The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Chapter 112 Wen Ruo

The two walked hand in hand along the river all the way west, and there was silence all around.

This wasn't the direction home. Clearly, Pei Jinzhi was taking her back to the Pei Mansion. Sang Wan hesitated, "But I haven't told my mother yet..."

"Li Jiu has already sent someone to inform my mother-in-law."

Sang Wan's face flushed. "Pei Jinzhi, what are you yelling about? Your promise to me is invalid. We're getting a divorce. Don't scare my mother. She's timid."

What's more, Sang's mother believed that Pei Jinzhi was the murderer of Sang Jun, so how could she be willing to accept this marriage?

"When the time comes, we will divorce."

Pei Jinzhi ignored her and asked seriously in the moonlight, "Is the poison in your hair?"

Sang Wan pursed her lips and told the truth: "I guessed right."

The reason why she provoked Lady Jianing in every possible way was to let her touch her hair, causing the powder to enter her nasal cavity and cause an attack soon after.

Pei Jinzhi understood: "Last time you paralyzed me with poison, I carefully considered that you must have infused the poison into your hair. You do have talent. But will doing this harm yourself?"

"I thought you were going to bring up the past." Sang Wan was a little surprised. His concern was very special. "Wash your hair in time. It won't hurt yourself."

"That's good." Pei Jinzhi was relieved. "Poison doctors and poison doctors are inseparable, so why don't you learn medicine?"

She knows about herbs and how to use poisons. If she studies medicine seriously, she will definitely be a promising person in the future.

"I just thought..." She sighed softly, "I'm just dull, forget it."

How to study medicine when you are controlled by others.

Pei Jinzhi saw that she was in a low mood and guessed some of the reasons.

He changed the topic again: "Your handkerchiefs are embroidered very well. Why don't you open an embroidery workshop?"

Sang Wan smiled with dimples, which looked quite desolate in the night, and her voice trembled a little: "How can we open an embroidery workshop when our family is broke? You must be joking, my Lord."

"I'll take care of the money. Just tell me whether you want it or not." Pei Jinzhi's heart tightened.

He seemed overly enthusiastic tonight, trying his best to find a way out for Sang Wan, which made her a little confused about his thoughts.

Was he trying to get rid of her? Was he really worried that she would cling to him?

Sang Wan thought of many possibilities in an instant, and these thoughts made her somewhat unhappy.

She is not some random person who can be arranged around by others at any time.

"My Lord, you don't have to worry about me. Fengshui Town is rich, and I can support my family with a little business. Look at the old lady selling pancakes at the east end of the street. She's almost seventy, and she still carries a load on her shoulders and sells pancakes. We ordinary people can make a living, unlike you rich people who have to be picky about everything we do."

The words were a bit harsh. Pei Jinzhi wanted to refute, but swallowed it back and just said, "Okay."

Sang Wan felt a little guilty. After all, his original intention was for her own good and he had no ill intentions.

She looked up at him rubbing his forehead and couldn't help but reach out to rub it for him: "Still having a headache?"

Pei Jinzhi's clenched heart instantly became lively again, and even his eyes became much warmer: "It still hurts sometimes."

Sang Wan felt distressed when she heard this. She pulled his neck and brought his head closer. She used both hands to massage the acupuncture points on his forehead, muttering to herself:

"You have to be careful. There are so many people who want to kill you. Don't go out so late next time."

Sang Wan looked around and saw that he didn't even bring a guard with him, which made her even more worried.

"At least take Li Jiu with you. At worst, Xiao Shun can follow. How can you go alone? The Imperial City Division and the Tianxuan Sect are not pushovers. What should you do if you run into them? How about I get you some poison? If they get close to you, just spray it..."

Pei Jinzhi stared at him, with sparks in his eyes: "Are you worried about me?"

"Of course." Sang Wan exhaled, unconsciously with a hint of anger: "I saved your life with great difficulty, please don't die."

If he dies, the bad guys will get what they want, which is not good.

"Wanwan." He called her name again, seductively and in a low voice: "I won't die."

Sang Wan blushed and reminded him shyly, "Don't call me that."

It sounds itchy, like a kitten's paw gently scratching the palm of your hand, soft and tingling.

Pei Jinzhi chuckled softly, then leaned close to her ear and called "Wanwan" a few times. What was even more terrible was that he insisted on tripping her little face to prevent her from hiding.

"You can call me Wenruo, that's my courtesy name."

His cold brows gradually melted, he took Sang Wan's hand and wrote these two words on her palm.

Each stroke moves with the fingertips, as if plucking a six-string guitar. It is another endless rain, dripping heavily, falling densely in the heart.

These two words were like fire, branded into the palm of her hand.

"The name Confucius gave me when I was first enlightened. It means: to use literature to carry the truth, and to use martial arts to stabilize the country; to be a talent who can assist the king."

"Your teacher has high hopes for you." Sang Wan sighed.

Pei Jinzhi is a talented person who can assist the king. If he had not been injured or poisoned, he would be no less talented than Baili Xi now.

A man as handsome and extraordinary as him can naturally hold a high position in the government through his literary talent, and can also lead troops to protect the country through his military talent.

What a pity, what a pity.

Sang Wan's eyes felt a little sore and swollen, and she felt sad for him.

Why would the government kill such a person? Wouldn't it be better to let him serve the country in the court?

She didn't understand politics, and was afraid that Pei Jinzhi would find out and make him sad, so she deliberately raised her head and pointed to the sky: "Ah, look, the moon is so round today."

Pei Jinzhi didn't look up at the moon, but leaned over to look at her.

Their eyes met, their dark pupils reflecting each other's shadows: "Wanwan, are you feeling sorry for me?"

"You should have been a talented person who could assist the king." Sang Wan felt deeply regretful.

She should say sorry to Pei Jinzhi on behalf of Sang Jun and Tianxuanmen.

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back.

If apologies were useful, why would there be so much hatred and resentment in the world?

Everyone wants a pill to regret, but praying to God or asking Buddha is useless. They still live a life wanting to die, just to stay alive.

The dead don’t even have the chance to regret, while the living have to bear the guilt and repent for the rest of their lives.

Sang Wan even wondered, if Sang Jun were alive and saw Pei Jinzhi, would he regret it? Would he feel sorry?

Of course he will. He is such a righteous man. He will definitely like Pei Jinzhi like she does.

Although he was always cold, she could see the warm heart hidden beneath his skin.

She felt distressed and wished she could repay Sang Jun for everything he owed him.

Pei Jinzhi looked at her deeply, as if trying to contain her shadow in his eyes. His gaze was deep and his eyes were shining:

"Life is about being a king's assistant, and so is being an idler. All one's life is spent with oneself; no matter where one is, one is alone."

Is it loneliness? Sang Wan stared at him in a daze.

His words were light, but they revealed an indescribable loneliness and sadness. This sadness covered Sang Wan like a dome, and sorrow involuntarily emerged from every pore; she heard the sound of waves hitting the rocks, and she saw the lonely figure standing between heaven and earth.

He clearly has everything, yet it seems like he has nothing.

He was alone. And he is now.

Sang Wan couldn't help but raise her hand, wanting to rub away the thick clouds between his brows.

As her fingertips just touched his brow, Pei Jinzhi took a breath, lowered his head, and put his face in her palm.

They were so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

But even though they were so close and so affectionate, Sang Wan found that he quickly put away the warm mist in his eyes and put on a cold outer layer, suddenly erecting an invisible wall that separated them very far apart.

Pei Jinzhi let go of Sang Wan's hand and calmed down:

"Tomorrow I'll have Li Jiu take you and your mother to Yangzhou. There's a two-story house there with a courtyard where you can grow medicinal herbs. Since you don't like Bai Shi, I'll have the best doctor in Yangzhou teach you medicine, okay?"

Sang Wan was stunned, her hands stopped in mid-air, completely confused about what he meant: "Why should I go to Yangzhou?"

"No reason, Fengshui Town is not safe." He didn't say much.

"But my brother, sister-in-law, and nephew are all here. I can't leave."

She couldn't leave, Tianxuanmen wouldn't let her go so easily.

"Then I will ask someone to find Sang Daqing, and then you can take them with you." Pei Jinzhi was very determined.

Sang Wan bit her tongue lightly: "Are you afraid that Princess Jianing will retaliate against me?"

Pei Jinzhi didn't answer, but just reached out and rubbed her head, avoiding her eyes.

"I'm not afraid. If she dares to retaliate against me, I will poison her to death next time."

Seeing that she was unmoved, Pei Jinzhi said in a cold voice, "You keep poisoning this and that. How many heads do you think you have?"

Sang Wan got angry when she heard this. If he hadn't suddenly appeared tonight, Princess Jianing would have been a corpse by now. What was she afraid of revenge?

I really don't know whether Pei Jinzhi is protecting her or Princess Jianing.

When she thought of this, her heart ached, and her tone was as hard as stone: "What do you care! I won't leave. We are even, and I won't implicate you."

He stomped his feet and ran towards the west wing without looking back.

Pei Jinzhi reached out and grabbed nothing: "Hey you..."

A low laugh came from the darkness, and Li Jiu jumped out from somewhere.

"Master, you have to coax girls."

Pei Jinzhi was annoyed and left in a huff: "Whoever wants to coax me can do it."

No wonder the book says that only women and villains are difficult to raise. How could anyone be like her, changing her attitude as easily as turning the pages of a book?

When did he ever say that he was afraid of getting her into trouble? He was doing this for her own good. Couldn't he hear it?

Pei Jinzhi was so angry that he had no place to vent.

"You've already given away your hairpin, and you're still quarreling with Grandma." Li Jiu laughed, "Isn't this an opportunity for Lord Baili to poach you?"

The rare colored jade material was only used to carve a hairpin. Wow, what a masterpiece.

Just designing the hairpin style, the prince had worn out a lot of paper, and it took him several days to finalize it, not to mention he even locked himself in the room to polish it, it really put a lot of thought into it. In all these years, this was the first time Li Jiu had seen Pei Jinzhi so attentive.

It can be seen that Sang Wan is different in his heart.

Pei Jinzhi finally found a target to vent his anger on: "Stop talking so much, go get that handkerchief back from Baili Xi."

Li Jiu followed behind and slapped his own mouth:

"I blame myself for being too talkative! Master, his kung fu is no weaker than mine, and now he's chewing on that handkerchief day and night. How can I possibly get it?"

"Find a way yourself!" Pei Jinzhi felt more and more depressed as he listened: "If I can't get it back, you're the only one who'll blame me."

Li Jiu: ...

Am I the one who has to bear it all again?!