I'm afraid you'll be widowed

The house was turned upside down by Zeng Zhe, but Fang Cenxi didn't have the heart to tidy it up.

It was gradually getting late, and the setting sun covered the entire Tianshui Lane as if spreading over.

Fang Cenxi only arranged the military case that had been smuggled out of the case bank, and then stared at the tooth carving on the table, feeling inexplicably fascinated.

The ivory carvings are engraved with fantian lotus leaves and sun-reflecting lotus flowers, with exquisite and delicate patterns, which are quite different from the auspicious patterns of Shuntian.However, no matter how carefully cared for the ivory carvings are, they are no match for the years, and there will be faint traces of old yellow in the lines.As for the outside of the carved piece, it is oily and smooth, obviously it has been played with fondly for a long time.

I don't know how long I stared blankly like that, but there was another movement in front of the courtyard gate.

Fang Cenxi quickly put away the tooth carvings, stuffed them into his cuffs, stood up, and greeted Pei Gong who was carrying a food box and pushed the door into the hospital.

Pei Gong looked at the messy eyes and frowned, then looked at the official uniform that Fang Cenxi had not changed in time, and suddenly wondered: "What's going on in the room..."

Fang Cenxi raised his eyes slowly, and nonchalantly looked at Bailanghua who was stretching to the side: "It was overturned by the beast."

"Meow?" Bai Langhua paused, flicking his tail angrily, as if he disdained it.

The corner of Pei Gong's mouth twitched, he was deeply shocked by Fang Cenxi's astonishing words, he hastily put down the food box, hugged Bai Langhua and smoothed his two hairs before looking at Fang Cenxi: "What's wrong with you?"

"I heard that the emperor personally promoted your rank, is it true? Is there anyone who makes things difficult for you when you enter the palace today?"

Fang Cenxi smiled calmly, and his expression softened as usual.

He slowly looked at Pei Gong, and replied in a gentle voice: "The third master is well informed."

"It is true that Zuo Si Sizheng of Dali Temple has been promoted to the fifth rank."

When Pei Gong heard this, the worried look on his face disappeared immediately: "I'll just say, you have merit, you can't always be treated harshly."

"The injury on your hand hasn't healed yet, how can there be no reason not to reward you?"

He opened the food box by himself, put all the dishes on the table, and took out an old jar of autumn dew.

"I prepared it early in the morning. The food box is called from Zhiguiyuan, but the wine is not."

There is heaven and earth in this box.

Sometimes fresh winter bamboo shoots stuffed with oil, as well as boiled cabbage heart drenched in oil, sweet and sour short ribs and asparagus and shrimps are layered together, and the bottom is steamed bad shad in red and fragrant willow.

The sour bamboo shoots and chicken soup is still steaming, even in winter, it also makes people feel warm.

Pei Gong calmly said: "My Pei family has a new funeral, and the coffin of the second elder brother has not been brought back to Shuntian, so it's not good to have a big banquet, so I can only invite you with a bottle of good wine from home."

"I remember that everyone in Jianzhou loves fish, so I ordered one specially for you to try."

Pei Gong also put the half-tailed raw fish that he bought specially in the bowl of Bailanghua, watching Bailanghua sinking his head into eating bitterly, and then glanced back at Fang Cenxi.

"It's a good thing for you to be promoted. We, Cen Xi, are upright and discerning. We have settled many cases. We should have been promoted a long time ago."

"No one in Dali Temple congratulates you, it's because they are inferior, but I can't see you being wronged."

He put his chopsticks on the bowl in front of Fang Cenxi, and excitedly took out a square brocade box, and left it for Fang Cenxi to open years ago.

"This piece of Hui ink is light smoke pine oil. It is said that the texture is excellent, and it is a rare product."

"You also know that it's a waste to keep this thing in my hands. Even if it is a thousand-mile horse, it must have a Bole appearance. This thing is suitable for our Fang Sizheng."

Fang Cenxi lowered his eyes and glanced at Mo Fang in the box.

Candle dragons are engraved on the ink, the color is pure black, and the texture is fine, it is indeed the best Hui ink.

Fang Cenxi sized it up for a while, but didn't accept it.

He just closed the box calmly, and pushed Mo back to Pei Gong's hand.

"I appreciate the kindness of the third master, but I can't accept this thing."

"Now the old story of Jianzhou is known by Dali Temple, and it will be a matter of time before it spreads to the court. The third master knows in his heart that whether it is for himself or for the Duke of Liang's mansion, he should avoid suspicion, so as not to provoke gossip."

Pei Gong was startled, and the smile on his face froze suddenly: "Why did you suddenly say such things to me?"

He couldn't help but sneered: "Xinling? What kind of love do you have in your heart?"

Fang Cenxi raised his eyes, and looked at Pei Gong with unwavering eyes: "The third master knew the danger, but he saved my life in a critical moment, and he knew about the scandals in Jianzhou, but he congratulated me when everyone was avoiding it." promotion."

"This ink is so precious that Fang won't pay for it. Although Fang is grateful for the kindness of the third master, but the intention of the third master has already surpassed the friendship of friends. Fang is worthy of it."

Hearing this, Pei Gong suddenly laughed out loud at himself.

He pretended not to care and sneered: "Since you came back from the five villages, you have always been cold and indifferent, so you have seen through it long ago, and blamed me for having broken sleeves, and blamed me for liking you?"

Fang Cenxi was not surprised when he heard the word "broken sleeve", he could only say calmly: "Fang has never complained, nor has he made any guesses, it's all said by the third master himself."

Pei Gong was dumbfounded, only then did he realize that it was a quick talk.

He hastily skipped the topic, and confidently said, "What I think is my business."

"If you don't accept this ink, then I can return the seal you gave me, and we can be like strangers and have nothing to do with each other."

"Since you want to avoid suspicion, you must be clean? Isn't it?"

"No." Fang Cenxi frowned suddenly, "The seal... has been given to the third master, and there is no reason to take it back. The third master must take the box and put it away."

"Why not?" Pei Gong raised his eyebrows, "If I, Pei Gongxi, don't like it, whether I can save people or not is all my business."

"You don't have to accept my intentions, but you don't have to compare me with those insignificant people."

Pei Gong hooked the corners of his mouth, opened the wine on his own, filled each of the two glasses, raised his head and drank his own glass in one gulp.

His eyes were full of self-mockery: "Cen Xi, I'm just happy for you, and also for myself."

"Regardless of other things, just this little thought, you will treat it like a shoestring?"

Fang Cenxi lowered his eyes silently: "I haven't."

"The third master comes from an extraordinary background, your friendship is naturally the most precious to me."

It was obviously to celebrate for Fang Cenxi, but Pei Gong was holding the wine jar, sipping cup after cup.

After a few cups, he drank somewhat muddled, and it seemed that everyone was not intoxicated by the alcohol.

Pei Gong looked at Fang Cenxi, and suddenly smiled: "I'm a useless person, I can't help father and brother, I can't save Duke Liang's mansion."

"I didn't realize it earlier, otherwise I would still be able to go to the Xuan Mansion with my second brother, defend the border with him, at least the Tatars would attack the outer roads, and I would still be with my second brother..."

"Everyone told me personally that there is no justice in the world, only you are willing to investigate the case with me quietly, and you are willing to risk your life to save people..."

While talking, Pei Gong drank several cups again and again.

"So, I like the best person in the world, what's wrong with that?"

"Cen Xi, just because he is a man like me, can't it?"

Fang Cenxi frowned slightly, and lightly pressed Pei Gong's hand: "The third master is drunk."

Pei Gong smiled, but there was a look in his eyes that had never been shown before.

He was a seven-foot man, yet he showed his sadness in front of others.

Pei Gong sneered twice, his sanity was no longer clear: "Cen Xi, why do you call me the third master again?"

"I said, don't call it that, I don't like it."

Fang Cenxi took the wine glass expressionlessly, his usual gentle eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife.

He cherished his words like gold, and said in a slow voice, "Pei Jianrang, let go of your hands."

After saying that, his voice suddenly became softer again, becoming a persuasive tone: "Don't drink any more."

Pei Gong was startled, inexplicably shocked by Fang Cenxi's serious appearance.

He never thought that Fang Cenxi, who seemed weak in writing, would be so intimidating.

Pei Gong had never seen Fang Cenxi speak like this.

There is no usual warm and slow tone, nor the usual smiling expression, the deep eyes contain emotions that are difficult to detect, and there is an indescribable majesty in the trance.

He couldn't help laughing, let go of his hand obediently, and put on a posture of being caught with nothing: "Okay, listen to our Fang Sizheng."

"You can rest assured that we, the son of Liang Guogong's mansion, will not be reduced to the kind of waste that can't be afforded or put down."

"You don't want to accept it, of course you have your reasons, and I won't make things difficult for you."

Fang Cenxi's thin lips parted, but he still hesitated to speak.

He didn't want to settle the relationship with Pei Gong, and he didn't want to treat him like a jackal.

But now is the time to make a decisive decision.

Having too many entanglements with Pei Gong will definitely affect his work in the Thirteenth Division.Compared with the two evils, whichever is the lesser, he has been immersed in the Thirteen Divisions for several years, this is the truth Fang Cenxi understood early on.

He silently took the Hui ink sent by Pei Gong: "Since the third master said this, Cen Xi was disrespectful. Thank you, the third master."

"The third master's life-saving grace, Cen Xi will always remember it in his heart, and will never..."

Pei Gong rubbed Bai Langhua's hair, then propped up his dazed forehead, and slightly raised his lips towards Fang Cenxi: "You don't have to remember my kindness."

"No matter who encounters a villain like Li Sibo, I will save him. I don't want any rewards. I just need to see that the good people don't die in vain. That's enough."

Pei Gong said lightly about the drunkenness, but in his heart he felt that he was ridiculously fake.

Besides Fang Cenxi, who else in this world can make him disobey his eldest brother and ride out of the city alone to rescue him?

He really wasn't trying to repay, he was thinking of Fang Cenxi.

But this person is not his after all.

Looking at the current situation, Pei Gong knew that it would be meaningless to say any more.

It turned out that he would have made a mistake, and had taken everything for granted from the very beginning.

Pei Gong's smile became more obvious.

He couldn't help but deceive himself and said: "Cen Xi, I will keep your things, and you will take mine as well."

"We are no longer a debt of favor. From now on, we will only be friends. Think about it. The stupid things I said before, you can only think of it as ear-piercing."

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