Chapter 173 "Pei Jingxu, it's useless to act coquettishly."
Pei Jingxu froze in place.
The voice was cold and light, with a sense of indifference to others, and it suddenly and calmly appeared behind her.
Turning around in panic, she saw a man in a crimson robe with stern eyebrows. The look in his eyes when he looked at Pei Jingxu was cold and handsome.
Pei Jingxu stopped moving his hands and looked up at the man.
The night wind could not blow through his robe. The man's gaze fell on Rong Xuanzhou holding her sleeve.
Even when he was fast asleep, he had no intention of letting go.
The man narrowed his eyes, his emotions unclear.
Pei Jingxu stood up in a panic.
"Jiang Hui said that you should stay here tonight and take care of him."
She couldn't hear the emotion in the man's tone, she just felt heavy and cold.
Pei Jingxu said softly, "No, I was preparing to leave."
The tall figure enveloped her, and he walked towards her, his thick robe covering her figure.
The man lifted the woman's chin with one hand, and said calmly, "Wu Jian was injured, but he is useless."
Pei Jingxu closed his eyes slightly, feeling that what Rong Jianxue said made a lot of sense.
She lowered her head slightly, and the man's cold breath sprayed on her earlobe. Pei Jingxu's earlobe seemed to be on fire.
Pei Jingxu's waist softened and she fell into the man's arms.
——The sleeve of that hand was still being held by Rong Xuanzhou.
So even though her body fell into Rong Jianxue's arms, she was still unable to move.
With her cheeks slightly red, Pei Jingxu clutched the man's collar and softened her voice: "Sir, it's not here..."
Rong Jianxue raised her chin slightly, her eyes cold and icy: "Did I say anything?"
After a pause, he leaned forward slightly and sneered: "Or... do you want to be here?"
She doesn't want to!
Shaking her head vigorously, Pei Jingxu was embraced by the man. One of her hands was held, and the other hand was against his chest. She lowered her head and dared not speak.
Rong Jianxue's voice was indifferent, without any passion: "Stand still."
Pei Jingxu: “…”
It was obvious that he had pinched her waist until it softened, and now he was ordering her like this.
Pei Jingxu held his chest and finally stood up straight again. Her clear eyes looked at him helplessly.
There was no unnecessary emotion on the man's face, and his eyes looking at her were very calm.
He raised his hand, tapped his thin lips, and looked down at her condescendingly, as if teaching her what to do.
Pei Jingxu was stunned, his eyes widened, and his cheeks and ears turned red.
"No..." she stammered in refusal.
Rong Jianxue glanced slightly to the side, still looking down at her, and even took a step closer to her, as if silently urging her.
Pei Jingxu bit her lip slightly: "Sir, can you please go out..."
The wide robe concealed her entire figure, as if he could easily cover her whole body if he just leaned over slightly.
He silently reminded her that this was not good.
Pei Jingxu's eyes turned red, and she tugged at the man's wide sleeves with her free hand: "Jun Mou..."
She was good at giving in to him and showing weakness, and was good at using her tears and weakness as a weapon to "kill him".
It’s just that those “weapons” don’t work on the man tonight.
A wide crimson robe was covered in moonlight and turned into silver.
The silver threads on the wide robe are crisscrossed, intricate and precious. The dark patterns woven from silver threads like auspicious clouds float in the moonlight, looking lifelike.
He is a powerful official in the night.
Rong Jianxue's voice was indifferent, without any emotion: "It's useless to act like a spoiled child."
Or, at least now, he doesn't need it.
The slender white finger bones pressed against her lips, lightly tapping the corners of her lips, with a stronger sense of urging.
Because his other sleeve was grabbed, Pei Jingxu could not move forward or backward, as if he was trapped in the small space under his feet.
The hand that was shaking his sleeve finally loosened and slowly moved to his lapel.
"Sir, someone is..."
Rong Jianxue's brows were cold and her tone was arrogant: "I know."
He did it on purpose.
He already had some bad and despicable thoughts.
Finally, Pei Jingxu ran out of tricks and could only bite his lips and take a deep breath.
One hand grasped his collar, and Pei Jingxu used a little force with the other hand to bend the man's waist, and then gave him a very light kiss on the corner of his lips.
Instantly separate.
The cool scent of jasmine fell on the corner of his lips. Rong Jianxue narrowed his eyes and licked the floral scent on the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue.
He took a step back and put some distance between himself and Pei Jingxu.
His brow remained unchanged, but emotions flashed across his eyes: "Now, let him go."
Pei Jingxu heard this and said in a soft and cautious voice: "Originally, he was the one who held my hand..."
What does "let him go" mean?
Rong Jianxue didn't want to pay attention to her rebuttal, but just looked at her leisurely.
The meaning is obvious, she does it herself.
Pei Jingxu sighed, and finally freed his hand, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled his sleeve out of his hand little by little.
Just when he was about to pull out, the next second, a hand grabbed Pei Jingxu's wrist bone.
Pei Jingxu widened his eyes and was too frightened to move for a moment.
Rong Xuanzhou groaned in pain, and the pain in his arm made him subconsciously grab the person next to him.
"Ah Xu..." Rong Xuanzhou murmured, "Don't go..."
It's just dream talking.
The sleeve was pulled out, but the wrist bone was caught again.
Pei Jingxu was thinking about what to do.
The man behind him seemed to have lost his patience.
Taking a few steps forward, Rong Jianxue directly grabbed Rong Xuanzhou's arm and pressed two finger bones on the bandaged wound!
Rong Xuanzhou let out a cry of pain and barely released his grip on Pei Jingxu's wrist.
The brief and intense pain made Rong Xuanzhou's eyelids twitch. His eyelids felt heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep again before he could even see the figure in front of him.
Before Pei Jingxu could even react——
The next second, Rong Jianxue picked her up and carried her sideways, walking out of the tent.
It's already late at night.
There was no one outside the tent except the patrolling guards.
Pei Jingxu was held in the man's arms. She struggled frantically and resisted in a low voice: "Let me go, there are people here..."
Rong Jianxue said nothing and walked towards his tent holding Pei Jingxu.
“Who is it!?”
A cold voice came!
It's a patrol soldier!
In a panic, Pei Jingxu buried her head in the man's arms and clutched the man's clothes.
Rong Jianxue protected her head with one hand and looked at the person who came with a cold gaze.
——If Pei Jingxu could see the person coming at this time, she would find that the person in front of her seemed to be the commander of the Royal Guards who was talking to Rong Jianxue when she came to the enclosure on the first day.
The commander was slightly stunned when he saw Rong Jianxue.
The next second, he saw the woman in Rong Jianxue's arms!
"Master, Master, what are you doing——"
The commander widened his eyes and couldn't believe what he saw for a moment!
——Master Young Master, in the middle of the night, hugged a woman!?
Rong Jianxue's expression remained unchanged, and he looked at the commander of the Imperial Guards calmly, "What's wrong?"
The commander's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He said cautiously, "Master Master, this is..."
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