Chapter 124: birthday gift
The fireworks are fleeting, like flowers.
Colorful clusters of purple and red flowers bloomed from the distant sky, throwing bright flowing spikes of flowers into the world.
His people are hidden in the flickering fireworks, either bright or dark, with multiple lights and shadows, and their expressions cannot be seen clearly.
Only the silk handkerchief in front of me can be seen clearly.
The silk handkerchief is a light moon white, and if you look closely at the pattern outlined with silver lines, you can see that it is a majestic eagle. The hand holding the silk handkerchief had distinct joints, was slender and clean, and was not at all as murderous as when he was holding the knife.
Lu Zhen did not take his veil.
Before she could respond, Pei Yunying turned his head, glanced at her, and thrust the handkerchief into Lu Zhuo's hand.
“Take it, Doctor Lu, I have no interest in lying to you.”
Lu Xu lowered his head.
The wound on the finger touched the soft cloth, and the blood mixed with the dirt immediately stained the entire veil. The soaring eagle was crumpled into a ball and immediately became embarrassed and wrinkled, looking a bit pitiful.
In the hazy night, Pei Yunying knelt down and picked up the fragments of the porcelain jars that had been thrown all over the floor.
“What are you doing?” Lu Yan’s eyes were alert.
“Doctor Lu,” he reminded, “the look in your eyes now makes it seem like I was the one who just wanted to kill someone and silence you.”
Lu Zhuo was speechless for a moment.
Pei Yunying picked up the broken pieces of porcelain one by one and put them aside. He then reached out to pick up the yellow mud on the ground. Yellow mud was scattered everywhere, mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which jar was which.
He picked it up a few times, and his expression gradually became silent. After a while, he said: "Sorry."
Lu Zhen said nothing.
She could not set up memorial tablets in the mourning hall openly to avoid leaking clues, so she could only bring the graves and rivers all the way back to the medical center to worship them. There is no tablet, no tomb, and on the grounds of the statue of Guanyin in white, fragrant oil and candles are worshiped every day and held in homage during every year and festival.
This is all she can do.
But now, everything is shattered into pieces and reduced to nothing.
The young man's voice came from the side: "If you need it, I'll help you find it again."
Looking for it again?
He spoke so calmly and naturally that Lu Zhen couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at him.
The young man was still half-kneeling on the ground, and his robe caught some stains when it brushed against the muddy water on the ground, but he didn't pay attention. The handsome side face was reflected by the fireworks outside the window, blurry and soft. When he lowered his head to pick up the mud, his long eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his expression was particularly serious.
He is like a sword, a powerful and beautiful sword, but at certain moments, people will ignore the sharpness and be confused by the brilliance of the silver sword flowing at that moment.
Lu Yan narrowed his eyes, quietly hid the powder on his sleeve, and asked: "What does the commander-in-chief want to do?"
She didn't understand Pei Yunying's sudden kindness. The time was too short, and she couldn't figure out how fake and how sincere the "sorry" was.
She didn't understand what the man in front of her wanted to do.
Pei Yunying picked up the last piece of loess, put it into a small piece of white porcelain that had not been completely broken, and then stood up.
The wick is unaware of the storm and still burns quietly. He looked at Lu Chen and said in his usual tone of casualness, "I don't think I know anything about the Lu family."
Lu Zhen's heart moved.
Does he mean... not to investigate?
Lu Zhuo stared at him: "I thought the palace commander was here tonight to ask questions."
She came well prepared, Lu Zhen could see clearly. When he questioned her with the name list written on it, the coldness and chill radiating around him was not an illusion.
He was simply a detective who came to arrest her.
Pei Yunying smiled and reached out to push open the flower window in front of the table. The colorful light and shadow of the fireworks became even bigger, illuminating the small house.
He looked at the brilliant fireworks in the distant sky and said, "I originally wanted to, but isn't tonight New Year's Eve?"
Lu Zhuo was startled.
"Arresting people on New Year's Eve..." He turned his head and stared at Lu Yan with a smile: "I'm not that unkind."
Lu Zong looked at him, trying to discern the truth of his words.
As if seeing the doubt in her heart, Pei Yunying glanced at her: "Can't you trust me?"
"No."
“Really?” He tilted his head: “You’re not going to write my name on the paper again secretly, are you?”
Lu Huan: “…”
To be fair, it's not that she doesn't trust Pei Yunying, but that's really not much. People's hearts are fickle, and maybe Pei Yunying suddenly felt compassion at a certain moment, but as the commander of the palace front department and the eldest son of Duke Zhaoning, he might change his mind after calming down.
"Don't get it wrong. Even if you can really kill me, as long as it's stained with my blood, Gardenia will find it when you come. Let alone bury me in the yard." His tone was relaxed, as if he was not talking about killing people and burying corpses. It's like hiding some snacks. He bent down and picked up the page full of names that had just been blown to the ground by the sword wind.
The thin rolled paper is like a light fallen leaf, flying into the flames of the oil lamp, and the black traces are instantly turned into ashes.
“You really don’t want to hand it over to Dali Temple?” he suggested again.
Lu Zhen's heart that had just relaxed a little tightened immediately, and he said coldly: "No."
“I don’t want to hear their pretentious apology.”
The justice obtained by today’s laws is really insignificant. A capital crime can become a living crime, and a living crime can gradually become innocent. Even if the truth comes out, Lu Zhun will never believe that the Taishi Mansion will let Qi Yutai lose his life. It's just some innocuous punishment on the face, compensate her some money, and maybe pretend to cry bitterly in front of her door to truly repent.
It's really disgusting.
Pei Yunying looked at her thoughtfully.
Lu Zhuo stood in the mess on the ground, with a lot of mud stains on his dress, and his braid was messed up when he argued with him just now, so he simply took off the silk rope, and his black hair hung down like a waterfall, making his shoulders look even longer. Weak.
A weak woman who wants to deal with the high-ranking Grand Master in the imperial city is like a mayfly shaking a tree or a mantis' arm acting like a chariot.
But Lu Yan was by no means as weak as he seemed on the surface. Many people died at her hands. Just like when she was in the room just now, she leaned closer and whispered, her eyes were full of intelligence. If it weren't for the intuition of danger at that moment that made him draw the sword, now, really Maybe it will become a bunch of fresh flower mud under the plum blossom tree.
He fully believed that the three words "Pei Yunying" appeared on that piece of paper because once he blocked her path of revenge, he would become her next enemy. Like Liu Kun, Fan Zhenglian, and Ke Chengxing, they were quietly removed by her.
She is by no means weak.
Pei Yunying suddenly said: "Miss Lu San."
This title made Lu Zhuo startled: "What?"
"I haven't been here tonight, and you haven't seen me either." He looked away and looked out the window, his tone seeming to contain some kind of warning, "I will not protect you in the future."
This is to draw a clear line, implying that if her incident comes to light in the future on the way to revenge, Pei Yunying will not take advantage of the past friendship online.
Lu Zhen smiled faintly: "I am very grateful that the Commander-in-Chief can take such a step back."
This is not a lie.
She originally thought that one person would definitely die between her and Pei Yunying tonight, but that was not correct, maybe two people would die. But if Yin Zheng wakes up tomorrow and opens the door to see the New Year's tragedy, she will probably faint. And Renxin Medical Center is known as a haunted house. Du Changqing's ancestral business, which he finally rebuilt with great difficulty, will probably plummet again. .
She thought about these nonsensical things, and she seemed to find them extremely ridiculous, and she couldn't help but laugh.
The fireworks scattered outside the courtyard shone on her face, and her smile was actually a bit touching.
Pei Yunying also saw that smile.
He looked at her deeply and said, "You..." He wanted to say something, but changed his mind. Finally, he lowered his eyes and said in an unclear tone, "Forget it, you can figure it out yourself."
Lu Zhen turned around. He had sheathed his sword, opened the door and walked out.
Lu Zhen was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, and suddenly saw that he was still holding the silk handkerchief given by Pei Yunying in his hand. The silver eagle on it was crumpled and curled up into a ball, and red flowers stained the wings of the eagle with blood. Just as she was about to ask Pei Yunying to return the veil, she saw the man who had just walked into the yard paused, seemed to remember something, turned around and came back.
Lu Zhen subconsciously clenched his sleeves to apply the poisonous powder.
Perhaps it was during these few steps that Pei Yunying regretted it again. The man's heart was as deep as the bottom of his heart, and the compassion of the powerful was not genuine, as his own future was not as important.
If he came close, she would blind him with poison before killing him.
Pei Yunying stood still in front of her.
Lu Zhen was wary.
The rosewood robe crossed the light of Huaguang in the gorgeous flames outside the window. His eyebrows were also shining, and he looked at her unpredictable and unpredictable.
After a moment, he took out a wooden box from his arms and placed it on the table.
The sandalwood box is only as long as a palm and is made very delicately. The lid of the box is beautifully carved with a picture of Magu offering her birthday.
Lu Zhen didn’t know what it was, so he looked up at him hesitantly.
Pei Yunying rubbed his forehead and heart, and reminded: "Zi Shi has passed, it's Yuan Day."
Lu Zhen was a little confused and didn't understand what he meant.
Pei Yunying looked at her for a while, sighed, as if he finally accepted the fact that she really didn't remember it, threw the wooden box into her arms, and suddenly smiled.
“It’s the first day of the year.” He emphasized again, “Miss Lu San, birthday gift.”
…
The fireworks continue.
The old city wall on West Street, the gray and old brick walls were colorfully reflected by the flames overhead. When Pei Yunying left the medical clinic, the joy of Dechun Terrace had not stopped yet.
The sound of children's laughter occasionally floated in the distance, and the fireworks at Dechun Terrace were going to burn until midnight. Ordinary people can't see the beautiful scenery on weekdays, so they had to enjoy it today.
There is no one on West Street. The boots on the thin snow make a soft rustling sound, which is as refreshing as salt grains and not as sticky as yellow mud.
The grave soil soaked by the river water and full of the scent of incense and candles.
Pei Yunying's footsteps stopped.
In the alley not far ahead, there was a man leaning against the wall. He was looking up at the fireworks at the other end of Dechuntai in the distance. When he heard the noise, the man straightened up and turned around, revealing a stern face.
“What are you doing here?” Pei Yunying asked Xiao Zhufeng and walked towards him.
"Didn't you go to Renxin Medical Center to get someone?" Xiao Zhufeng looked behind him. The long street was empty, only the long shadows in the snow under the lamp.
“Where are the people?”
Pei Yunying was silent.
Xiao Zhufeng also knew about Qing Feng's trip to Changwu County. Lu Zhen's identity and relationship with the Imperial Master's Mansion were no secret to Xiao Zhufeng.
"Can't you do it?" The man nodded understandingly and was about to pass him, "I'll go."
A hand gripped his arm.
“Stop.”
Xiao Zhufeng looked back.
Pei Yunying raised her eyes: "She wants to deal with the Grand Master's Mansion, and it has nothing to do with us."
“The Qi family is useful now, so let her do bad things.”
“What harm could she, a medical woman, do?”
Xiao Zhufeng frowned: "Why don't you do it?"
The bright fireworks illuminate the night sky of Shengjing. Looking up into the distance, one can faintly see the corner of the eaves of Dechun Terrace in the northwest. The young man lowered his head and smiled noncommittally.
“You have to repay your debt of gratitude, right? She saved the lives of her sister and Baozhu.”
“Is it a debt of love or a debt of favor?”
Pei Yunying said "tsk", "Am I the kind of person who will be dazzled by beauty?"
“You praised her beauty.” Xiao Zhufeng accused calmly.
Pei Yunying: “…”
Xiao Zhufeng’s expression turned ugly: “Your Highness is at a critical moment now, if the teacher knows about it…”
Pei Yunying looked at him and smiled: "Good brother?"
Xiao Zhufeng stared at him for a while, then walked past him and said coldly: "I'll just hide it from you this time."
“Thank you.”
The voice became light again.
Xiao Zhufeng left, and Pei Yunying was the only one left in the alley.
The sound of fireworks continues, and there seems to be faint laughter and noise floating in the wind. The smile on the young man's face gradually dissipated, and his expression became calm. He leaned against the cold stone wall of the alley and looked up at the night sky in the distance.
Those colorful colors exploded from the middle of the night, turning into countless twinkling stars. Their brilliance was fleeting, like the warm crystal that fell on the back of a woman's hand.
Soon to be swallowed up by darkness.
He thought of the small statue of Guanyin smashed all over the floor in the narrow medical hall, the fruit and incense candles rolled all over the floor, the grave soil and river water, the blood and the roster.
The woman sat in the darkness, raising her head and letting the blood drip from her fingers.
"Let me tell you what fairness is. Qi Yutai killed my sister, and I killed Qi Yutai. One life is worth one life. This is what is called fairness."
“I don’t need help, I can find justice on my own.”
She was obviously a murderous woman with blood-stained hands and a deep scheming mind. He knew very well that she was not as weak and helpless as she seemed, but at that moment, he still felt untimely sympathy for her.
It seemed as if a messy picture appeared in his mind.
Whose voice echoed in the empty ancestral hall, childish, mournful, accompanied by uncontrollable anger and anger.
"Without the Pei family, without the title of Prince Zhaoning, I can still take revenge."
The young man said coldly: "The days are long, let's wait and see."
Pei Yunying closed her eyes.
All the chaos and noise faded away in an instant, and in front of us was a long and lonely street, covered with white jade and snow.
The cold wind is still biting, and the smoke in the sky is warm and gorgeous. On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, some people closed their homes and had a stove, some people were in cold quilts in ancient temples, some people reunited with their families, and some people were alone.
Pei Yunying looked at the night sky quietly.
Those dazzling silver flowers reflected in his pupils and shattered into countless bright stars in his eyes.
Under the same long flame in Shengjing, people’s laughter and sorrow are never the same.
Just like that moment when he was a child, countless people celebrated the splendid beauty of that moment like raining stars and rivers, but he was moved by a drop of tear among the graves on the ground.
Baozhu: Where is my golden card? Where's the blond card like me? !