Chapter 3 Assassination!
The night is deep and the dew is heavy, the candlelight in Randeng Temple is dim.
Rong Jianxue was copying scriptures in the Zen room.
Today I copied the "Classic of Purity and Tranquility".
The candlelight in the Zen room crackled a few times, and the man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, shaking off the candlelight on the table.
"Jiang Hui."
Outside the Zen room, Jiang Hui pushed the door open and walked in, clasping his fists respectfully: "Young Master."
He handed him the copied scriptures and said, "Press these scriptures into the underground palace of the pagoda."
Jiang Hui took the scripture and sighed, "My Lord transcribes scriptures for the Second Young Master every month and places them in the pagoda for offerings. I believe the Second Young Master's spirit will rest in peace in heaven."
Without saying anything else, Jiang Hui turned and left.
The light in the Zen room flickered a few times again.
Rong Jianxue was used to lighting another stick of incense at this time. He put on a thin cloak and walked towards the main hall of Randeng Temple.
Walk outside the main hall.
Under the huge ancient tree of immortality, Pei Jingxu, wearing a white gauze dress, stretched out her hand to reach the high branches.
But, there is always a gap.
She stood on tiptoe and raised her hands high. The thin skirt made her look so slender and frail, like a dying white moth under a lampshade.
Rong Jianxue stood not far away, tall and with a calm look in his eyes.
After his younger brother died, he held an important position and was busy with official duties, so household affairs were always handled by his mother.
His mother did mention Pei to him.
His words were full of dissatisfaction and contempt, saying that Pei was stupid and ignorant, and an uneasy person.
——It was almost the same as the reputation he had heard in Chang'an City.
Rong Jianxue stared for a moment, then turned and was about to leave.
Under the tree of immortality, after trying many times, the woman finally lost her courage. She curled up on the ground, holding the scriptures in her hands, and sobbed softly.
Her crying was very soft and even her sadness was silent, for fear of disturbing the silent night.
The candlelight in the hall was bright, but the warm yellow light did not fall on her at all.
A gust of wind blew through the tops of the longevity trees, and the leaves rustled.
It's a bit cold.
Rong Jianxue gathered her thin cloak and walked behind Pei Jingxu.
As if hearing footsteps, Pei Jingxu suddenly stood up and turned around. The moment he saw the man, tears rolled down his surprised eyes.
"Sir, it's so late, why haven't you slept yet..."
Her face was filled with embarrassment of being caught, she lowered her head and wiped away her tears helplessly.
Rong Jianxue didn't answer, his eyes fell on the stack of scriptures in her hand.
Noticing the man's gaze, Pei Jingxu explained softly, "I heard from the monks here that placing written scriptures under the pagoda's underground palace or tying them to the branches of the longevity tree can bring blessings and prayers to the deceased."
“They say that every time the wind blows through the branches, it is like a sutra being recited for my beloved.”
The night wind blew through her black hair, and the woman's hair tips moved towards him.
Rong Jianxue looked away and said in a cold voice, "Randeng Temple does have such a saying."
Pei Jingxu smiled bitterly with tears in her eyes, looking at the scriptures she had copied in her hands: "But, I can't even pray for my husband."
Rong Jianxue said, "It's okay to not bow when you enter the hall as long as you are upright. If you are sincere, you don't need to worry about these empty formalities."
Pei Jingxu bit her cherry lips lightly, lowered her head slightly, and said in a low voice: "But I still want to..."
There was silence all around.
Finally, she looked at Rong Jianxue, her eyes gentle and cautious: "Sir, can you... help me..."
Rong Jianxue lowered his eyes and looked at her.
The man was tall, and his figure seemed to envelop her.
In the main hall, there was the sound of a gavel hitting a wooden fish.
Tap, tap, tap——
It seemed to be telling him to be kind and compassionate to the world.
for a long time.
Rong Jianxue nodded imperceptibly.
He raised his hand slightly and lowered a branch. Seeing this, Pei Jingxu took a few steps forward and tied the scripture with silk thread to the branch.
The lowered branches lifted up again, Pei Jingxu looked at the scriptures blown by the wind, and clasped his hands together.
"I pray that the Buddha may bless my husband, Rong Xuanzhou, and quickly ascend to paradise. I, a believer, am willing to abstain from meat for ten days and walk incense for half a month. I offer this humble offering, and I hope the Buddha will have mercy on me."
Her voice was very soft, as if she had entrusted it to the night breeze, and her expression was sincere and pious, not false.
The woman had a slender figure, and the night wind blew across her delicate shoulders, as if it would crush her in the next second.
Her long hair fell to her waist like a waterfall. She was not wearing any makeup and let the tears roll down her eyes.
I am about to cry, and I feel pity for him.
After the blessing was finished, Pei Jingxu slowly opened his eyes and turned to face Rong Jianxue: "Thank you very much for tonight, sir."
Rong Jianxue shook her head: "The wind is strong on a summer night. Go back and rest early."
Pei Jingxu curved his eyebrows and smiled softly: "Then my lord, we will see you tomorrow morning."
"See you tomorrow morning."
Nodding to the man, Pei Jingxu turned and left.
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After returning to the Zen room, Pei Jingxu stretched and smiled.
Hongyao came forward and quickly put a piece of clothing on her: "Miss, where have you been? Why did you come back so late?"
"Just strolling around," she looked at Hongyao and whispered, "Remember, no matter what happens tomorrow, don't panic, act according to the circumstances, okay?"
Hongyao seemed to understand but nodded respectfully: "This servant understands."
Her current "connection" with Rong Jianxue is far from enough.
If Pei Jingxu remembered correctly, at this time in the previous life, Rong Jianxue encountered an assassination on his way back home!
It was also because of this assassination that although Rong Jianxue was not seriously injured, Shen Congyue took the opportunity to exaggerate and said that she, Pei Jingxu, was unlucky in the family and unlucky in husband, and was an absolute disaster!
From then on, Pei Jingxu's situation in the Rong family became even more difficult.
Now that she has learned the plot in advance, she will use this plot to take a step further with Rong Jianxue.
Pei Jingxu knew very well that wealth and honor must be sought at the cost of danger. Since she didn't want to die, she had to be prepared to be skinned alive.
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Early the next morning.
It was raining heavily and the entire Randeng Temple was shrouded in rain and fog.
Rong Jianxue was waiting outside the temple early.
When Pei Jingxu reached the temple gate, he saw a man in a dark green robe with gold embroidery and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He looked elegant and graceful, like a bright moon and a beautiful woman.
"My lord, I've been waiting for a long time." Pei Jingxu stepped forward and bowed slightly.
The man took a step back: "Let's go."
The two carriages drove forward, heading towards the foot of the mountain.
The rain gradually got heavier, and when the carriage reached halfway up the mountain, it was pouring rain.
Pei Jingxu calculated the time and it was almost time.
Jiang Hui's voice came from outside the carriage: "Second Madam, the rain is too heavy, the mountains are rocky and muddy. My master wants us to wait here until the rain subsides before leaving."
Pei Jingxu replied, "Of course you can. The mossy mountain roads are slippery, so it's always better to be careful."
Not long after the carriage stopped, an arrow shot straight at Pei Jingxu's horse's back!
The horse was frightened, neighed, and raised its front hooves high!
The carriage began to shake violently, and Pei Jingxu took the opportunity to push Hongyao out of the carriage!
The next second, the horse neighed and ran away with Pei Jingxu!
"S-Sir!"
Pei Jingxu looked at Rong Jianxue in panic!
At the same time, a dozen men in black walked out from the darkness, holding long knives and with fierce looks on their faces!
"Brother, why are there two carriages?"
"What are you afraid of? Kill them all!"
At a command, the black-clad assassin attacked Rong Jianxue's carriage!
Jiang Hui was the first to react, he drew his sword and charged forward!
"You deal with them."
Rong Jianxue gave an order, and before he finished speaking, he had already flown towards the out-of-control carriage!
Pei Jingxu's heart was in his throat.
The mountain road was bumpy and the carriage was shaking, as if it would throw her out in the next second!
Her nails dug into her palms and she bit her lip slightly.
She is gambling.
——She can only gamble.
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