Chapter 7 Humble son, gentle as jade
Pei Guard led Jing Wan'er and actually took her directly to the door of the house where she lived before, and when she saw this room, Jing Wan'er's eyes flashed in an instant.
Pei Guard's expression was still so cold and old-fashioned, and he squinted at Jing Wan'er: "Childe said, let you live here." ”
Jing Wan'er unconsciously raised her feet, stepped forward and pushed open the door to enter, this room was clean and spotless, obviously often cleaned.
It was only here that Jing Wan'er finally had an irrepressible complex emotion in her heart.
Here, there are so many memories of the past.
Jing Wan'er reluctantly suppressed her emotions, smiled indifferently, and looked at Pei Guard: "Thank you for me, adult, you have caused trouble to your adult again." ”
Not only is it causing trouble, Jing Wan'er herself feels that what she has brought to Pei Tan is a mess.
Pei Guard stared at the girl's face, he really had a feeling that he couldn't escape his fate, and suddenly slowly spoke: "Childe has always been not good at words, but Childe says less and does more, and I don't know how much effort it took to overturn the case for your Jing family." Several times he walked on the tip of the knife, but Gongzi never frowned. ”
Jing Wan'er was slightly stunned: "Everything that adults have done for Wan'er, Wan'er will naturally remember it for the rest of her life." ”
Pei Guard's expression was a little indescribable, looking at Jing Wan'er, that's it?
Jing Wan'er was also a little surprised and looked at Pei Guard, huh? You must know that Pei County's guard, but he is also a person who is not good at words, why did he suddenly say so many things today?
"You used to cook tea for adults?" Pei Guard didn't have a head and didn't have a brain.
Jing Wan'er looked at him, her lips moved, and she just wanted to say something. Pei Guard's voice rose again, with a bit of a deep voice: "Now in Dali Temple, no one knows how to cook tea, and what adults drink every day is cold spring water." ”
There are a group of old and rough men in Dali Temple, licking blood from the knife edge and being fierce, cooking tea, which is the elegant behavior of large door valves, they will be strange.
Now that the weather is cold, a gust of breeze at night can make people feel like they are skeletal and bone-inspiring, not to mention drinking cold spring water?
Jing Wan'er thought of this, and her eyes moved subconsciously.
But seeing that Pei Guard had already turned around and left, the meteor strode away neatly in a blink of an eye.
Cold Spring Water ......
It was night, and more than a dozen skilled servants guarded Pei Tan's study very strictly. There was a clear figure approaching the study.
They watched that there was a woman walking slowly in the night in Dali Temple, who couldn't even see the hair of a female? The figure walked in steps, smiling, don't be a spirit banshee, right?
When Jing Wan'er got very close, the official woke up like a dream, and immediately shouted: "Stop, you, who are you, dare to approach the adult's study?" Didn't you know this was a forbidden place? ”
In the past, there were many spies in Dali Temple, and since then, Pei Tan's side has easily refused to allow people to approach.
Jing Wan'er looked at these officials, her faces were very unfamiliar, and they were no longer the ones she knew.
After hearing about the prince's case, Pei Tan has changed all the people in Dali Temple, and none of those spies with ulterior motives have been spared. These people who are being sent now are all personally appointed by Zhongzong, and they are officials with clean backgrounds and backgrounds.
Jing Wan'er stood there a little embarrassed for a while, and just exited: "I'm ......"
A soft voice came from the study: "Let her in." ”
The official who blocked him immediately froze, then quickly bowed his head to the study and said, "Yes, my lord." ”
Immediately, the man who stood in the way retreated in silence.
Seeing this, Jing Wan'er pursed her cherry lips slightly, and walked towards the study.
It's just that Yu Guang, the official next to him, stared at Jing Wan'er seriously, and saw clearly that the eyebrows and eyes on that face were clean, and it seemed that ...... It's really an ordinary girl, not a spirit, so I'm a little relieved.
Jing Wan'er walked to the front of the study, raised her hand lightly and pushed, and the door opened. Pei Tan was alone in the study, with a candle on the table, and even Pei's guards did not accompany him.
Pei Tan sat behind the desk, staring at Jing Wan'er fixedly.
Jing Wan'er carried the teapot and smiled: "My lord." ”
A graceful voice, my lord, it is really grateful.
Jing Wan'er walked towards Pei Tan's desk, Pei Tan under the lamp, wearing a loose robe, obviously dressed up to sleep in the study. It was only when Jing Wan'er walked to the table and looked at it that she could see that his collarbone was faintly exposed, showing that he had lost a lot of weight.
Looking at the mountains of files on the desk, you can see why you are thin.
Pei Tan said softly: "Wan'er." ”
Jing Wan'er let herself look away, and there was a slight heat at the base of her ears. "Wan'er...... Wan'er saw the lights on in the adult's study, so she thought about coming and seeing. Unexpectedly, it seems to disturb adults. ”
"Nope." With two faint words, Pei Tan looked at her and said.
Jing Wan'er couldn't help pursing her lips, and then glanced at it, and saw that the tea on his table was really cold.
Jing Wan'er put the teapot down. She can't do anything else for Pei Tan, cook a tea, and she always has her hands on it. "It is deeper and heavier, adults should still pay attention to the body, and it is not appropriate to drink cold tea."
Looking at the teapot she put down, Pei Tancai frowned slightly, and his eyes were fixed on her face: "What are you doing here?" ”
In the past, it was said that she was a palace maid and a slave, but now she is not. How can you still do the work of "serving" people?
Jing Wan'er raised her eyes with a smile: "Don't misunderstand, adults, Wan'er is not here to please adults, it's just this tea...... As soon as it is cooked, it is a pot, Wan'er can't drink a pot alone, since the adults have not slept, they naturally borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and bring them to drink with adults. ”
It's really smooth and right, and there's nothing wrong with it. It's just that you still have to talk to Pei to drink tea?
Pei Tan looked at her, his eyes gradually deepened, but he didn't speak.
Jing Wan'er had already stretched out her hand, naturally took the cup of tea he was drinking from the table in front of Pei Tan, and poured the cold water into the flower pot on the table.
Then he picked up the teapot and filled the cup with a cup of hot water.
The two little hands picked up the cup again, handed a cup of hot tea to Pei Tan's face.
Pei Tan looked at her, slowly stretched out his hand, and took it.
Jing Wan'er's fingers accidentally touched Pei Tan's fingertips, and a trace of warmth and coolness struck her whole body, and as soon as Pei Tan's teacup was taken away, she quickly retracted it.
Pei Tan glanced at her.
Pei Tan's hands are really cold, it seems that what Pei County's guards said is true, in this kind of weather, Pei Tan is still staying up in the middle of the night, and the people who are beaten with iron can't stand it.
Jing Wan'er pulled the corners of her mouth, stared at the file on the table and chuckled: "Is there still many cases in Dali Temple today?" ”
Pei Tan pinched the teacup with his fingers, as if he was savoring the warmth: "Your Majesty instructed that the backlog of old cases in the past should be thoroughly investigated to see if there are any grievances missing." ”
It seems that Zhongzong is really serious. It's just a word from the king, and Pei Tan, who is a courtier, is bitter.
Jing Wan'er couldn't help but glance at Pei Tan again, a case file fell from the desk at this time, Pei Tan was about to pick it up, Jing Wan'er had already bent over: "Wan'er helps adults." ”
As she spoke, she had already picked it up, and looked at the messy table, Jing Wan'er stretched out her hand, put the file on the top, and sorted it out smoothly.
In the past, Jing Wan'er seemed to have done this, she accompanied Pei Tan and flipped through the prince's case and Jing's file for him.
After tidying it up and closing it, she saw Pei Tanding looking at her, Jing Wan'er stiffened slightly, and she felt a little uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, I want to help Pei Tan so habitually, how profound the impact of the past is. It's already in the bone marrow, and I can't help it.
"Why do you ...... Why don't you find a servant girl and serve you? ”
Jing Wan'er spoke softly, in the past, Pei Tan was eyeing the Zhongzong and countless sect gates, with the sword on her back, she could understand that Pei Tan never brought superfluous maidservants by her side, if people felt that Dali Siqing was a delicate and noble son, it would naturally damage the prestige.
But now, the world has been decided, the prince's case has been revealed, Pei Tan is now in a stable position, with authority in his hands, no one in Chang'an dares to touch his edge, and Pei Tan no longer has to be as simple as before.
He is so lonely, just now, Jing Wan'er is outside, and his silhouette can be seen from the window. At that moment, I only felt a stab in my heart.
"I'm used to it." Pei Tan said in a faint voice.
In the past, in the Pei family, servants and maids were crowded, and they could get used to it. Coming to Chang'an alone, walking alone on thin ice, the same is the same, used to it.
Jing Wan'er looked at him in a daze, and suddenly felt sour in her nose.
She buried her head, but a smile forced out of her lips for a while.
As soon as Pei Tan raised his head, he saw the girl laughing, and a rare doubt appeared in his eyes: "What's wrong with you?" "Is there anything ridiculous?
Jing Wan'er's eyes seemed to be flashing with water, and she smiled on her lips: "It's nothing, Wan'er is still the same as before, it is what Wan'er thinks." ”
These words made Pei Tan's eyes freeze for a long time, and he suddenly asked faintly: "What do you think of me as I am." ”
Jing Wan'er was also stunned for a moment, her face froze for a long time, and then she met Pei Tan's deep and secluded gaze, Jing Wan'er suddenly poked her heart a little, bowed her head slightly, and her tone softened, "My lord is in Wan'er's heart...... Yes, with the world in his heart, he has mercy on the common people, and he is also a humble son, gentle as jade......"
Pei Tan looked at the girl who lowered her head, her eyes flashing.
A humble son, gentle as jade.
Such words and sentences are by no means used to describe Dali Siqing in the outside world. The one outside, Chang'an Dali Temple, who has been rumored to be the plague god and plague star.
Jing Wan'er seemed to have calmed down a lot before she dared to raise her head again.
Pei Tan's eyes were a little gentle: "I accept your compliment." ”
Jing Wan'er looked at Pei Tan's lips, faintly bringing up the arc, maybe it was the position of Dali Siqing, which required him to have majesty, he almost couldn't laugh, but at this time, just an arc had made his whole person, really like a warm jade, as if there was a soft light.
Jing Wan'er said in a low voice: "Wan'er is not a compliment, what Wan'er said should also be what everyone who has really been close to and understood about adults thinks in their hearts." ”
Pei Tan pursed his thin lips, but who said that he was a humble son, gentle as jade, maybe speaking of the Pei Tan who was still in the Pei family in Guanzhong many years ago, it can be called. Today, in the eyes of others, can Dali Siqing be such an image?
Thinking of the outside, when I saw the plague god, I retreated, and I was just talking about Pei's color change.
Seeing the curvature of his lips, fleeting, and back to a faint appearance, Jing Wan'er's biting lip tightened a little more, and she couldn't help but say slowly: "Wan'er was once fortunate to be able to be by the side of adults every day, and she thinks that she is the one who can see adults most clearly." ”
In the dim shadows, the girl's gaze, the trace of mist, deepened.