Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Cave House
I didn't avoid Pei Heng's gaze again this time, and nodded firmly.
In a whirlwind, I was picked up and put on the bed by Pei Heng.
The curtains fell, and the wedding clothes and jewelry were sprinkled all over the ground.
It wasn't until Pei Heng fell asleep that I opened my eyes and traced the contours of Pei Heng's eyebrows and eyes over and over again.
Pei Heng actually doesn't look like Pei Shuo.
Since I was a child, my father has asked me to have a good relationship with Pei Shuo and Pei Heng.
Even though he is already the prime minister, he still feels uneasy, so he wants to continue to maintain the glory of the Song family by marriage.
Compared with Pei Shuo, who is a little bit more proficient in Wen Taowu, Pei Heng is much inferior.
But I just got moved by Pei Heng.
Like all men and women who are just starting to fall in love, we sent love notes to each other, boated on the lake, and even made lifelong vows without knowing what to do.
Later, in the Jinluan Palace, the emperor gave me and Pei Shuo a marriage in front of the two of them.
I thanked for accepting the order, and I didn't dare to look at Pei Heng at all.
Later, he blocked me in the back garden: "Rujun, you tell me that it is not your will, I will find a way......
"Courtiers are voluntary." I hurriedly interrupted Pei Heng's words.
Facing Pei Heng's incredulous gaze, I took off the hairpin in my hair and put it on Pei Heng's hand: "This kind of hairpin with rough workmanship, the courtiers have never liked it."
The hairpin was made by Pei Heng himself, but I can't keep it.
"Song Rujun, what do you mean?" The hairpin was held in the palm of Pei Heng's hand, and it was almost crushed.
I smiled, "Don't you know that Prince Heng is a little similar to Prince Shuo. Lord Shuo is always too busy, and the courtiers always have to find something to talk about to comfort, what do you say?"
"Song Rujun!" The hairpin was pinched off by Pei Hengsheng, "You are good."
Pei Heng was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, and he threw off his sleeves angrily and left the back garden.
After a while, I slowly squatted down, picked up the two hairpins that Pei Heng threw on the ground, and couldn't stop smashing tears on the bluestone slab.
My father chose Pei Shuo, so I can't have the slightest involvement with Pei Heng.
Pei Heng can't save me, and he can't save the people around me.
But I didn't expect to go around and around, and finally married Pei Heng.
"Have you seen enough?" Pei Heng didn't know when he woke up, and opened his eyes slowly, his eyes full of emotions that I couldn't understand.
"Song Rujun, have you found Pei Shuo's shadow in me?"
I was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly opened my eyes: "The prince is the prince, how can there be the shadow of others?"
"Really?" Pei Heng pinched my chin inexplicably, forcing me to look at him directly, "Then what are you missing?"
I hooked the corners of my mouth: "Perhaps, the concubine is nostalgic for the candle night in the cave room with the prince."
Pei Heng shook off my face as if his hands were hot: "Hasn't Miss Song always been dignified? How can it be the habits of these Qinglou women?"
My expression froze, and I quickly recovered as before, leaned out a white arm, and slowly stroked Pei Heng's face: "Qinglou, the concubine has been there."
Pei Heng grabbed my hand violently: "What did you say? You say it again."
"Didn't the prince misunderstand something?" I pretended to be surprised and raised my eyebrows, "It's just that one of the concubine's maids was once sold to the Qinglou, and she was killed by humiliation, and the concubine took care of the friendship of the master and servant, and went to collect her body in person."
Only then did Pei Heng let go of my hand: "It's this king who misunderstood, how could Song Xiang be willing to throw the chips used to climb the dragon and the phoenix to a place like the Qinglou."
I didn't refute Pei Heng's words, in my father's eyes, everyone is a bargaining chip.
However, I did stay in the Qinglou and was sent in by my father himself.