Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Got it, got tired of it, just smoke it as soon as possible...
The scent of cold sandalwood mixed with the familiar warm fragrance embraced her intimately from behind, and subtle ripples slowly emerged in Wu Jingxun's heart, which had just been very calm.
He still carried the scent of her bed.
Thinking of that kiss that still made her hands and feet weak, Wu Jingxun lowered her eyes and gently pushed down his arm that was wrapped around her waist: "You go back to the room and rest. I will talk to him myself."
Pei Huaiguang said nothing, silently putting his arms around her waist again, his amber eyes drooping lazily as he inhaled the subtle fragrance coming from her neck. He was reluctant to even glance at Wuxu Cong, whose expression changed drastically and who looked in complete disbelief.
"Banban!" Wuxucong's tone became more serious. He raised his finger and pointed at Pei Huaiguang, trembling slightly. "You faked your death and eloped just for this man? For the brother of your late husband? You—"
Wu Xucong couldn't hold back his voice for a moment, startling the birds in the alley. The remaining snow was falling, but it couldn't cover up the slight sounds of doors opening. Wu Jingxun turned her head slightly and saw several neighbors quietly poking their heads out to look in the direction where they were standing.
"Have you seen it? Are you disappointed enough? Then let's go." Wu Jingxun didn't want to argue with him. She slapped the arm around her waist with a little more force, signaling him to let go.
The soft and warm palm slapped his forearm, without any deterrent effect. Pei Huaiguang looked at her always cold expression with interest.
It was rare that someone was treated worse than him in front of her.
Wu Xucong pursed his lips, took a step forward, firmly grasped Wu Jingxun's lowered hand, and motioned for her to stand behind him: "Commander Pei, please let go of my sister. I want to take her home."
A gust of wind blew from deep in the alley, making people feel cold. Perhaps it was really too cold. Wu Jingxun wanted to force a smile, but his face was too stiff to move.
It's really ridiculous.
Pei Huaiguang hugged her and clearly felt her body become stiff and cold in an instant.
"Go home? To which home? If I fall into your hands, I'm afraid I'll fall into the deserted well of some nunnery outside Jinling City."
The young man's voice was cold and deep, with an obvious sneer in it. Wu Xucong's face was tense, and he was about to refute when he felt a pain in his hand, and he subconsciously let go of his hand.
Looking up, Wu Jingxun pushed Pei Huaiguang away, took a step back, and moved away from both of them.
Without the gentle warmth and fragrance that made him feel relaxed physically and mentally, Pei Huaiguang's face subconsciously darkened, and the dark shadows under his eyes deepened, making him look even more sinister.
"If you want to argue, just do it outside. I'm sorry, I won't accompany you."
Pei Huaiguang stopped her from closing the door with a sour face: "Why are you taking your anger out on me?"
If Wuxucong, the uninvited guest, had not come to visit, he would still be sleeping peacefully in the room holding her.
He was born with a cool and handsome appearance, with eyelashes that were thicker and longer than those of ordinary women, which made the fragmented light in his amber eyes shine even brighter.
Pei Huaiguang stared at her stubbornly, not saying anything for a long time.
Wu Jingxun hesitated. She could actually sense a hint of grievance in his eyes...
Wu Xucong stared at him holding his sister's hand and wanted to speak, but when he remembered Wu Jingxun's expression and tone when he spoke just now, he hesitated and shut up.
Although Panpan and him were not close in the past, Wuxucong was still confident that Panpan was closer to him than to Ye Niang. However, since when, Panpan no longer smiled when she saw him, and no longer seriously told him whether the candied haws or honey-covered mahua tasted better.
While Wu Xucong was stunned, Wu Jingxun had already made a decision.
She held Pei Huaiguang's hand, not with much force. The tall young man came to her side and quietly put his other hand around her waist. He looked up at the distraught Wuxucong, raised his chin slightly, and the terrifying murderous look on his face was immediately replaced by a calm and composed look.
He was the one she chose. As for the others... let them die.
"If you still have some feelings for me from the past, please go back. My temple is small and cannot accommodate such distinguished guests from Jinling. You should understand what I mean." Wu Jingxun gently averted his gaze and took the hand wrapped around her waist. "Go back, haven't you rested enough?"
Although the tone was generally cold, the two men present could hear two different meanings.
Pei Huaiguang raised the corner of his mouth, hummed, put his arm around the slender waist and walked towards the house, closing the door. The dark red wooden door slammed in front of Wu Xucong with too much force. Wu Xucong took a step back in embarrassment, still feeling the pain in his nose from the shock.
The alley was deserted, and several inquiring gazes still lingered around him. Wu Xucong was in a state of despair, and at this moment, he didn't care about the people who were watching the show. He remembered Wu Jingxun's almost decisive words just now. His mind was dazed and he was completely confused. He also remembered the ecstasy he had felt when he learned that his sister was still alive when he came here, and his mother's anger that was completely different from his own...
Although he didn't say it directly, he thought that Panpan must know that her mother didn't welcome her back. Or rather, she didn't welcome a living daughter who would bring shame to her.
Looking up at the tightly closed door, Wuxucong slowly lowered his stiff hands.
Panpan was right. If he still had some sincerity towards her, he shouldn't have bothered her again.
…
Wu Jingxun told Cuiping and Aunt Zhou to rest in their room and not to pay attention to any noise outside. Seeing that they had returned to their rooms obediently, she turned her head to glance at Pei Huaiguang and said to him in a gentle tone, "There's no one else here now, can you let me go?"
Pei Huaiguang silently wrapped his other hand around her and hugged her tightly.
Wu Jingxun frowned slightly.
That's all.
Pei Huaiguang was not the type to stop at a certain point. Seeing that Wu Jingxun did not show any disgust, he immediately took advantage of the situation and picked her up horizontally and walked into the house in a few steps.
Suddenly he flew into the air, and Wu Jingxun subconsciously let out a brief cry of surprise. He wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, and looked over angrily with his misty fox eyes. What he saw was a smug smile on the young man's lips.
She suddenly remembered how Pei Huaiguang smiled so vividly and freely when he told her his name on the grassland.
"Wendusu."
Caught off guard by this name, Pei Huaiguang paused while bending over to place her on the Arhat bed, then lowered his head to look at her: "What did you call me?"
Wu Jingxun raised her eyes, stretched out her hand, and gently touched his face.
He was indeed an exceedingly handsome young man. In terms of appearance, he was actually better than her late husband, and even better than any other man she had ever met.
It's just that his temper is too strange and stubborn, and she often doesn't understand what he really wants.
"Are you happy now?" Warm fingertips slowly caressed the young man's tense lines. Wu Jingxun remembered the question that had troubled her for days and finally asked, "Are you happy being with me?"
The girl's eyes were soft, and there was a hint of drunkenness between her eyebrows. His shadow was reflected in her pupils.
Pei Huaiguang looked at her deeply, his heart still filled with excitement.
"Yes, I am very happy when I am with you."
His voice was a little hoarse. Wu Jingxun met his gaze and looked back at him seriously, as if she was thinking about how much truth and how much falsehood there was in his words.
Their eyes met, and the two kissed like water.
It was a natural kiss, neither of them was distracted by the things that made them unhappy, their lips and teeth were close to each other, their hearts were connected.
When they separated, Pei Huaiguang subconsciously didn't want to let her go. His fingertips caressed her cheeks, which were red and hot due to passion, and his gaze, as thick as substance, was glued to her face, which was as beautiful as a peach blossom.
Wu Jingxun pushed his hand away, and without waiting for Pei Huaiguang to cover her again, she closed her eyes and kissed him gently again.
Her kiss was awkward, so Pei Huaiguang took the initiative and kissed her deeper.
No matter how he kissed her or whispered in her ear to ask her to open her eyes and look at him, Wu Jingxun's eyelashes trembled and she closed her eyes tightly, refusing to look at him.
Just let it be. Just be happy in the present moment.
He gets it, gets tired of it, and gets out of it as quickly as possible, the better.
…
Spring is almost here, but Jinling is still shrouded in rain and there is no sign of spring returning.
Seeing Wuxucong come in, Madam Tong held her sore forehead and looked over. Not seeing another familiar figure, the frown between her brows suddenly deepened. "Where's your sister? Why didn't you bring her back?"
When her dowry, Madam Xu, told her that she had seen Wu Jingxun in Tongcheng and confirmed that she was still alive and running a pastry shop that was thriving, Mrs. Tong felt a surge of anger after her initial surprise.
If Wuxucong had not tried his best to stop her, besides him, the only person who appeared outside the Tongcheng courtyard would be Madam Tong, who would have gone to capture that unfilial daughter herself.
Ever since Wu Peifeng moved out, the huge Wu Mansion was only occupied by mother and son. It was too empty. Madam Tong was sometimes in a trance, mistaking the humble maids for swaying figures. She screamed in fear and stayed in bed for a long time. She looked like a withered flower in late autumn, and her speed of decline was alarming.
Wu Xucong looked at his mother, whose eyes were so deep they were tinged with blue. His throat rolled with difficulty. He slowly walked over to her, knelt down, and held her cold, greasy hand. He whispered, "Mother, just treat her as if she were dead. Just treat that the person buried in that grave is your biological daughter, my biological sister... You've already shed tears for her once, so why bring more sadness upon her?"
Mrs. Tong was stunned for a moment, then forcibly pulled her hand out of her son's. She said in disbelief, "Is it that she doesn't want to come back with you? She wants to escape to a place where there's no me and no Wu family, right? Tell me, does she think so?!"
The woman's voice was high-pitched and sharp. Wuxucong was exhausted both physically and mentally. He tried to calm her down, but to no avail.
Mrs. Tong thought of her husband who still refused to turn back, her failed marriage, and her two children. She became so angry that she fainted.
There was another round of chaos.
Wu Xucong told Madam Xu to take good care of Madam Tong, and stayed on for a while longer. Seeing the woman on the bed, her brows furrowed in her sleep, a faint iron-blue hue lingering between her brows, he sighed and turned away. Madam Tong took a bowl of tranquilizer and woke up half-awake late at night.
Mother Xu was dozing off with her back against the bed frame. When she heard the noise, she hurried over on her knees and asked softly if she wanted some water.
Madam Tong waved her hands feebly. Madam Xu quickly helped her sit up and placed a pillow behind her. She was about to bring over the medicine soup warmed on the small clay stove when she heard Madam Tong's hoarse voice say, "Go and do something for me."
Mother Xu nodded subconsciously, but her eyes gradually widened when she heard Mrs. Tong's order.
…
Jinling had been experiencing considerable unrest recently. Emperor Zhou Qing had been frequently ill, resulting in him missing several of the tri-day court sessions. Furthermore, the selection of a successor to the Eastern Palace had yet to be finalized, and the ambitions of the imperial clan were growing. The Empress was struggling to cope alone. However, rumors circulated that Emperor Zhou Qing and the Empress were seeking a husband for Princess Jincheng, with the prospect of a male heir being made Crown Prince to inherit the throne.
The Queming Guard is a sword forged by Emperor Zhou Qing, and Pei Huaiguang is the sharpest and most handy one among them. Naturally, he cannot leave Jinling at this time.
The shop launched three new cakes in succession, which received good responses. Wu Jingxun, Cuiping and others were busy for a long time. When they came to their senses, the newly planted dogwood tree in the yard had already bloomed, its bright and beautiful flowers filling the entire yard with the vibrant atmosphere of spring.
I haven't seen Pei Huaiguang for a long time.
Several people stayed in the shop a little longer that day. When they returned to the courtyard, it was already dusk and the sky was dark. Everyone was very tired. After a simple dinner, they went back to their rooms to rest.
Until suddenly a tongue of fire rose up and licked through the deep night sky. Wu Jingxun opened his eyes due to the smoke, and what came into view was the house that was illuminated in an orange-red color.
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