I'm afraid you'll be widowed

Pei Gongmai's yard on Qipan Street is not on the street, but as long as he turns the door and walks a few more steps, he can enter the bustling market in central Beijing.

The structure of this yard is also very similar to the one in Tianshui Lane, even a jujube tree is planted in the yard.

Therefore, except that the new house is a whole circle bigger, compared with the original one, it doesn't look much different at first glance.

The heavy desks, chairs and cabinets have already been moved almost in the afternoon, only bits and pieces left, and the increasingly pig-like white waves, need to be brought a few more times and slowly moved over.

When Pei Gong returned to Tianshui Lane, he was in a rather light mood.

But as soon as he entered the room, he didn't have any accidents, and he saw the seal of Linghua Pavilion at a glance.

The big characters pasted with gold foil are really conspicuous, even though the light in the room is a bit dim, the seal still exudes a golden luster.

Pei Gong only felt a "buzz" in his head, and he was stunned.

This post was left in the room, so you don't need to think about it, and you know what happened.

The matter involved Fang Cenxi who couldn't carry it on his shoulders, Pei Gong suddenly felt restless.

He wanted to just search for it, but felt that he was too impatient.

Pei Gong waited anxiously, and simply stood alone in front of the door, looking into the distance from time to time.

I don't know how long it took before there was more movement at the entrance of the alley.

Pei Gong immediately looked sideways, and he saw Fang Cenxi appearing at the entrance of Tianshui Lane.

It was already curfew time, and it was dark all around.

Tianshui Lane seemed to be completely covered by a piece of soap gauze thrown by someone, only a hole was poked, and a full moon penetrated through.

Fang Cenxi was thin and frail, staggering and covered with moonlight, which made his whole body look even thinner.

Looking at him from a distance, he looks the same as when Baodi was poisoned.

Pei Gong was startled, hurried forward in two steps, and ran to the alley to hold him tightly in his arms.

It's just that when he got close, there was a burst of powdery smell that was hard to ignore, but he started to rush towards Pei Gong with all his strength.

This smell is very similar to the soliciting girl in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion, who can't wait to hang around Pei Gong.

Pei Gong couldn't help frowning, and covered his nose with his hands.

He looked at the person in his arms, and asked with disgust in his eyes, "What's the smell on you? It makes people's brains hurt."

When Fang Cenxi heard Pei Gong's voice, he froze slightly. His reaction seemed to be a little slow, and he didn't reply a word to Pei Gong's question.

Seeing his lazy appearance, Pei Gong almost frowned: "Did you really go to Linghua Pavilion alone? Drinking with others? Or inviting cats to tease dogs?"

Fang Cenxi still didn't say a word, he just let go of his strength, leaned over and threw himself into the familiar embrace, and naturally wrapped his arms around Pei Gong's neck.

In a trance, the breath he had been holding all along finally relaxed here completely.

Pei Gong was impatient and couldn't bear to torment the weak Fang Cenxi, so he could only sigh softly: "Fang Cenxi, speak."

Only then did Fang Cenxi close his eyes, spit out a few indistinct words from his thin lips, and only said vaguely: "Jian Rang, I have a terrible headache."

"Can I take a break?"

Hearing this, Pei Gong's complexion couldn't help but darken.

He scolded and picked him up, but held him cautiously: "How could you go there alone without saying hello? You don't know where Linghua Pavilion is?"

"Qian Xingtong is looking for you, how can he be safe? You have no defense at all?"

Fang Cenxi leaned against Pei Gong's chest, and hooked the corners of his lips weakly.

"The post was sent to Dali Temple, and you also know that I went to Linghua Pavilion."

"He won't do it directly, he's not that stupid."

Pei Gong lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms, feeling helpless for a moment.

The person in his arms was light and soft, with his eyes closed drowsily, like an exceptionally delicate and rare treasure.

If it is not properly preserved, it will leave him with a rough and ugly crack.

Pei Gong had no choice but to carefully hold the person in his arms, and then asked as if afraid of waking Fang Cenxi: "Qian Xingtong asked you to go to Linghua Pavilion, what exactly do you want?"

Fang Cenxi rubbed his face into Pei Gong's arms: "There is nothing else."

"It's just because of Bao Di's matter, he wants to find a name to test my reality."

"Bei Zhen's news is very close now, he probably doesn't know about Fan Tianhe's suicide."

While speaking, Fang Cenxi's hand drooped.

Pei Gong also blinked his eyes in the past, unexpectedly, he only glanced at it for a moment, and Pei Gong was startled when he saw it.

His steps froze in place, and he couldn't help frowning: "What's wrong with your hands?"

"It's nothing." Fang Cenxi quickly curled up his hands to cover up, and said lazily: "Isn't it all the same as usual, is it good?"

Without hesitation, Pei Gong clamped Fang Cenxi's bright wrist, and pulled Fang Cenxi to expose the wound, so he couldn't hide it.

Then, he lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "Okay? Then what is this?"

Fang Cenxi's hand was restrained by Pei Gong and couldn't be pulled out, so he had to give up resistance, and said obediently: "It's really nothing."

"Going to Linghua Pavilion today, I took that dagger with me, so I accidentally scratched it."

Pei Gong clutched Fang Cenxi's hand with distressed eyes, only to see that there was a cut neither short nor long on his fingertips.

Fang Cenxi's fingers are fair and slender, the kind that Pei Gong always thinks are good-looking.

But now on the jade-like fingertips, there is a dark red ferocious blood scab.

The blood scab was crooked, like a blood-sucking centipede, crawling on Fang Cenxi's fingertips, constantly gnawing on it without satisfaction.

Although the wound was on Fang Cenxi's body, Pei Gong felt as if he had been gouged out two or three times.

Thinking about this, he couldn't help but said: "It's not a problem? Ten fingers connect to the heart, and the wound on the fingertips is the most painful."

"Why did you row so long?"

When Fang Cenxi heard these words, he subconsciously withdrew his hands.

His voice was muffled, as if he wanted to divert the topic between the two of them: "Jian Rang, go back, I'm really tired."

But Pei Gong is no longer someone who can be dismissed hastily.

He held Fang Cenxi's hand tightly, not letting him take it away easily.

Then, Pei Gong took advantage of the moonlight to look carefully: "You tell me the truth, is it really just carelessness?"

"Cen Xi, you can fool others, but you can't fool me. The dagger was handed over from me, wouldn't I be familiar with it? Even if you take off the scabbard of the desert moon with one hand, it won't scratch it. finger."

"Besides, if you are really careless, the edge of the knife should face the palm of your hand, but why is the edge of the knife on your fingertip facing the opposite direction?"

"What happened to the injury on your hand?"

Fang Cenxi was dumbfounded by the question, so he could only force himself to raise his eyes, and looked at Pei Gong pitifully in the old way.

Even the voice he called out to people was so tender that it made people feel weak: "Jian Rang..."

Unexpectedly, Pei Gong was already familiar with the trick in front of him, so even if there was a male vixen in his arms acting coquettishly in front of him, Pei Gong could still turn a blind eye to it: "Tell me quickly, or I will go to Linghua Pavilion now."

"When the time comes, I'll find out who is the one who dares to use a knife in your hand."

"Don't..." Fang Cenxi's tired eyes finally showed some distress, "Don't go, it's too late."

"I'm really fine. When I met you before, which time was it not hurt more than this?"

Pei Gong was startled, and suddenly forced a wry smile without saying anything.

Only then did Fang Cenxi take advantage of the situation, and simply tightened his arms around Pei Gong's neck, and straightened up in Pei Gong's arms.

His soft and thin lips moistened Pei Gong's Adam's apple, and then moved around Pei Gong's jaw, until it reached Pei Gong's lips.

It was clearly still a cold night in early spring, but Pei Gong felt that the places Fang Cenxi touched started to burn as if they were burning, and his panting gradually became quicker.

Relying on the curfew, the two began to hug and kiss unscrupulously in Tianshui Lane, as if no one would let the other go, vowing to burn all the wildfires in their hearts into the spring breeze.

The Linghua Pavilion and the like were forgotten.

What was also forgotten was the cramped little bed that Pei Gong had disliked countless times.

He carried Fang Cenxi back to the house, and "made it up" for another night.

In the dead of night, Fang Cenxi woke up with his pillow on Pei Gong's arm.

Pei Gong also comforted him firmly: "Brother, brother, don't be afraid..."

"Hang that parrot on the eaves..."

People who are used to flaunting freely on weekdays are now clumsily speaking small tunes to coax children.

Fang Cenxi suddenly found it funny, but before the corners of his eyes could be bent down, he turned around as if he had remembered something, and asked with a voice full of frustration: "I fell asleep and trembled again?"

"Yeah." Pei Gong patted Fang Cenxi's back lightly, with a slight smile on his lips, "Don't be afraid, Cen Xi. Don't be afraid, I'll block you, there will be no more blood."

"They made fake military planes, and they made one unjust case after another."

"Even if Fan Tianhe has committed suicide, I can still dig, it doesn't matter, if I try to find a way, I will definitely, I will find out soon."

Fang Cenxi pursed the corner of his lower lip.

Since someone can do these things, they will definitely try to hide the truth.

He has spent more than ten years, how can he find out the result so easily now?

Fang Cenxi buried himself in Pei Gong's arms and closed his eyes again.

No matter how resolute and scheming he is now, in Pei Gong's place, he seems to have always been the child hiding behind the sand piles of Jianzhou city towers.

He sighed softly, and suddenly opened his mouth slowly, taking the initiative to talk about the most secretive topics.

"Jianrang, in the past ten years, I have been bloodied by murder and saved lonely lives. When I was in Jianzhou, I was so humble that I was trampled on the soles of my feet. In the Thirteenth Division, I was afraid to play tricks."

"I'm not afraid of the scheming of the most vicious villains, nor the dangers of the mountains of swords and seas of fire. I am a person who can stand on my own."

As he said that, he laughed like self-deprecating: "But it turned out that I just thought I could let go of everything, and I thought I was a person in charge of my own affairs."

"In the dead of night, as a grown-up, why do I still miss my parents? Why do I still miss them hugging me and talking softly like before?"

Fang Cenxi's thin lips parted: "Dali Temple has endless files, and the thirteen divisions have internal guards who are covetous. Even if I forget to eat and sleep, study and study all night, and win the third place in the top class, Tan Hualang, I will not be able to do this in my life." It may be ordered to Hanlin, and it is even more impossible to enter the cabinet."

"Jian Rang, I'm really tired."

"I wish I had parents too."

Pei Gong hugged Fang Cenxi's hand unconsciously and slowly tightened it.

He rubbed against Fang Cenxi's ear: "My Cen Xi is not a copper pea popping out of a stone."

"Thinking of relatives is a natural human feeling, and I will, and everyone will."

"Prefect Fang and Mrs. Fang must be the best parents in the world. They taught you so well, and even sent you to my side. If they are not worth thinking about, then whose turn should it be?"

"My Cen Xi is the best boy in the world, did you hear that?"

Fang Cenxi gently hugged Pei Gong and hugged his arm.

Little by little, what emerged in his mind was the continuous years before the Japanese Invasion in Jianzhou.

"My father never hits me, and he never says serious things at home."

"He often does business in the government office, and he doesn't go home after leaving the office. My mother asked me to look for him in the government office, and he softly called me 'Nanzi', and asked me to drink peanut soup with a copper coin."

"Jian Rang..." Fang Cenxi suddenly picked up the topic while talking, and called Pei Gong softly.

"What?" Pei Gong stroked Fang Cenxi's cheek, "I'm here."

Fang Cenxi just smiled and shook her head, and lightly kissed Pei Gong's lips.

"No, nothing."

"I still feel a little headache, go to bed earlier."

"It's fine, why do you have a headache?" Pei Gong arched his fingers to help Fang Cenxi rub it slowly for a while, "Is it better?"

"Hmm..." Fang Cenxi's voice was sleepy, obviously tired.

Pei Gong put his arms around the man again and lay down.

He didn't know if Fang Cenxi was tired, but he always felt that Fang Cenxi's reaction tonight was slightly abnormal.

But seeing Fang Cenxi's peaceful sleeping face, Pei Gong still didn't want to disturb her any more.

He thought it was best to just worry too much.