a moment of urgency, she pulled out a silk handkerchief and placed it on her palm, supporting his arm. "What's wrong?"
Hearing the impatience in her soft voice, Pei Huaiguang felt a pang in his heart and became increasingly agitated and depressed.
"When I looked at the tent, it was like I saw the blood on the back mountain of Da Ci'en Temple. I lost my composure for a moment. Please forgive me, sister-in-law." After saying this, he wanted to straighten up, but Wu Jingxun's hand felt heavy. Through a thin layer of silk handkerchief, she could clearly feel the vitality under her arm and in the veins, which was as endless, surging and vigorous as the water melting ice and snow in spring.
She couldn't help but feel a bit amused and sarcastic about her uncle who suddenly showed weakness at this moment.
Love is really not a good thing. Even a swordsman who kills several people without blinking an eye can resort to trickery just to get her to replace the Hundred Sons and Thousands of Grandchildren Tent that is only used for newlyweds.
Would a man like him faint at the sight of blood? He was just plotting to get her to change the wedding curtains.
Seeing Wu Jingxun silent, Pei Huaiguang was facing away from her. He turned his head slightly and saw the girl's jade-like profile and her bright and soft lips tightly pursed.
Seems a little unhappy.
Pei Huaiguang's voice rang out in the dark inner room: "If I look at this tent and feel fear in my heart, I'm afraid the wound will heal even slower. Then, I'll have to trouble my sister-in-law..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jingxun nodded and agreed: "I'll ask someone to replace him tomorrow." Her voice was clear and light, with a hint of warning - I have already met your request, don't make trouble again.
Pei Huaiguang knew very well that she had agreed so readily because she didn't want to pester him any further, but he still felt a strange feeling of satisfaction and resentment in his heart.
After changing the medicine, Pei Huaiguang said nothing more and left in silence.
Wu Jingxun looked at the wedding curtain in the night. Every delicate pattern of pomegranates and children's faces was embroidered by her own hands. But just as she was in the mood when she embroidered this pattern, which should have carried the bride's shyness, expectations, and longings, she did not feel much emotion when she agreed to change the wedding curtain.
She didn't want Pei Huaiguang to disturb her current life, so she was willing to try her best to deal with it. It was just a matter of changing the curtains that symbolized the wedding celebration. It was not a big deal.
Pei Huaiguang left for a long time, but Wu Jingxun was still sitting on the Luohan bed, looking thoughtfully at the festive glow of the pomegranates embroidered with gold and red threads on the wedding curtains under the soft moonlight.
Her dark thoughts seemed to be exposed under the moonlight, but Pei Huaiguang knew them all.
...but he doesn't care.
Two maids walked briskly under the corridor.
Zi Ping glared at her in disapproval: "Now that you're all alone, looking at that festive tent won't it bring back memories and make you miss your son-in-law even more?"
Cui Ping acted as if she had suddenly realized something. "You're right! My wife has been thinking about my son-in-law since she got married. She's even been suffering from lovesickness! They say a doctor can't cure himself. As long as my son-in-law comes back, my wife's lovesickness will definitely be cured!"
There were faint voices coming from behind, accompanied by the low whispers of the maids. Pei Huaiguang suddenly hated his keen hearing that had saved him from many disasters.
If you can't hear it, can't you continue to deceive yourself?
This was his third night in Luyun Garden.
Watching the elegant-colored tent drooping softly, the delicate and light cloud-like gauze brushed against the girl's wrist, like a lover's silent caress. In Pei Huaiguang's eyes, it was like a faintly lit cluster of blue lotus fire.
It burned and caused a subtle and hidden pain inside him.
The girl's cold fingertips fell on her back, and the pain quietly disappeared.
Pei Huaiguang closed his eyes, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes under the indigo headband rarely showed some struggle and pain.
Wu Jingxun changed the medicine for him with an expressionless face. He had done this three times and was already very skilled at it.
"Okay, let's go."
This was the first sentence she said after the two met tonight, and it seemed that it would also be the last sentence.
Pei Huaiguang shamelessly indulged in the fleeting joy of being alone with the two of them. After silently gathering his clothes, he suddenly said without thinking, "Sister-in-law, I read a collection of poems today."
He guessed that she might like a man like his brother who was both talented in literature and martial arts, calm and elegant. Reading and calligraphy became things he often did besides practicing swordsmanship.
Seeing the inexplicable innocence in his expression, Wu Jingxun turned his head away.
She wanted to be even more snarky and ask, "You can even read?" But her years of upbringing kept her silent.
Even though she knew that saying this might actually help her solve the problem faster.
Pei Huaiguang seemed not to notice the slight impatience between her eyebrows, and continued: "The bright moon shines directly, there is no intention to guess."
It is a poem by Li Bai.
Wu Jingxun lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Pei Huaiguang turned around. There was a thin layer of gauze paper on the shutters, which could not block the cold moonlight from falling on her. She had a fair complexion, but her face was dignified and flawless, like a Bodhisattva sitting on a lotus seat, looking down at the suffering beings. Her broad and compassionate heart could not accommodate him.
"I treat you like the moonlight."
"Sister-in-law, you should know."
How ridiculous, he said such incestuous words and yet reminded her that they were uncle and sister-in-law.
Pei Huaiguang stood up. In the past six months since returning to Jinling, he had grown much taller. Standing and sitting like this could easily give rise to a condescending arrogance and pressure.
but……
Wu Jingxun only felt a heavy sigh and resentment.
What is he sighing about? What is he complaining about?
Once such unacceptable feelings between the world were exposed, he would probably just be ridiculed with a few sarcastic remarks about "young man's playboy" and let it go, but she would have to face the dilemma of complete separation.
What unpleasant words will be spread in the market, what disgusted and disappointed looks will be cast at me by my mother and brothers, what words will the old ladies lament about marrying an unvirtuous wife...
Just this little bit of affection would make her fall into a situation where it would be difficult for her to regain her peace.
How can I accept being called Wu Jingxun?
"When it's the hour of Mao, the sun will rise and the moonlight will no longer exist." Wu Jingxun looked up at him. His pupils were still like amber beads in the dark night, but with such a light eye color, no matter how affectionate the owner was, it would only make people feel frivolous.
At least that's what Wu Jingxun thought.
"The same is true of your affection."
Once the love of young people is ignited, it is like a hot wind in summer or a wildfire in winter, burning them so hard that they just rush forward blindly, completely ignoring whether these burning feelings will burn others.
It's just a mirage. If Wu Jingxun believes it and takes it seriously, he will fall into the bottomless Jing Lake as soon as he takes a step forward.
No one could save her.
"Your wound will heal quickly. Apply this medicine for a few more days and ask the maid or servant to change the medicine for you." When Wu Jingxun went to pay his respects to the old lady today, Madam Qiong said that she had stuffed a few beautiful maids into Erlang's room. There seemed to be something hidden in her words, but Wu Jingxun didn't want to think about it too much.
She stretched out her hand, and in her frosty palm was a bottle of medicine.
Pei Huaiguang just watched and didn't take it.
"Can't I come again?"
Wu Jingxun's voice was also soft, but firm: "If you want me to live, please don't come again."
"Luyun Garden is the small home of your brother and me. It has nothing to do with you, uncle." Pei Huaiguang was silent for a long time, took the medicine, and brushed her palm with his equally cold fingertips. The moonlight also fell generously on his tall and straight back, but the figure quickly disappeared into the darkness and could no longer be found.
Wu Jingxun closed his eyes.
She knew that the only people who could be threatened by something like their lives were those who truly loved and cherished her.
…but so what?
The emotion in the eyes of the dignified girl was colder and fainter than the moonlight. She didn't want to leave her fate to others to decide.
After being confused for more than ten years, she should finally live according to her own wishes.
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In the next few days, Pei Huaiguang did not come to look for her again.
Only when Cuiping talked about the group of men in black she met in the back mountain that day, would Wu Jingxun vaguely and briefly remember that tall and thin figure.
"Someone is looking for revenge. We were just unlucky and ran into him. Let's not talk about it anymore."
Cuiping saw that her wife was in a bad mood, so she said "oh" and helped her to wash and dry the herbs.
Wu Jingxun was making ointment for Madam Qiong's legs.
However, a maidservant of Madam Qiong came to invite her, saying that there were guests at the mansion and asked her to go and entertain them.
Wu Jingxun nodded, changed into some brighter and more decent clothes, and went to the flower hall in the front yard.
In addition to her mother-in-law, there was also a young girl wearing a golden pearl crown and a Shu brocade skirt.
She is the Princess of Changyi.
Every time he met the princess herself or someone related to her, nothing good ever happened. Wu Jingxun subconsciously tensed up.
Princess Changyi looked at Wu Jingxun, who was kneeling to salute. She had her hair combed in a bun, and without letting her hair down to cover it up, her neck, as delicate as warm jade, became even more prominent.
It was so conspicuous that she couldn't hide the anger in her heart and wanted to break this beautiful neck.
But it’s not enough, father still needs her.
A dead person's body is filled with rotten air, and his blood is useless.
Thinking of the secret she accidentally discovered that day, Princess Changyi's face looked a little ugly. She belatedly realized the Queen Mother's meaningful look and smile that day.
"Madam, there's no need to be so polite." Princess Changyi composed herself and called out with a smile. Facing the respectful, beautiful face, she said calmly, "I was passing by your house today and thought I'd send you an invitation."
"I'm planning a polo tournament at the end of this month in Xishan, but I'm worried that I won't be able to attend, which would ruin the good intentions the Queen Mother and the Empress have planned for me," Princess Changyi said, stopping short. "They say the Crown Prince's wife is a devoted and filial son. I'm sure she'll agree to attend the tournament and won't want me to be alone, right?"
Now that things have come to this, does Wu Jingxun still have room to refuse?
Besides, she was really tired of the constant fear of being on guard against thieves.
She smiled at Princess Changyi impartially, but with malicious eyes, and said, "Yes, I will definitely come as promised."
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The author has something to say: Today’s diary mini-theater——
Wu Panpan: I am not who I was yesterday. It is very simple to reject someone.
Pei Da: The moon in Beicheng is very round. If possible, I would like to take her and the children to appreciate the moon in Beicheng together.
Pei Er: I'm in a bad mood, so I won't write anymore
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