Wishing You Eternal Happiness

Jiafu helped Pei Youan to sit down in front of the couch, and when he was about to ask someone to bring tea and water in to serve, he turned around, and the wind caught a glimpse of blood on his left arm sleeve. His sight was certain, and he was taken aback: "Cousin, you are injured. NS?"

Pei Youan doesn't always drink, but in the front hall tonight, all the big and small toasts in the southwest are in the room, all with their shoulders fighting for wine, arrogant, and vying to toast him, but the hospitality is difficult, and the exception will be repeated. Jiuli, following what she was pointing, looked down at his arm, and then raised his eyes. Seeing her staring closely, her eyes rounded, her expression panicked, her heart suddenly warmed, comforting her: "It's only scratched." It's just a little skin, not an injury, it doesn't hurt."

Jiafu said anxiously: "The blood is coming out, and you said it's okay!" Turning around, he pulled out the bottle of wound medicine he wiped on himself before, washed his hands, and ran back hurriedly.

The cut in the arm has been dealt with long ago, and the blood has stopped. It’s just that the blood will flow with the strength of the wine, and then it will slowly seep out again. It doesn’t matter, but seeing her worrying so anxiously, she must give it. I applied the wound medicine again, without stopping, sitting still, silently watching her work by her side.

Gaffer removed his coat for him, rolled up the sleeves of his high school shirt, and finally carefully untied the loop of tourniquet that the guards had wrapped for him. He saw a wound about several inches in length on his arm, and blood was slowly penetrating outside. .

She was originally afraid of seeing the blood dripping from the wound, but at this moment, the wound seemed to be cut on her body. She didn't feel terrible at all. She was very distressed. She carefully applied hemostatic ointment to his arm and remembered him that day. When I wiped it on myself, it was a bit hot and painful when I first wiped it on, so he pouted slightly, moved a little closer, and blew lightly into his wound.

The wound was cold and itchy by her, like a light feather from the roots. Pei Youan tried his best to endure, but didn't retract his arm. Her head and face were close to him, Pei Youan clearly smelled the fragrance of her hair-this was the first time he smelled the deliberate fragrance from her last year in the Chinese government office in Beijing. It was completely different, she was light, warm and sweet, and he gradually seemed to start to get used to this kind of breath. Every time he smelled it, it always made him feel happy.

"Cousin, you can bear it, and the pain will soon disappear. I did the same last time."

Hearing her comforting words as if coaxing herself, Pei Youan seemed to have a surge of alcohol in his belly, drunk, and slowly closed his eyes.

After applying the medicine, Gaffer carefully put the bandage back, and put down the rolled up sleeves for him. He looked up and saw that he closed his eyes, seemingly overwhelmed with alcohol, and was busy helping him to lie down, the moment his fingertips touched his shoulder. Pei Youan suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand slightly to block him, and said, "Cousin, I have something to tell you."

His tone suddenly became more solemn.

Gaffer stopped, raising her eyes in confusion.

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

Gaffer's chest was hammered as if caught off guard, her heart sank, and she looked at him firmly, unable to speak for a while.

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

Although he knew he would send himself away sooner or later, it was still too sudden to hear from him.

Jiafu was really unprepared, and her heart was upset for a while. After getting over her spirit, she tried her best to smile, "Thank you, big cousin... just... must you send me away now?"

Pei Youan didn't look at the two pitying glances she cast, and responded in silence.

Gaffer's heart sank a little bit.

"... Do I have to leave now? I can't wait any longer? I promise I will listen to my big cousin, and I won't lose my temper with you, I won't fight with people, and I won't annoy you again..."

Jia Fu's voice was slightly crying.

There was another burst of alcohol. With the window open, Pei Youan felt stuffy, his throat was tight, and his breathing was difficult. The drunkenness is in his chest, a bit of thick leaven.

She thought he was angry...

He settled down.

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

This is also the reason for today's mediation, he can only succeed and not allow failure.

"It has nothing to do with you. Something has happened in the palace. The news I just got yesterday is that the ancestor was called to go to the capital to participate in the sacrifice on the grounds of ancestor worship. The prince killed the messenger, and the king of the cloud had to get involved. "

Pei Youan's voice was gentle and calm, as if he was afraid to scare her, and as if he had foreseen that there would be such a day, but he didn't know what kind of opportunity this day would bring.

Now, everything has an answer.

Just a few days ago, when Beijing came again, the emperor summoned Xiao Yintang, the prince of Yunzhong, to enter Beijing immediately. The purpose of entering Beijing is naturally to detain him as a hostage. The king of Yunzhong took the order at the time, and while delaying, Xiao Yintang sent someone to kill the messenger. In this way, he made a decision for his father.

Gaffer was stunned.

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

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

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

Pei Youan looked at her pale face, and his voice became softer and softer: "As expected, the war will start soon. I can't take you with you anymore. It's not safe here. On the contrary, Quanzhou is not a military strategist who wants to fight and stay away. The place of dispute should not be affected too much. It should be a place of peace. After you go back, there will be people protecting you and your family, so you can rest assured."

Gaffer didn't know who he planned to let him protect herself, but since he had arranged it, she believed that that person might really be able to protect her during the time she went back now.

But what about the near future? When King Yunzhong became emperor, Xiao Yintang became a prince, and his controllable power would overwhelm the cloud. At that time, if he had not planned to let go of himself, facing the power from the prince, Pei Youan sent her to protect her. People, can you really protect her? At that time, Pei Youan, where would the people be?

Perhaps, the greatest possibility is to say goodbye, she will never have the chance to meet Pei Youan again.

She wanted to be like the first time she met him in the post house, threw herself into the arms of the man in front of him, hugged him tightly, and begged him to allow herself to stay under his shelter, and not just like this. Pushed out of his world.

But she knew that this was his final decision and would never change it.

She stared at him blankly.

He was silent. After a while, it seemed that there was a rush of drunkenness. 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.

Gaffer went back to the room next to him in despair, and was gripped tightly by a feeling of imminent disaster.

Knowing the terrible things that will happen in the future, but can't get rid of it, and watching it come towards me step by step, this is the greatest fear.

It was late at night and the Tusi Mansion gradually calmed down. Jiafu held her breath, pressed her ears against the wall tightly, listening to the movement from the next room.

He was drunk and slept very deep. After listening to it for a long time, Gaffer didn't hear the slightest movement.

She sat curled up on the corner of the bed with her knees curled up, her body still in the darkness of the night. She sat like this for a long time, finally got off the bed and walked out silently.

…

Pei Youan was drunk tonight.

When he first returned, his drunkenness might not have been so deep, but since he sent her away, his mood has been depressed, and then, drunkenness flooded from all directions, overwhelming him.

In the end, he even had a dream. He dreamed of some piecemeal old things about a sixteen-year-old boy.

That year, the boy returned to Beijing from the battlefield with his father's dead soul. Late at night just after the funeral, he went to visit his sick mother, Mrs. Xin, with sorrow.

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

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

The young man stood at the entrance of the mourning hall. Just as she was about to enter, Mrs. Xin suddenly cursed at the spirit tablet in a low voice, her voice full of resentment.

"Sixteen years!"

"You unscrupulous man!"

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

"The **** it is him! Why is he still alive? Didn't he say that he will not live to be ten years old? How many years has it been now?"

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

The young man in the dream has a noble status and a frightening talent. In the eyes of others, he is the proud son of heaven. His only regret in his life is probably his sickness. But only the boy knew that the sickness was not his unspeakable, and his unspeakable pain came from the treatment he received from his mother.

He was born early, and he had the impression that when the children of the same age were still ignorant, Mrs. Xin did not like him, not only did not like him, but also had a strong hatred for him. In private, she The gaze that once stared at him, for a long time, became an indelible shadow that accompanied him when he grew up. No matter how good he is, even the better he is, the more she makes him feel a hateful emotion. But introverted by nature, he was destined not to strip his inner shadow to the second person, even in front of his father and grandmother, he never said a word. Just know it for yourself.

But even so, it does not hinder his willingness to establish a relationship with Mrs. Xin, especially when his father has just passed away.

He also guessed at a young age that Mrs. Xin didn't like him, perhaps because of his bad health. So he studied medicine and martial arts, hoping that one day he could have a healthy body like others.

He didn't know that Madam Xin didn't like herself because of his private origin.

He is not the eldest son of Pei's dignified family.

He was just an illegitimate son his father had brought back from outside.

This unintentionally learned secret plunged the sixteen-year-old into a huge self-denial and disgust. All the cognitions he had taken for granted collapsed overnight.

Then, three months later, on a late night when his father was full of filial piety, something happened that later affected his life.

A concubine of his father was hanged in a tree in front of the yard of his residence late at night. The body was found the next morning. Rumors began to spread. Someone saw him insult her. The concubine should be unbearable. Angrily hanged in front of his residence.

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

It does not belong to him, and it is justified to return it.

…

After adulthood, Pei Youan, who has always been asleep, never dreamed.

But tonight, he fell into such an unpleasant dream. In his dream, he returned to the glamour in the eyes of the outsider, but he was only left in a depressed and gloomy boyhood. He was in a trance. The boy seemed to have fallen again in the ice and snow outside the wall. The limbs and bones around him were like hell. He suddenly When it was cold and hot, and the dream was uncomfortable, his breath filled his nose with a lightness and sweetness that seemed to be familiar, his arms were soft and his hands were soft, and all the darkness in the dream was gradually dissipated. He subconsciously lusted for this warm and soft feeling. , Chasing in a dream, reluctant to leave.

When Jiafu was brought into her arms by Pei Youan, she was taken aback and stiffened for a moment. Slowly, feeling his scorching drunken sniffles on his face, Fang realized that he hadn't awakened. The body finally shuddered uncontrollably, a heart pounding, and the whole body's skin was scorching hot.

In this way, shamelessly shameless, hug him and wait until he wakes up.

Gaffer lowered her heart and leaned towards him again, until she was completely curled up in his arms, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly closed her eyes.