Pei Jin, who was far away in Xianzhang County, finally received a letter from the Pei family.
His face was gloomy, he no longer had the gentle appearance of a handsome young man, and his eyes were fierce.
At his feet was a burning brazier, with unburned letters inside. Some were sent by his close associates, and some were written by women. Only the one on the table was not destroyed. It was sent by the old lady. letter of comfort.
"What's going on with my mother? Why hasn't the silver been sent over for so long?"
"Second Young Master, don't worry about Madam. The Master should be able to take care of it. Although life in another hospital is harder than in the mansion, Madam will not really suffer."
"Oh, with my good big brother here, what can other people do?"
Pei Jinzhi held the letter he had just read and clenched it into a ball, "If you asked me to leave the house, I would leave the house. Now that I'm asked to go back, the errand will be canceled at the drop of a hat. We, the heir apparent of the Pei family, are really Great power!"
The objects in the basin finally turned into ashes. Pei Jinzhi came back to his senses with cold eyes, "Tell her not to write any more letters. If she really wants to do things for me, she should go back now to try to be loved and enjoy the pillow breeze." That’s it!”
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After nightfall, Pei Yanzhou, who was hated by others, returned home smelling of alcohol. Even though he had taken a shower, his dark eyes were no longer as clear as before.
He pushed open Song Jinyin's door and saw the person on the bed waking up with the movement, his eyes showing confusion due to sleepiness.
When he looked over, it somehow calmed down the irritability in his heart.
"I......"
The voice he spoke was extremely hoarse. Pei Yanzhou remembered the incident that had always been on his mind during the day. He suddenly stopped walking towards her and felt timid for the first time.
"Your Majesty, have you been drinking?"
Song Jinyin stood up, found a coat and put it on.
She had not slept peacefully, and was awakened by the movement. She felt a little angry in her heart, but when she thought that there was something else she wanted to inquire about, she softened her cold expression a little.
Although she is stubborn, she is not brainless.
Pei Yanzhou kept looking at her.
Seeing that her eyes were no longer as agile as before, and she couldn't see the emotions in her eyes clearly, she could only skillfully pour tea for him, and finally opened the door and asked Butler Wang to bring him a bowl of sobering soup.
It was as if nothing happened during the day, or she didn't care about it at all.
Pei Yanzhou's Adam's apple rolled slightly and his thin lips pursed into a thin line. He wanted to ask her, but he didn't know how to speak.
Lin Jingxiu said today that she would care, but now it seems that she doesn't have any dissatisfaction, she just looks like a maid who is used to being a maid.
"Your Majesty, I think you are tired here. I will rub your shoulders for you, and you will be fine after you drink the hangover soup."
"Song Jinyin, are you not angry at all?"
The man finally asked, but all he got was a slightly surprised response from Song Jinyin.
"Why are you angry, slave?"
The slightly cold fingertips touched his face, but before he could stop, his wrist was grasped by a force, pulling her to him and falling on him.
Those unruffled eyes finally responded.
Song Jinyin resisted and raised her hand to touch his chest. She was panicked and helpless, but soon her eyes calmed down.
She still put her hands on Pei Yanzhou's chest, opening some distance between them.
"The prince looks unhappy. I'd better rub it for him first, otherwise he will have a headache when he wakes up tomorrow."
"No headache."
The man took off her hand, put his other hand on the back of her neck, rubbed it gently, and then pressed her towards him.
The refreshing smell after bathing did not cover up the aroma of wine on his body. Instead, it lingered on the tip of Song Jinyin's nose as the two of them moved.
Song Jinyin didn't want to be so close to him, so she wanted to turn her head, but he forced her to move.
The tips of their noses met, and the man pressed her lips against hers. They had not been close to each other for a long time, and this kiss was forbearing and restrained.
The atmosphere in the room was getting hotter and hotter. Song Jinyin was pulled to sit on his lap. Her hands hanging down tightly grasped the corner of her robe. She wanted to resist, but she endured it. She looked obedient and cautious.
It wasn't until the breath became heavier that the kiss stopped.
"Why are your hands so cold?"
The person sitting in his arms lowered his eyebrows and trembled his long eyelashes, feeling helpless due to the scorching heat on his body.
He asked her why her hands were so cold. Song Jinyin thought that it was probably because she was in poor health and had given up hope.
"This slave has always been like this, just take a nap and you'll be fine."
"How can it be like this all the time? It hasn't been this cold in the past. Let the doctor come and take a look tomorrow."
Pei Yanzhou frowned slightly.
Although he was already taking medicine to replenish his health, this man always looked frail.
Moreover, Shen Yuhe's expression was too serious that day, which has always disturbed him recently.
"Perhaps you have been in the room for too long and it's not a problem. Doctor Shen just checked on me. There is really no need to trouble the government doctor."
Sensing the man's affection, Song Jinyin's heart beat very fast. She didn't dare to move or meet his gaze, for fear that he would see the uneasiness in her heart.
"After drinking these few pills, it won't be too late for me to call the palace doctor shamelessly. The prince is now absent from the palace for a long time. I guess he is busy with things. It is not good to catch the cold again due to drinking."
"Then I'll invite Shen Yuhe to come over and show you."
Pei Yanzhou thought for a moment, nodded along with her words, and then said: "I didn't mean to drink with anyone today. I just finished my errands and went to the Third Prince's Mansion."
Song Jinyin didn't expect that Pei Yanzhou would tell her this.
She just wanted to avoid the doctor's words and find out more about the day he left the mansion, but now that she had reached this point, she simply shut her mouth and listened to him speak.
Sure enough, the next moment, Pei Yanzhou's voice sounded in his ears again.
"It's just that the New Year is coming, and I do have some errands on hand. During this period, you should be good and stay at home. I will keep Biyu. If anyone is looking for you, just stay in Zhuya Courtyard and not go out."
"How could anyone come looking for a slave? The prince made it sound like he was going on a far journey."
Pei Yanzhou's dark eyes regained some clarity, and he just looked at the person in his arms, as if inquiring and thinking, and finally responded softly after a while.
"It's true that I have to travel far away, for four or five days at a time, and nearly a month at a time."
"Are you going out for another month?"
Song Jinyin's lips were slightly open, and when she raised her eyes, her eyes were widened, like a startled deer, with clear and moist eyes.
She had already heard about this from Biyu. Although it was not detailed, she had a general idea. However, in front of Pei Yanzhou, she could only pretend to be ignorant.
"Then the prince's two trips were in the same place?"
"Are you very concerned about my departure from the mansion?"
"I do care a little."
The candlelight shines from the side of Song Jinyin, and the light and shadow flicker, giving her indifference a layer of softness, making it difficult to see clearly.
"I went to the kitchen to learn some skills from you. It's just that the prince's food has always been exquisite. If you really want to cook well, you still need to learn more. Now I hear that the prince is going to travel far away. I don't think I need to be so eager to learn. ."
"Why are you suddenly learning a craft for me? And I remember that your craft is not bad in the first place."
“I haven’t done it for a long time, so I’m still unfamiliar.”
Song Jinyin talked about the words she had thought of for a long time, her eyebrows lowered and she said, "It's not sudden. After the prince rescued the slave from the old lady, the slave was grateful and went to the kitchen when he had time, but there was a pause in the middle. After a while, there is not much life in Wenyue Tower, so I want to continue to learn from Uncle Li."
Pei Yanzhou narrowed his long eyes, swept her face, and stayed on her lips for a moment.
The person in front of me looked gentle and quiet, and talked about trivial matters in a leisurely manner. Although there was a faint look of tiredness on his eyebrows, he did not show impatience or perfunctoryness. He seemed to be sincere and did not really care about what happened during the day. superior.
But this knowledge made Pei Yanzhou feel dissatisfied.
But Song Jinyin's soft whispers were all in his ears, and he suddenly couldn't bear to break the tranquility of the room.
"...So the prince will not return home until a few days before the New Year?"
"It won't be that late."
Pei Yanzhou came to his senses, rested his head on her neck, let the hot air spray on her earlobes, and saw that the lovely round place was gradually filled with crimson.
"In five or six days, I will leave the city for a trip. I will probably return in four or five days. After finishing the things, I will start to go to Yuxi Mountain. As for returning to the house, it will be half a month as soon as possible, and one month as slow as possible. Then I will rest. Mu, I will take you out of the city for a walk, and then stay in another courtyard for a few days."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Yanzhou noticed that the person in his arms stiffened.
However, he was puzzled for just a moment before he remembered the last time he took her out of the city and abandoned her in front of Xu Youyi.
Pei Yanzhou's thin lips moved, but he was unable to say a word of comfort. He could only use his hands to hug her tightly, fearing that she would break away or question her.
Although he was sure that he wouldn't hurt her last time and that the assassin couldn't be as fast as him, when he thought about it now, his fear became stronger and stronger each time.
The two of them seemed to have fallen into the same darkness, and what happened that day was more like a boulder pressing on their chests, suffocating them.
Song Jinyin didn't speak, so Pei Yanzhou held her still.
Until the hangover soup is delivered.
