Chapter 91: Bored
When A Yao received a message from Jiang Weiman's servant and came to carry his son home, the moon had already climbed up the osmanthus tree. He carried the drunk Shen Yuheng on his back, with a look of confusion in his eyes.
"How much did you drink, sir? You're so drunk."
As far as he could remember, Shen Yuheng had been drunk only a few times. He remembered that one time was the day when the news of his wife and the second son of the Pei family getting engaged spread throughout the city...
A Yao's nose was suddenly hit by an elegant fragrance. He lowered his eyes and saw that Shen Yuheng was holding a sachet tightly in his hand. A corner of his sleeve was turned up, and on his fair wrist was a string of antique sandalwood Buddhist beads.
——
A quarter of an hour later, Murong Xue arrived at the gate of the prime minister's residence. Under the surprised gaze of the night watchman, the girl in the purple dress trotted into the backyard. With a glance, she saw Lu Qiaoxiao sitting on the armchair with a drooping face.
The moon had risen very high in the sky, and the soft and bright moonlight sprinkled down, like a layer of gauze draped over the body, making Lu Qiaoxiao's face even more charming, but her eyelashes were curled, and her eyebrows were drooping, showing unspeakable regret and sadness.
The Lu Qiaoxiao that Murong Xue had met was always sassy and decisive. He was the type who always let others suffer in public. When had he ever shown such an attitude?
It was only in front of Prime Minister Shen that she showed some of her delicate and girlish demeanor.
Murong Xue could roughly guess what was going on. She walked over quietly and said, "Xiaoxiao." Her voice was very soft. "I'm here. If you have anything to say, tell me."
When Lu Qiaoxiao saw that it was Murong Xue who came, her brows relaxed a little. She told Murong Xue in detail how Meng had sent someone to the Prime Minister's Mansion and how she nodded and agreed to bring the person into the mansion.
After hearing this, Murong Xue opened her mouth wide: "Are you saying that Prime Minister Shen is angry because you gave him a concubine?"
"That's right." Lu Qiaoxiao supported his chin with a distressed look on his face.
"He's too stingy!" Murong Xue put her hands on her hips, her face twisted and her mouth turned up to the sky. "These men want women to manage the harem. They're so considerate and thoughtful, but they still sulk!"
"Isn't he mad at you because you didn't pick something he liked?"
"Did he ever tell you what kind he likes?"
Lu Qiaoxiao obviously heard everything he said. She blinked her eyes and thought carefully.
What kind?
When he was moved, he would often hold her little hand and kiss her, his emotions surging out of control. He would whisper and bite her ears, calling her "Qingzhi, Qingzhi".
For some reason, I subconsciously thought of these——
She had a vague feeling in her heart, perhaps -
He likes me more than just a little bit,
He was obsessed with her body, and he also had some affection for her as a whole.
——
next day
When Lu Shiyou woke up, he had a headache and hot eyes. He staggered to find Lu Qiaoxiao and said, "Sister, was I drunk last night? What happened?"
Lu Qiaoxiao raised her hand to pin a flower on her hair and glanced at him with a smile: "You and your brother-in-law have drunk too much. If there is nothing else, go to work and wait for good news from your sister."
Lu Shiyou's heart was pounding, and his voice was a little shy: "Sister, are you talking about Miss Ruan..."
"I've already submitted the visiting card. As the Prime Minister's Mansion, there's no reason for the Prince's Mansion to refuse it."
"In two days, there should be news back from there. Then, I will go and talk to you in person."
Lu Shiyou looked surprised. He naturally knew that no one could match his elder sister's decisiveness in marriage.
If she goes to negotiate, she will surely be able to get the job done with great success.
Lu Qiaoxiao continued quietly:
"Although Miss Ruan is not a direct descendant of the Prince's Mansion, if this visiting card specifically asking to see her is delivered to her, her life in the Prince's Mansion will be easier."
She suddenly leaned closer and lowered her voice, "Sister means—before getting married."
The young man's face suddenly turned as red as a boiled crab.
At noon on the same day, Lu Qiaoxiao received another message.
Pei Shangshu's wife, Mrs. Li, died. The doctor diagnosed that it was due to anger, and she couldn't breathe smoothly. Her already weak body could not withstand the surging emotions.
She changed into casual clothes and went to the Shangshu Mansion, mingling with the crowd and looking coldly at the mansion covered with white silk.
This is a mansion of cannibals. In her previous life, she was locked in this courtyard in late autumn and tortured to death by a group of evil spirits. In this life, she finally witnessed their deaths one after another.
His eyes fell on the pair at the door.
Pei Jinxuan had a plain scarf tied on his forehead, his face was sad, his eyes were red, and he looked heartbroken.
If Lu Qiaoxiao didn't know his true nature, he would have been deceived by his compassionate look.
In her previous life, Madam Li had always been in poor health. Pei Jinxuan had expressed his annoyance in front of her several times, saying that his mother's body was weak and she had to rely on precious medicinal herbs such as Tianshan Snow Lotus every day.
It’s better to die and have no worries than to spend thousands of dollars a day.
At that time, Lu Qiaoxiao had already been disappointed with this cruel house. What she was thinking was: If only her mother and brother could come back for one more day, even if it was just to see them for a moment.
It's worth it for her to pay everything.
His thoughts were brought back to reality by a mournful cry. Lu Qiaoxiao looked at the hypocritical Lin Miaofu and felt sick in his heart.
but--
People who dig their own graves won't live long.
Huang Guanqiu, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was aware of the private transaction between Lin Miaofu and Prince Pingyang.
And this person has always been eyeing Pei Jinxuan's position as acting minister.
Lu Liang was still being tortured in prison. Countless people wanted him to speak, and many wanted him dead.
But the emperor's mind is as clear as a mirror. At this moment, he must be weighing how to settle accounts with Prince Pingyang and his party.
If someone instigated Huang Guanqiu to file a complaint with the emperor and reveal all the dirty deeds the Pei family had done in the past, how furious would the emperor be?
At the southeast corner of the alley, an inconspicuous carriage was parked, the curtain slightly lifted, revealing a pair of bright and clear eyes.
Shen Yuheng clenched his hands around the Buddhist beads. He had lost control last night and drank too much. When he returned home from court in the morning, he found out that she had gone out again.
I went to the patrol station but didn't see anyone.
He originally planned to go back home and wait, but when he passed by the Shangshu Mansion, he found her in the crowd at a glance.
Shen Yuheng's gaze rested on the string of Buddhist beads.
He recalled a dream he had one day. She had silver hair and was sitting alone in the courtyard of the Pei family. There was a loneliness in her eyes like withered spring flowers.
The dream was so real that when he woke up, he was sweating all over.
Besides, I have had this dream more than once.
Jiang Weiman said that there is a monk named Yuanyi in Guanglin Temple who can understand the past and present and the destiny, and he may be able to interpret dreams.
Shen Yuheng stroked the sandalwood beads with his fingertips, and he had already made up his mind.
——
Pei Jinxuan scanned the crowd and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure. He subconsciously took a few steps forward, his hand unconsciously raised.
His eyes were sad for a moment.
But soon, those tired eyes turned sinister.
After what happened with Lu Liang, if one still hopes to secretly plot to help Wei Wu win the throne, he will be at a disadvantage.
Now is the time to plan and prepare to defy fate.
Even if it means anything, it should be his people——
It's still his.
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