Chapter 33

Jiafu helped Pei Youan to sit down in front of the couch, and when she was about to call someone to bring tea and water in to serve, she turned around, and out of the corner of her eye Feng caught a glimpse of blood on the sleeve of his left arm, her eyes fixed, and she was shocked: "Cousin, you are injured. already?"

Pei You'an never drinks, but tonight in the front hall, all the big and small chieftains in the southwest are in the seat, all of them fighting for wine, arrogant, and vying to toast him. Jiu Li, following what she was pointing at, looked down at his arm, raised his eyes again, saw her staring at her, her eyes wide and round, with panic in her expression, her heart suddenly warmed, and comforted her: "It's just a cut. It's just a little skin, it's not an injury, it doesn't matter."

Jiafu said anxiously: "The blood has come out, you said it's okay!" Turning around, she pulled out the bottle of wound medicine he had wiped on herself before, washed her hands, and hurried back with it.

The hole drawn by the arm has been dealt with long ago, and the blood has stopped, but the blood must have been surging with the power of the alcohol, and then it slowly seeped out again, and it didn't matter, but seeing her so anxious and worried, she must give it to her. After applying the wound medicine again, he did not stop him, just sat still, silently watching her busy beside him.

Jiafu removed his coat for him, rolled up the sleeves of his high school shirt, and finally carefully untied the tourniquet that the guard had wrapped around him earlier. He saw a wound about several inches long on his arm, and blood was slowly seeping out. .

She was originally most afraid of seeing the blood dripping from the wound, but at this moment, the wound seemed to be cut on her own body. She didn't feel terrible at all, but she was very distressed. When I wiped it for myself, it was a little painful when I first wiped it, so I pouted slightly, came closer, and blew lightly at his wound.

The wound was so cold that she blew, and it was a little itchy, like a light feather fluttering past. Pei Youan tried his best to endure, but did not retract his arm. Her head and face were also very close to him, and Pei You'an could clearly smell the fragrance emanating from her hair and skin-this was the first time he smelled the kind of deliberate spice from her in Beijing's Chinese government last year. The breath is completely different. She is light, warm and sweet, and he gradually seems to be getting used to this kind of breath. Every time he smells it, it always makes him feel happy.

"Cousin, please bear with it, the pain will soon be over. I did the same last time."

Listening to her comforting words as if she was coaxing herself, Pei Youan seemed to have another surge of alcohol in his stomach, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Jiafu finished applying the medicine, carefully put back the bandage, and put down the rolled up sleeves for him. She looked up to see him close his eyes. He seemed to be overwhelmed by alcohol. He was hurriedly helping him to lie down. Pei You'an suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand to slightly block, and said, "Cousin, I have something to tell you."

His tone suddenly became more solemn.

Jiafu stopped and raised her eyes in confusion.

"We'll be back tomorrow. When we arrive, I'll arrange for someone to take you to Quanzhou." He said softly.

Jiafu's chest seemed to be hit by a sudden blow, her heart sank, and she stared at him, unable to speak for a while.

Pei You'an smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will never forget what I promised you before."

Although he knew that he would send him away sooner or later, it was too sudden to hear it from his mouth.

Jiafu was really unprepared, and her heart was numb for a while, she calmed down and tried her best to smile: "Thank you big cousin...but...will you send me away now?"

Pei You'an did not look at the two begging glances she cast, and answered in silence.

Jiafu's heart sank little by little.

"...Do you have to leave now? Can't wait any longer? I promise that I will listen to my cousin, not get angry with you, fight with others, and never make you angry again..."

Jia Fu's voice was slightly crying.

Another burst of booze. With the window open, Pei You'an felt stuffy, his throat tightened, and he couldn't breathe well. Drunkenness was fermented in his chest.

She thought he was angry...

He settled down.

It's okay to tell her the reason for sending her away. The incident has already happened, and there is no room for recovery. It will not be long before she returns to Quanzhou, and the world will know it.

This is also the reason for today's mediation, he can only succeed, and is not allowed to fail.

"It has nothing to do with you. Something happened at the palace. According to the news I received yesterday, today, on the grounds of offering sacrifices to the ancestors, I enlisted the prince to participate in the sacrifice in the capital. The prince killed the messenger, and King Yunzhong had to rise up. "

Pei You'an's voice was gentle and calm, as if he was afraid of scaring her, and as if he had foreseen that such a day would come, but he didn't know what kind of opportunity this day would come with.

Now, everything has an answer.

Just a few days ago, Jingzhong came to envoy again, and the emperor summoned Xiao Yintang, the prince of Yunzhong, to enter the capital immediately. The purpose of entering Beijing is naturally to detain him as a pledge. King Yunzhong received the decree at that time, and when it was delayed, Xiao Yintang sent someone to kill the envoy. In this way, he made a decision for his father.

Gave was stunned.

She only knew that it should be about this time, the emperor would attack King Yunzhong, the war broke out, and then King Yunzhong entered the capital and became emperor.

She didn't know the real cause of the incident.

It turned out that this was the beginning of her nightmare in her previous life.

Pei You'an looked at her pale face, and her voice became softer: "As expected, the war will start soon, I can't take you with me anymore, and it's not safe here, but Quanzhou, if you are not a soldier, you should stay away. The land of disputes will not be affected too much, it should be a place of peace. After you go back, someone will protect you and your family, so you can rest assured.”

Jiafu didn't know who he planned to let him protect her, but since he had arranged it, she believed that in the days after she returned now, that person might really be able to protect her.

But what about the near future? When King Yunzhong becomes the emperor and Xiao Yintang becomes the prince, the power that he can control will turn the clouds and rain. At that time, if he has not planned to let himself go, facing the power from the prince, Pei You'an will send her to protect her. People, can you really protect her? And at that time, Pei You'an, where would people be?

Perhaps, the biggest possibility is that she will never have the chance to meet Pei You'an again.

She wanted to throw herself into the arms of the man in front of her, just like the first time she met him in the post house, and hugged him tightly, begging him to allow herself to stay under his sheltering branches all the time, not to treat her like this out of his world.

But she knew that this was his final decision, and it would never be changed.

She stared at him blankly.

He was silent, and after a while, there seemed to be a surge of drunkenness, and he lay down in his clothes, closed his eyes, and said in a calm voice that she could go back to the room, he didn't need her to stay here.

Jiafu returned to the room next to him in despair, the whole person was tightly grasped by a feeling of imminent disaster.

Knowing the terrible thing that will happen in the future, but unable to get rid of it, watching it step by step towards you, this is the greatest fear.

It was late at night, and the Tusi Mansion gradually became quiet. Jiafu held her breath and pressed her ear against the wall, listening to the movement from the next room.

He was drunk and slept very deeply. Jiafu listened to it for a long time, but did not hear the slightest movement.

She tucked her knees and sat on the corner of the bed, her body motionless in the dark shadow of the night. After sitting like this for a long time, she finally got off the bed and walked out silently.

...

Pei You'an was drunk tonight.

When he first came back, his drunkenness might not have been that deep, but after he sent her away, his mood became gloomy, and then, drunkenness poured in from all directions, overwhelming him.

In the end, he even had a dream, he dreamed of some old odds and ends about a sixteen-year-old boy.

That year, the young man returned to Beijing from the battlefield with his father's undead. In the middle of the night just after the funeral, with grief, he went to visit his sick mother, Mrs. Xin.

The servant said that Mrs. Xin was still in the small mourning hall. He looked for her and saw her back.

She faced her father's tablet alone, her back solidified.

The young man stood at the entrance of the mourning hall, and just as he was about to enter, Mrs. Xin suddenly cursed at the mourning card in a low voice, her voice so full of resentment.

"Sixteen years!"

"You wicked man!"

"I recognized the wild seed you brought from outside as my son, and watched him take away everything that originally belonged to my son! Now you are so dead?"

"Damn him! Why isn't he dead? Didn't he say he didn't live to be ten years old? How many years has it been?"

The poor widow, immersed in her own endless grief and resentment, did not notice that the boy had come and left quietly.

The young man in the dream has a noble status, and he is very talented. In the eyes of others, he is the favored son of heaven. The only regret in his life is that he is physically weak. But only the young man knew that his illness was not something he couldn't tell, and that his unspeakable pain came from the treatment he received from his mother.

He was born precocious, and when children of the same age were still ignorant, he had the impression that Mrs. Xin didn't like him, not only did she not like him, but also harbored a strong hatred for him. In private, she The kind of eyes that once stared at him became an irreversible shadow that accompanied him growing up for a long time. No matter how good he was, even, the better he was, the more hated she felt in him. But being introverted by nature, he was destined not to reveal his inner shadow to a second person, even in front of his father and grandmother, he never said a word. Just know it yourself.

But even so, it did not hinder his desire to have a good relationship with Mrs. Xin, especially when his father had just passed away.

He also guessed when he was a child that Mrs. Xin didn't like him, perhaps because of his poor health. So he studied medicine and martial arts, hoping that one day he could have a healthy body like everyone else.

He didn't know that Mrs. Xin didn't like her because of his shady origins.

He is not the eldest son of the Pei family.

He was just an illegitimate child brought back from the outside by his father.

This unintentionally learned secret caused the sixteen-year-old boy to fall into huge self-denial and disgust. All the cognitions he had been accustomed to collapsed overnight.

Then, three months later, in the middle of the night when his father, Rexiao Jiangman, happened that event that would affect his life later.

One of his father's concubine hanged from a tree in front of his yard late at night. The body was found the next morning. Rumors began to spread. Some people saw him harassing her. The concubine should be unbearable to be humiliated. Angrily, he hanged himself in front of his residence.

He ended his teenage career in this life by leaving Beijing.

It doesn't belong to him, it's only right and proper to hand it back.

...

As an adult, Pei You'an, who has always been a light sleeper, has never dreamed.

But tonight, he fell into such an unpleasant dream. In the dream, he returned to the bright eyes of the outsider, but he was only left with a depressed and gloomy boyhood, in a trance, the boy seemed to have fallen into the ice and snow outside the fortress again, with stumps and bones around him, like hell, he suddenly. When it was hot and cold, when the dream was uneasy, there was a familiar light, warm and sweet in his breath, soft hands in his arms, all the darkness in the dream was gradually dispelled, and he subconsciously craved this warm and soft feeling. , chasing in a dream, reluctantly.

When Jiafu was pulled into his arms by Pei You'an, she was taken aback, and her body froze for a moment. Slowly, she felt his scorching snort with alcohol on her face, and realized that he hadn't woken up yet. His body finally shivered uncontrollably, his heart pounded, and the skin all over his body was scorching hot.

That's it, shameless, shameless, hug him and hold on until he wakes up.

Jiafu hesitated and leaned closer to him until she was completely curled up in his arms, her eyelashes trembling, and she slowly closed her eyes.