In the previous life, she had never heard of this book, and it was not circulated among the people, but this book was indeed in line with the season when she and Pei Yichen first met in the previous life, but it was also the point of meeting during the Lantern Festival.

The handwriting on the script was slapping her face hard, how she trusted someone she shouldn't trust, and let others push her into hell.

Thinking of this, Song Xuqing's hands and feet were cold, and the teacup with residual heat couldn't warm his palm, "He has always been Pei Yichen's person, if I can marry into the East Palace, his career will definitely be prosperous, and no one will trouble the princess's brother, even if he is just a cousin." ”

Whether it was in the previous life or in this life, Song Huaian wanted to use her good reputation to push her into the East Palace.

How many of the marriage decrees were his handwriting!

Pei Muyao's slender knuckles tapped lightly on the tea table, making a speculative sound, "If I guessed correctly, it was Song Huai'an who mentioned the marriage with you." ”

Song Suqing wiped away the tears that had accumulated in her eyes again, and raised her head to prevent it from flowing, "I don't want to marry into the East Palace, and at the same time guess that Pei Yichen will not choose a concubine in the companion reading, so I handed the roster to the palace, but I didn't expect the second ......" She paused and changed her words, "Song Huai'an wanted to send me to the East Palace, and he came to the door after learning my idea." ”

Pei Muyao's eyes narrowed slightly when she heard this, as if she wanted to peek into her heart through those clear eyes, Song Suqing had been vague in the previous few attempts, this was the first time she bluntly said that she didn't want to marry into the East Palace.

He asked, "Why not." ”

Song Suqing pursed her lips in a daze, took a sip of tea, the warm water stinged her dry throat, and she didn't know how long it took, she raised her eyes and looked straight into Pei Muyao's eyes, and said, "I'll die." ”

After a pause, she repeated, "Marry him and I'll die." ”

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Chapter 28: Hell

(Scared?) )

Pei Muyao frowned slightly, and a strange feeling of 'absurdity' welled up in his heart.

He sat up slightly upright, his eyes staring at the person in front of him without blinking, trying to find a hint of temptation and ridicule in her eyes.

However, as time passed, the delicate and small face was especially full of calm, and the ten fingers holding the coffee table were pressed to the point of paleness, calm and with a hint of imperceptible trepidation, as if it had really happened to me.

Song Xuqing closed his eyes slightly, and his chest bulged with his rapid breathing, whether he took it seriously or heard about it, it was all in one thought.

At this moment, there is no way back, so whether she wins or loses, she wants to gamble.

I don't know how long it has been, the sunset hanging obliquely is gone, the lights on both sides of Chang'an Avenue have been lit, and the laughter and scolding from near and far ripple in the wing room through the beaded window.

Under her gaze, Pei Muyao slowly spoke, "You won't die." ”

Hearing this, Song Xuqing's ten fingers holding the coffee table were released one by one, and his tense heart gradually fell into place.

"As for your cousin—" Between the four eyes, Pei Muyao took a sip of tea, and said: "Break it immediately, indecision will only make you fall into prison, a swamp with people, if you accept your fate, time will naturally drown you when the time comes." ”

Song Xuqing was indifferent, and bowed his head after half a sound, "I understand."

Pei Muyao clicked a drop of tea on his fingertips, and his fingertips slid faintly on the table and gradually became square, but in the end, he left a hole, "The siege in all directions, there will always be a hole, even if it is a dog hole, if it is just to survive to get out, if it is for something else, the wall will always collapse one day." ”

For the first time, he looked at Song Suqing with a serious expression.

used to just think of this as a whim of the little girl, but the facts told him that Song Suqing was very smart.

No matter where she got the news, or climbed the wall to find him in person, she was spreading out and telling him that in order to survive, she chose him.

Pei Muyao thought about this, hooked his lips and smiled.

Song Suqing looked at the dried and disappeared Fangzheng in a daze, pursed his lips and lifted his eyes, "Which one do you think I should choose?" ”

Pei Muyao wiped his palms, casually threw the pabu on the side of the coffee table, and said, "Feel free." ”

He had no intention of persecuting her, but just put the choice in front of her, and as for which one to choose, outsiders were not allowed to interfere.

Song Suqing was silent.

Pei Muyao got up and walked to the side of the bead window and pushed it steadily, the laughter of the street downstairs was endless, and he looked sideways slightly, "It's hard to go to the street, what do you like, I'll go with you to see." ”

The cold expression was suppressed by wisps of laughter, and the light outside the bead window fell lazily on him, and the whole person seemed a little gentle.

He walked to the door with his hands in his hands, and saw that Song Suqing was still sitting still, so he turned his head and asked, "Not leaving?" ”

Song Xuqing's eyes slowly moved up, 'um' turned around, got up and left behind him.

Soon after the Spring Festival Banquet, Chang'an Street also held a Spring Festival celebration again with special senses, the flow of people on the street was a few points more than usual, and the noisy laughter was heard before going downstairs.

In front of the Tianyin Pavilion, which is already crowded with people on weekdays, it is even more crowded at the moment, not to mention turning around, it is very difficult to turn sideways.

Song Suqing followed him step by step, and she followed in which direction Pei Muyao went.

In fact, she didn't have much appetite or mood, and she just came out to breathe.

Sensing her absent-mindedness, Pei Muyao didn't say much, but there happened to be a vendor holding a sugar gourd passing by his side, he paused and stopped the vendor.

The stall vendor who was stopped swept his eyes, and then looked at Song Suqing with a smile, "Little lady, come and see which string you want." ”

Song Xuqing, who was called the little lady, suddenly raised her eyes, pointed at herself, and asked in confusion: "Are you calling me?" ”

The vendor was stunned for a moment, looked at Pei Muyao again, nodded and smiled: "Look at which string you want." ”

Song Suqing didn't know why, and casually pointed to the string closest to her according to the vendor's words, "That's it." ”

"Okay." The vendor simply took down the sugar gourd, but handed it to Pei Muyao, and after taking the copper coin handed by Qi'an, he went around selling it without looking back.

Song Xuqing, who stretched out his hand, blinked and 'belched' suspiciously.

A soft voice sounded in her ears, Pei Muyao hooked her lips and stuffed the sugar gourd into her empty hand, "Eat." ”

Song Suqing realized that the vendor had misunderstood something, his white and transparent earlobes were stained with pink marks, staring at the sugar gourd in his hand, everyone had already walked away, and it was not impossible to explain it.

For a long time, she pretended to be calm and pretended not to know anything, and took a bite of the sour hawthorn wrapped in dense syrup, the sweet and sour taste exploded in her throat, and the sour fruit was really difficult to swallow.

She was so sour that the corners of her eyes and eyebrows couldn't help but provoke, Pei Muyao smiled and said, "I still like it." ”

The last time Song Suqing ate such a sour hawthorn was in Pipa Lane, his teeth chattered with sourness, and he frowned: "It should be that the sugar gourd in Pipa Lane can't be sold, so I specially selected Chang'an Street to sell it everywhere when I held an event." ”

Pei Muyao smiled.

I don't know if it's caused by sour or indignant, her mood is obviously much more relaxed than Shicai.

He glanced around, caught a glimpse of a nectar seller not far away, put away the folding fan and said, "There is also a nectar seller ahead." ”

Song Suqing was looking down at the sugar gourd, wondering if it was the wrong way to eat, whether to try it again, after hearing this, he immediately raised his eyes, looked over the figures in the bushes, and only felt that the air was filled with a sweet smell.

The nectar seller was a girl who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, scooping the tender yellow and thick nectar for the customers in front of the queue, and there were many people queuing up in the smaller places than other stalls, which was enough to prove that the nectar tasted sweet and moderate.

Song Xuqing, who was planning to buy what kind of nectar, suddenly heard the voice of an old dragon bell from the right, and the man said, "Girl, do you want to tell fortunes?" ”

Song Xu Qing followed the prestige, and suddenly looked at the old Taoist priest's leisurely eyes.

Not allowing her to refuse, the old Taoist priest said: "Girl, your worries between your eyebrows are black, and you have something on your mind in your heart, and you are not talented, maybe you can explain a thing or two for you." ”

When the old Taoist priest mentioned that Yin Tang was black, Pei Muyao's thin lips slowly fell, glanced at him coldly, and waved his hand after he finished speaking.

Song Suqing raised his hand to stop Qi An, who was walking out, and looked at the old Taoist, "You say, how can my Yin Hall be black." ”

The old Taoist priest stroked the gray-white dust, stared at her for a while, and said: "Girl, you are very angry with your face, your life is surrounded by good people and bad people, in general, you will have the honor that others dream of wanting, but you will also fall into the abyss that others do not want to experience." ”

After a pause, he said in a deep voice: "Girl, the old Taoist pinched his fingers, you are afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in your nineteen or twenty years, this is the disaster you are destined for." ”

The sugar gourd fell to the ground with a 'pop' sound, and the syrup coat wrapped in hawthorn exploded, and the crystal clear sugar coating was scattered everywhere, but it melted and stuck to the masonry after a while.

Song Xuqing's figure trembled slightly, and the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly dissipated for some reason, leaving only the words of the bloody disaster spoken by the Taoist priest on the side of his ears.

She opened her mouth for a long time before she asked, "Is there a solution?" ”

Pei Muyao keenly sensed that something was wrong with her, grabbed her wrist as she stepped back, his eyes were heavy, and he glanced at the chattering old Taoist priest without a trace.

"Wei ......" stabbed the old Taoist priest like an ice blade, and immediately changed his words: "It's not incomprehensible, as long as the girl has good intentions, she will be able to solve it by doing more good deeds on weekdays......"

Later, the old Taoist priest didn't say anything to Song Suqing's ears, she broke free of Pei Muyao's palm and walked back silently.

What kind intentions and good deeds are just casual nonsense.

The Taoist priest was indeed right, she was killed by a sword piercing her heart at the age of nineteen, and she was lucky to be given a chance to start over.

After waking up from falling into the water, Song Suqing always felt that her life was in her own hands, and the identity given to her by the family could not be changed, so she could change herself, so she was desperately rooted in her schoolwork, even if there was only a trace of change, she was excited.

But now he told her that the bloody plague was engraved in her fate and was destined to happen?

If it was all predestined, why would she be given another chance to suffer such torture again?

Song Xuqing's eyes widened, unwilling to let the tears in his eyes gush out, but walked forward without looking back.

She didn't know where it was or where it led.

The moment his forehead hit his hard and warm chest, the familiar breath hit Song Suqing's painful eyes, tears burst out of his eyes, and he said dumbly without raising his head: "I'm sorry." ”

However, the figure in front of her did not get out of the way, and in the next moment, a hand pinched her jaw and lifted it slightly.

The tears of the person in front of him slid down the corners of his eyes to his jaw, dripping on the back of his hand, burning his breath a little.

Pei Muyao raised his thumb and fingertips, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "What are you afraid of." ”

When Song Xuqing, who was teary-eyed, heard this, the grievances in his heart were even worse.

What you are afraid of, you are naturally afraid of death.

Song Suqing took a deep breath and muttered: "The Taoist priest said that it was me who would not live for twenty years, so I am naturally afraid." ”

Pei Muyao smiled dumbly, and pointed to her forehead that was hit, "Do you still believe this?" ”

"Why don't you believe it?" Song Suqing did not answer the rhetorical question.

If she hadn't taken the words of the Taoist priest to heart before, it was bizarre enough for her to open her eyes and return to the eve of the battle when she was stabbed to death by a sharp sword, compared to the Taoist priest's calculation that she could only live to be twenty years old.

The grievances and panic in her eyes hit Pei Muyao's chest fiercely at this moment, and in a trance, she seemed to be in a cold spring day, and there were several figures standing in the pavilion not far away, and the blood in the sky was particularly dazzling in the white mountains and forests, shaking his throat a little tighter, and he couldn't grasp the phantom that flashed in front of him.

Pei Muyao closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his anger was released, and he said in a deep voice: "If there really is a day, I will step into the Shura Hell and pull your soul back into my body." ”

Song Suqing was startled by his cold eyes, looked at him in a daze, and her voice became hoarse after crying, "You ......"

After spitting out a word, she didn't know what to say.

Pei Muyao lowered his eyes, remembered the words that overflowed from Shicai's mouth, and pursed his thin lips.

He groaned in his heart why he would say such words, but it was as if these words had been hidden in his heart for a long time, as familiar as if he had said them not long ago.