The night wind suddenly arose, making the curtains in the hall rustle.
The bright moonlight seemed to be covered by a veil in an instant, several thunderbolts flashed across the night sky, and in a moment, heavy rain poured down.
Emperor Xiaocheng's eyelids twitched, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.
"Yuan Qing! For the next few days, you will personally lead the secret guards to guard outside the Pei Mansion. Every day at midnight, you will enter the palace and report to me on every move of the people in the Pei Mansion!"
Emperor Xiaocheng's eyes seemed to be surging with surging waves. "As for that short quarter of an hour, what did the Pei family kid do? Send someone to investigate! We must get to the bottom of it before the palace banquet! If we can't find out, I'll hold you accountable!"
Yuan Boyi said solemnly: "Yes! I obey your command!"
The heavy rain crackled on the leaves, causing them to droop downwards, but the green on top became brighter and brighter.
Walking out of the palace, Yuan Boyi glanced at the leaves, put on his hat, and walked into the rain without saying a word.
…
As soon as the first thunder sounded, Pei Yan got out of bed quietly to check whether the doors and windows were closed tightly.
If it's not closed tightly, it would be bad if the thunder and rain woke my wife up.
But when he came back after checking the doors and windows, he saw Song Huan had sat up in a daze, his eyelids blinking, obviously still sleepy.
"Huanhuan? Did I wake you up?" Pei Yan quietly climbed onto the bed again, hugged her and lay down, coaxing her, "I've closed all the doors and windows tightly, you can sleep peacefully."
Song Huan was not awakened by the thunder.
Just now, she accidentally reached out her hand and touched nothing. She was startled to find that there was no one next to her, and she woke up from her sleep.
But after waking up, she heard the footsteps of someone walking back and forth, and she felt relieved... and then she fell sleepy again.
She forced herself to wait for someone to come back, and was hugged by Pei Yan. She responded with a soft whisper, and fell into a deep sleep with her hand on the man's waist.
Pei Yan...was aroused by her cat-like whisper.
With a soft jade in his arms, skin touching skin, he could do nothing...
Pei Yan took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress the small flames running around in his body.
After half an hour, the little flame in the body disappeared.
But Song Huan, who was sleeping, moved his hands and feet around on his body restlessly, causing all the small flames in Pei Yan to gather together and turn into a blazing fire.
Pei Yan's breathing gradually became rapid. His wife... was really annoying.
…
Just when Pei Yan's sanity was almost worn out, there were two untimely knocks on the door.
Pei Yan frowned, reluctantly let go of Song Huan, carefully removed her hands and feet that were on him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, covering Song Huan with a thin blanket.
After doing all this, Pei Yan got out of bed, put on his outer robe and left the room.
The person knocking on the door was Pei Shen.
"What is it?"
"Master, Xuanwei Yuanbo Yi requests to see you."
"What is he doing here?"
Pei Yan's face darkened slightly. "Did you go through the main gate?"
Pei Shen nodded and asked, "Master, do you want to see me or not?"
Pei Yan looked back at the candlelight beside the bed in the room, pondered for a moment and said: "See, let him climb over the wall and come in."
Pei Shen was slightly stunned.
Pei Yan continued, "I will be waiting for him in the main hall of the front yard in two quarters of an hour."
"Yes, master." Pei Shen accepted the order and seemed to understand what his master meant.
…
After Pei Shen left, Pei Yan returned to his room first.
Song Huan didn't wake up this time, she just covered her with a thin blanket... which she had now rolled up on herself.
Pei Yan couldn't help but laugh, and leaned over to kiss her forehead.
Then he straightened his clothes, picked up his sword, and left the bedroom again.
The main hall in the front yard of Pei Hou Mansion has not received any guests for more than ten years.
But whenever Butler Pei is in Beijing, he will send people to clean the place every day, so the place is always very clean and tidy.
Pei Yan pushed open the front door and looked at the plants and trees inside. His gaze gradually became deep and heavy...
"Marquis Pei, did you expect me to come and see you?"
A low voice suddenly came from behind Pei Yan.
"I am just guessing that Commander Yuan does not want the Yuan family... to follow the old path of my Pei family." Pei Yan turned around and spoke in a cold voice.
"The Xuanwei are His Majesty's Xuanwei."
Yuan Boyi's face was half hidden under his bamboo hat, making it difficult to see his expression. "The title of Commander Yuan is just an empty title."
"Really?" Pei Yan's thin lips curled slightly. "If that's the case, why did Commander Yuan visit me at night?"
Yuan Boyi held his sword to his chest and said, "I, Yuan Moumou, am here by order of His Majesty to inquire about who Marquis Pei met this afternoon at Quzi River."
"Who did you meet..." Pei Yan paused, then suddenly made a "tsk" sound, "Aside from my wife, the only outsider I met today was Commander Yuan, wasn't he?"
Under the corridor, Yuan Boyi, who was soaking wet, was suddenly speechless, and a puddle gradually accumulated under him.
After a long pause, Yuan Boyi drew his sword and said in a deep voice, "Since I was young, I've heard my father praise the old marquis for his exceptional martial arts. If he fought alone, no one from the families of Great Chu could be his match. I wonder if Marquis Pei has inherited your father's martial arts?"
Pei Yan opened his thin lips slightly and said, "This Marquis can allow Commander Yuan to make three moves."
…
It was around midnight when Song Huan, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened his eyes.
She touched her empty stomach and sighed deeply. She had eaten too little for dinner and was hungry.
But when she turned over, she found that the person who was supposed to be lying beside her was gone again.
The room was silent, and Song Huan could only hear her own breathing: "Husband?"
She called out softly, but no one answered.
Song Huan pulled off the quilt wrapped around him, got out of bed, slipped on his shoes and lit all the candles in the inner room.
The knife on the weapon rack... is gone.
Song Huan's heart tightened, and he walked out of the room without even putting on his coat.
When the door was opened, a strong wind and rain blew towards Song Huan.
In just a moment, Song Huan felt chilled to the bone.
Of course, I was also calmed down by the wind.
She first opened the system to check if she had received any health warning from Pei Yan.
After finding no news, she confirmed Pei Yan's safety with the system again.
Knowing that the guy was not in danger, Song Huan slammed the door shut!
What the hell is this guy doing out there with a knife! Is it okay to scare people to death?
Song Huan ran back to the inner room angrily, but just as he reached the bed, he felt that it was too easy for that guy to get angry.
She returned to the outer room and bolted the door.
Doesn't Pei Yan like to leave quietly? Then let's just endure the wind and rain outside tonight!
Song Huan clapped his hands, returned to the bed and fell back to sleep.
——But she counted a thousand dumplings and didn’t fall asleep. Instead, she became more energetic the more she counted…
Dejected, Song Huan got up from the bed, rubbed his messy hair, resigned himself to his fate, put on his outer robe, took two oil-paper umbrellas and went outside to ask for news.
Didn't that guy mean there were secret guards outside Songtang? Those secret guards must know where he was.
However, Song Huan walked out of Mingsong Hall holding an oil-paper umbrella. Before he could call the secret guards, he saw a man who was soaked all over and walked towards him step by step with a knife in his hand.
Song Huan walked quickly up to him, raised his hand and covered him with the other umbrella, and said angrily: "Why don't you bring an umbrella when you go out?"
Pei Yan: “…”
Wouldn't it be easier to win your wife's sympathy if I got caught in the rain?
Just as he walked out of the front yard, the secret guard came to report that his wife had woken up and bolted the door.
In this situation... he immediately threw away his umbrella and chose to walk back in the rain.
His rain-soaked eyes flickered, and Pei Yan said innocently, "I was in a hurry and forgot."
Just then, Song Huan noticed that there seemed to be a bloodstain on his forehead. "What have you been doing?"
The night was dark, and when she got closer she discovered that there was a trace of blood on Pei Yan's knife.
Song Huan's face turned pale: "Did someone attack us?"
"Let's talk about it in the room."
Pei Yan lowered his eyes and saw Song Huan's wet skirt and soaked shoes, and frowned somewhat unhappily.
As he said this, he wanted to carry Song Huan back directly, but when he saw that he was soaking wet, he had to give up the idea.
Pei Yan took an umbrella from Song Huan and threw it away, then held her hand and walked quickly towards Mingsong Hall.
"..." Song Huan was stunned by his actions.
Why did you throw away the umbrella? Even if you want to hold her hand, you still have another hand!
Looking at the lonely oil-paper umbrella lying on the bluestone slab, Song Huan had no choice but to quicken his pace to catch up with the guy, raising the umbrella in his hand above their heads.
But the oil-paper umbrella was too small, and as a result, half of Song Huan's body was soaked in an instant.
Fortunately, they were already outside Mingsong Hall and returned to the room not long after.
The room was brightly lit. Song Huan saw Pei Yan's appearance and said to him, "Take off your clothes."
The author has something to say: Lao Pei, this big pig's hoof, only knows how to deceive me, Huanhuan!
Jinjin: My hand speed is terrible.
————Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]: Shijiu tj 5 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support. I will continue to work hard!
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