Chapter 66 Chapter 66: Banban, long time no see
"Fire!"
"Oh, the yard where Madam Wu lives is on fire!"
"With such a big fire, I'm afraid the women in that family won't be able to escape."
It was late at night when the sudden burst of flames woke up the people living nearby. Many people hurried out to watch the excitement, some wanting to help but stopped in their tracks when they saw the terrifying fire.
The small courtyard where Wu Jingxun and her friends lived was right in the alley, and the adjacent courtyard was empty all year round. At this moment, the flames were blown to the next courtyard, and the dilapidated wooden doors and windows suddenly caught fire when they encountered a few sparks, and the fire became bigger.
The alley was so small, and everyone was worried that the fire would spread to their homes, so they hurried back to get buckets of water to put out the fire.
"No, the fire is too big, how can we put it out?"
Everyone was talking at a loss, when suddenly someone shouted at the top of his voice: "Catch the thief! Why did you come into my yard and pull my quilt?"
Everyone looked in the direction of her scream and saw a tall young man striding out with a quilt in his arms. The rising firelight and the deep night cast scattered light and shadows on his pale and handsome face. Someone recognized him and whispered to the people next to him that he seemed to be Wu Niangzi's lover.
Without waiting for others to agree, Wu Niangzi's lover stuffed the quilt into the bucket in front of them, then pulled it out suddenly, and rushed into the sea of fire alone, covered in water.
"Mrs. Wu is beautiful and has good taste..." Aunt Gao, the neighbor, touched her chin and sighed, "Since they can't be a proper couple, being a roasted mandarin duck is a perfect match."
The chattering sounds were blocked out by the fire. Wu Jingxun was forced into a corner, tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes, soaking the wet handkerchief she was covering her mouth and nose with.
The fire came out of nowhere, and the doors and windows of her room were locked from the outside. The person's purpose was obvious.
I just want her life.
Wu Jingxun closed his eyes and thought about Cuiping and Aunt Zhou, wondering if they could escape.
Thinking about her pastry shop, Aunt Gao and her granddaughter who live in Huaihua Lane like the Poria cocos cake in their shop very much. They said they would come to take care of the business tomorrow, but I am afraid there will be no other chance.
besides.
"Pei Huaiguang."
In her blurred consciousness, she thought she had entered a dream before death.
Otherwise, how could he see him standing in front of him against the firelight in the room?
Pei Huaiguang didn't feel any pain in his legs and feet when he kicked the door open. But when he saw her curled up in a small ball in the corner, crying with her eyes closed due to the smoke, he felt a dryness in his throat and even smelled the rusty smell in her lungs.
He threw the wet quilt over her and whispered, "It's me."
This illusion is so real.
Wu Jingxun felt herself being picked up by him, and in a daze, she reached out her hand and touched his face, which was warmed by the firelight.
The amber beads she loved kept shaking, and her head kept shaking with them.
Until the beam fell down unexpectedly.
Pei Huaiguang's face showing pain was reflected in Wu Jingxun's suddenly widened eyes.
"I'm fine."
Pei Huaiguang endured the pain, kicked the fallen beam away, and rushed out of the yard holding her.
"Cui Ping and the others are fine." Pei Huaiguang covered his tearful eyes, feeling the soft eyelashes brushing against his palms. He said in a low voice, "Don't worry, go to sleep."
…
When I woke up again, what caught my eye was an unfamiliar tent roof.
Wu Jingxun subconsciously looked outside, but saw Pei Huaiguang with his eyes closed, resting his head on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed, and he didn't look like he was sleeping soundly.
It turned out that it was not a dream before she died.
Fire… the closed door… the beam Pei Huaiguang blocked for her…
Wu Jingxun raised his hand hesitantly and gently touched his furrowed brows. The movement was very light, but Pei Huaiguang opened his eyes the next moment.
Stared at by his sharp gaze, Wu Jingxun was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, she did not withdraw her hand, but touched his brow which was slowly loosening. "How is your injury?"
Now the person who was stunned became Pei Huaiguang.
"Why aren't you talking?" Wu Jingxun supported herself on the bed and gently pressed down on his shoulders, but her thin wrist was tightly grasped by Pei Huaiguang.
"...I'm fine." Just a little flattered.
She will take the initiative to care about him.
It was from the heart, not something he had painstakingly sought.
He said he was fine, but his expression looked really strange.
Wu Jingxun pursed her lips, moved closer to the bed, and motioned him to come up: "Do you want to rest for a while?" He had an injury on his back, and he had been lying on the edge of the bed guarding her for so long, so naturally he would not be very comfortable.
Pei Huaiguang climbed onto the bed with stiff hands and feet. Just as he was about to lie down, a soft hand fell on his shoulder.
"You have an injury on your back, it's not good to lie down like this." Wu Jingxun was a little worried that the beam might have hit his head yesterday.
Otherwise, why does he look so weird?
…
Cuiping and Aunt Zhou suffered some minor injuries. They had suddenly encountered a disaster and didn't know what other tricks the person behind it had up his sleeve. Wu Jingxun decided to close the shop for a while.
Most of the courtyard in Songzi Lane was burned down and could no longer be lived in. Wu Jingxun and her friends were now living in a separate courtyard bought by Pei Huaiguang. Looking out from the half-open window of the house, the courtyard was full of lush green, with red flowers blooming among the dark and light green. She was so engrossed in the sight that she didn't even notice Cuiping sitting next to her.
"Madam, drink some Tremella to moisten your throat." Everyone's voice was still a little hoarse when they spoke. Aunt Zhou had been trying various ways to cook throat-moistening soups for them to drink these days.
Wu Jingxun nodded slightly.
Cui Ping hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Madam, can Pei...Er Langjun tell you who set the fire?"
Wu Jingxun paused and shook his head.
After that incident, a shadow flashed through her mind. Although there was no clear evidence, she was inexplicably certain that it was the person she was thinking of.
Pei Huaiguang couldn't stay in Tongcheng for long, so he returned to Jinling two days ago. Wu Jingxun thought of the unhealed wound on his back and frowned, feeling a little worried.
With his temper, how could he remember to change the medicine and heal his wounds properly?
Cuiping looked at her with a somewhat melancholy look in her eyes, and somehow she felt like laughing.
"Let me guess, is my lady thinking about Mr. Pei Erlang right now?"
Her tone was light and there was a hint of laughter in it. Wu Jingxun turned his head to look at her. Cuiping had always referred to Pei Huaiguang as a bitch or a dead dog before, so she was a little uncomfortable hearing her call him that out of the blue.
Wu Jingxun lowered his head and looked at the clear and soft Tremella dew in the cup, in which was vaguely reflected a slightly rosy face of a hibiscus.
"Madam, why are you not saying anything but just blushing?"
"Is there?" Wu Jingxun put his hand on his cheek uncomfortably, it was a little hot.
Cuiping covered her mouth and looked at her, giggling. Her mood, which had been heavy for several days, became lighter like the spring breeze.
Wu Jingxun glanced at her angrily, thought for a moment, then stood up and wrote a letter. After sealing it, he gave it to Cuiping and asked her to take it to the post station and have the courier deliver it to Jinling.
Cui Ping was stunned when she heard her say that familiar address and name. Then she reacted and a hint of disbelief and anger appeared on her festive round face: "My dear, she - she is your mother, my dear mother! Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, how could she do such a thing!"
When she spoke the last part, her voice trembled and she was crying.
Wu Jingxun didn't say anything and patted her shoulder silently.
Cuiping thought about what had happened over the years, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt sorry for Wu Jing, and she cried even harder.
Wu Jingxun said softly: "Actually, I should thank her more."
Cuiping cried and snot bubbles appeared; "What?"
Seeing her silly look, Wu Jingxun couldn't help but laugh, and continued, "The one who fell off the cliff was Wu Jingxun, the wife of the Marquis of Pingning, the eldest lady of the Wu family, in the eyes of the world. In that fire, she killed me again. I don't owe her anything anymore. Now that I've figured it out, I feel relieved, more relieved than ever before, really."
Cuiping burst into tears.
Although she said it so easily, but...but she still couldn't help feeling wronged. The more she understood what kind of person Wu Jingxun was, the more Cuiping couldn't stand those who treated her badly.
"Alright, alright, stop crying. I didn't want to cry in the first place, but you've provoked me and now I want to cry." Wu Jingxun took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears and said deliberately, "Ah, seeing you crying like this, I can't even drink the Tremella Decoction anymore."
Cui Ping was stunned for a moment before she realized what she meant. Her face flushed and she turned away, "My lady, what you said makes me feel sick."
When he heard the noise at the door and looked over, Wu Jingxun still had a smile on his face, and his pair of fox eyes, which were filled with watery light, looked even more lively.
Pei Huaiguang stood outside the door, looking at her quietly.
"You're here." Wu Jingxun was a little surprised. He looked at his face carefully and found it pale. He didn't know whether it was because his injury had not healed or because he was in a hurry to travel.
Pei Huaiguang nodded and took her hand and walked into the house.
His movements were too natural. Cuiping didn't dare to look at him any longer. She turned her eyes away with a red face and said she would go make a pot of new tea and was about to leave. Pei Huaiguang glanced at her and said, "No need. I'll just drink this."
He picked up the white fungus dew and drank it all in one gulp.
Wu Jingxun noticed that he frowned unconsciously, lowered his head and smiled slightly.
There is brown sugar in the Tremella Dew, but he doesn't like sweet things.
Cuiping was stunned. Then she realized that they were in a relationship where they could pick up each other's food at will. Her face instantly turned redder. She stammered a few "ohs" and ran out quickly with the red lacquer tray.
Even in his hurry, he did not forget to close the door for them.
Wu Jingxun picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Clear your mouth."
Pei Huaiguang took the tea, but didn't rush to drink it. Instead, he asked her, "I finished your Tremella Dew, aren't you angry?"
It's just a cup of Tremella decoction, why is she so angry?
Wu Jingxun shook her head, and the magnolia flowers beside her bun gently stretched out.
Her waist felt tight, and before she could react, Pei Huaiguang put his arm around her waist and made her sit on his lap.
"It's been a long time since we last met." It's also been a long time since we last kissed.
He was talking about the former, but looking at his deep and bottomless eyes, Wu Jingxun felt an inexplicable heat in his ears, and the latter came to his mind.
Pei Huaiguang's hand around her waist became hotter and hotter, and the scorching temperature that penetrated through her clothes made her heart beat like a drum.
Wu Jingxun lowered her eyes, slowly raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck.
The moment their lips touched, the sound of his heartbeat, which was about to burst out of his chest, came clearly into Wu Jingxun's ears.
…She should be the one who is shy.
This person is getting weirder and weirder.
After the tenderness, Pei Huaiguang didn't let her leave. He held her waist tightly with his hands, rested his chin on the top of her black hair, and absorbed her breath almost greedily.
Just holding her quietly like this made his barren heart full again.
Wu Jingxun leaned on his shoulder, her fingers unconsciously entwined with his. After a while, she remembered something important and raised her head nervously: "How is your injury? Did you change the dressing on time? Will it split open from riding a horse?"
After asking several questions, Pei Huaiguang just smiled at her without answering. Wu Jingxun frowned and slapped his outstretched hand away: "Let me see."
Pei Huaiguang raised his head and said lazily, "It's not good to strip me in broad daylight, right?"
Wu Jingxun glared at him.
Fortunately, the wound healed slowly. Wu Jingxun looked at the deep and shallow scars on his back, pursed her lips, and asked him softly how many days he could stay this time.
Pei Huaiguang endured the tingling sensation caused by her fingertips brushing against his skin and hummed, "Maybe tomorrow."
Wu Jingxun pulled his hand away and said disapprovingly, "Since you're busy, why waste time running around on the road? You might as well rest more."
Pei Huaiguang didn't comment, but took her hand and held it tightly together, just like she had unconsciously wrapped her fingers around his just now.
"I want to see you. I'd love to."
This answer is too willful, but it is too consistent with Pei Huaiguang's personality.
Wu Jingxun looked away, too lazy to pay any more attention to him.
Let him go. It wouldn't be her who would suffer if he fell off the horse due to exhaustion.
Aunt Zhou said she wanted to make chicken soup this morning. Wu Jingxun wanted to go out and tell her to put some Gastrodia elata in the soup, but Pei Huaiguang refused to let her go. He put his arm around her waist and stood up together: "Let's go."
Wu Jingxun closed his eyes.
Pei Huaiguang didn't get bored as quickly as she thought, but instead became more and more... strange?
Wu Jingxun really didn't know what words to use to describe him.
It was spring, and the scenery in the courtyard was beautiful. The two stood by the flowerbed. Under Wu Jingxun's disapproving gaze, Pei Huaiguang plucked a peony and pinned it in her hair, saying, "It looks beautiful."
Wu Jingxun's face turned red due to his undisguised gaze.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. She felt as if she had been pardoned in a dream and pushed his hand away: "I'll go open the door."
A low laugh sounded behind her.
Wu Jingxun raised his hands to cover his burning cheeks, walked to the front door, calmed his breathing, opened the door, and almost raised his eyes, but after just one glance, he froze in place.
Pei Jinguang stood at the door, his eyes soft and complex, and smiled at her.
"Banpan, long time no see."
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