Mrs. Pei lay lazily on the gums, the room was filled with incense, and the steaming heat of the earth dragon pressed down on her skin urgently. Pei Wen frowned in his heart, but he shouted with a smile on his face: "Where are you going to play today?" ”

Mrs. Pei had a bright appearance, and she was not in a hurry to speak when she saw her son coming in, surrounded by three or four beautiful maids, wearing shoes and socks, and helped her to the mirror, carefully drawing her eyebrows, and then asked lazily: "Gong'er wants to go out to play, afraid that I will trap you?" ”

Pei Wen Zigong, the Wen character was taken by his father, and the word was given by his maternal grandfather. Since he had words, his mother no longer called him Pei Wen, only Pei Gong.

He did make an appointment for a poetry meeting, and he was just going to take Chu Song away, so he asked him to compose poems and drink, and he still had some expectations when he thought about it. Mrs. Pei said that she was in her mind, but she didn't dodge, she stepped forward to replace the maid with a smile, picked out a flower for Mrs. Pei, put it on her forehead, took a closer look, and said: "Although I don't have any great talent, I will inevitably join in the fun just by drinking." If you have wine to drink, how can you not go? - Oh, I don't have to pick this Huadian, A-Niang naturally looks good with everything. ”

Mrs. Pei smiled, but what she said made Pei Wen feel shocked.

"I see if you're drinking or not, but it's true that you're good-looking - I heard you found a little guy yesterday? Isn't it beautiful? ”

Pei Wen's hand in his sleeve was clenched, but a pretended meaningful smile appeared on his face, "It's not beautiful, it's just fun, if A-Niang likes it, give it to A-Niang." ”

"Hmph." Mrs. Pei seemed to be relieved at this time, and said faintly: "I still don't understand your temperament, where are you willing to use it for me?" I'm not unusual. ”

She didn't even have the heart to see the little guy, she just wanted to beat Pei Wen, don't be too concerned about a plaything, "If you love to play, there are also young ladies in Beijing who don't care about these things, and A-Niang can help you marry back; Even if she cares, she can't help what she says when she marries into our Pei family. The maid tied her hair, and accidentally moved so hard that she glared at her fiercely, so frightened that she fell to her knees at once. The other maid went up and tied her hair in a good way, ignoring the maid who was kneeling on the ground. Mrs. Pei then continued: "As long as you don't make any more things like the death of an engaged girl falling off a horse, whatever you play." ”

Pei Wen was silent.

Chu Songluo left, and he looked for him for a long time. So much so that the matchmaker said that he was kissing, but he felt unpleasant to see any young lady. There was nothing to say on the face, so he did everything he could to destroy the marriage in private, and even after two years of the twenty crown ceremony, he still had no wife and concubine.

Mrs. Pei had already straightened out her appearance, walked to the door with the maid, and added, "I went to the temple today to ask the scriptures, and if Gong'er wants to go out, she can go out." ”

Pei Wen promised: "I know." ”

The subordinates couldn't enter the house, Chu Songluo stood outside the door, but he could hear the movement inside clearly. When Mrs. Pei came out, the people hurriedly bowed their heads and saluted. Chu Songluo also saluted, but a bright red skirt appeared in his field of vision, and Mrs. Pei looked at him scrutinically, "Raise your head." ”

Chu Songluo raised his head as he said, "The servant is afraid." ”

He wasn't worried that Madame Pei would recognize him—she was arrogant and never took anything to heart. When the first emperor was still in power, the harem wife banquet, Chu Songluo, the biological mother of the body, was already lingering on the sickbed, so it was absolutely impossible for Mrs. Pei to recognize Chu Songluo. She saw that although Chu Songluo was handsome, his clothes were unbearable, his palms were calloused, and he deliberately made a calm attitude, so she felt that this person was just making a different appearance from ordinary people in order to treat Gong'er differently, but Er'er.

Mrs. Pei left, and Pei Wen hurriedly came out of the house, "Chu...... Kizo! ”

He bit his lower lip and seemed ashamed to ask, "You...... You okay? ”

His lips were red, his teeth were white, and Chu Song felt his throat dry when he saw it. The advantage of using a whip is that there is no need for direct physical contact, so Chu Songluo can also have more room for enjoyment.

After the servant Mu San was a good man, he was reduced to a servant, but he did not lose his character, Xiao Langjun asked him so, he should have nodded and said no more.

However, Chu Songluo is Pei Xiaolangjun's master.

His voice was extremely low and hoarse, and there were rolling black clouds suppressed in his eyes: "It turns out that when the servant is away, Xiao Langjun often goes out to play with others?" ”

Pei Wen was shocked by his expressionless appearance, but he felt that he was the master outside, so he ignored him, looked away uncomfortably, and called Qingjin Qingkui to take the lead out of the courtyard.

Chu Songluo followed obediently like a real servant, he stared at Pei Wen's back with his spare eyes, and he couldn't quite understand why he had become dependent on himself, but he didn't love himself. All the time like this, Chu Songluo was never able to eat him in his stomach.

Besides, Pei Wen's serious cp in the original book, He Zhiren, is about to appear at this afternoon's poetry meeting.

***

Not to mention that he is a cold man.

There are disputes among the group lords, and the right to speak in the court often does not even have the emperor's share, not to mention the so-called imperial examination, which allows ordinary people to go to the lobby to make speeches. It's just that there are also people who study from humble backgrounds, and scholars are poor scholars, so they naturally have to ask for shelter from the rich family, and be a doorman in order to make a living. Not to mention that it is Pei Wen's cousin Pei Ze's doorman - of course he is talented, but he is full of wealth, and he is not as good as a good skin in front of a group of noble children, so Pei Ze naturally takes a fancy to his face.

It's just that He is arrogant and arrogant, and he is proud of his talents, Pei Ze hinted at him several times, but He Zhiren either refused or ignored him and rejected him. No matter how much Pei Ze liked this face, he couldn't help but feel angry, so he pulled a few fox friends and pretended to form a poetry club, deliberately trying to tease He Zhiyan and rub his sharpness.

The screen was erected early in the Crane Pavilion, and the earth dragon was lit, waiting for the little Langjun of all families to come here. Pei Ze was the master, standing in the lead to greet guests, and there was a white-clothed scholar standing behind him, who didn't say much. That's all there is to it.

Pei Wen stepped forward and greeted Pei Ze; Although Pei Ze is also a member of the Pei family, he is obese, his face is full of fat, and his facial features are so squeezed that they lose their shape, so naturally he can't see any literati elegance. This person is full of poetry and wine, which can really make people laugh off their big teeth. The slit-like eyes looked Chu Songluo up and down, and said with a smile: "Big brother used to like people like this--still fresh?" ”

Pei Wen also smiled, "What, you still think you have few people?" ”

"Neither nor not!" Pei Ze gave him a knowing look, and said with a smile: "Big brother has tasted it, I'll taste it again, wouldn't it be more flavorful?" ”

Pei Wen's nerves tensed, and he secretly glanced at Chu Songluo, lest he would lose a little tenderness if he was unhappy, so he no longer paid attention to Pei Ze's words and took Chu Song into the pavilion.

Chu Songluo was not annoyed by Pei Ze's words.

The most important strength in the world lies in self-knowledge, and Chu Songluo knows very well what kind of existence he is.

"World" is a kind of existence. "Human" is also a kind of existence. Chu Songluo is a fusion of these two unstable dìngs, and he can no longer be defined by life and death, nor can he become a human being. Each "world" is like a cell, countless cells do not have their own independent consciousness, and all the cells combine to form an incomparably large unknown organism, which exists steadily for a certain purpose. For the sake of its own stability, this huge creature decided to kill the alien Chu Songluo - but this was not the goal of its all-out efforts, so Chu Songluo could lurk in every "cell", attack the core of the "cell", and devour the power of the entire "cell".

If you have to say, Chu Songluo thinks that he is the cancer of this huge creature.

It must not be wiped out. It must not be assimilated.

Even if he wasn't human, even if he was just a lone monster, he would go on for a long time.

After a long and uncountable amount of time, Chu Songluo had become accustomed to adjusting his emotional distribution - the most important thing was to become strong, and the rest of the things were irrelevant. In order not to be numb and lose his purpose, he must force himself, convince himself over and over again, to conquer someone, to make someone fall in love with him, and the process is hedonistic and pleasant.

But he can't give any affection. Relative to the long road, his feelings are precious and rare. If he squanders along the way, he will quickly lose himself and become a complete idiot.

This kind of love, which is named "like", is highly toxic to Chu Songluo.

- He just wants to have fun.

Without saying a word, he stepped up the steps and looked at each other.

In just a moment, he quickly looked away and walked into the pavilion.

***

Pei Ze actually said such shameless and obscene words blatantly, not to mention that his face couldn't help but turn pale, but seeing Chu Songluo, who they were discussing, his face was expressionless, as if he noticed his gaze, which happened to be opposite his eyes.

It's so cold that it seems like a frozen winter. An indescribable sense of loneliness and oppression made him almost forget to breathe.

Some kind of stirring emotion made him lose his mind for a moment, and when he looked at it again, Chu Songluo had already looked away, as if he was an ordinary subordinate, and he no longer had that kind of momentum.

-- like a knife in a sheath.

That is the look that He Zhiyan will never forget in his life.