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That hand is getting closer, closer and closer...

Suddenly, his fingertips stopped an inch below his navel, and he retracted his hand restrainedly.

"hold on."

Meng Chuji came back to his senses, covered his skirt with both hands in an instant, and pressed down the young master who raised his head in an attempt to hide it, and blushed angrily: "What are you waiting for?"

The corner of Pei Jing's mouth curled slightly: "Wait until you accept me."

The operation of taking off the skirt of the sweetheart is only suitable for appearing on the wedding night in the bridal chamber.

The wedding night in the bridal chamber is gone, but the day when Meng Chuji is willing to let go of all his defenses and accept him will be the day when his life will be consummated.

Besides, it would seem too disrespectful to poke into Meng Chuji's skirt like this.

So, he said, "Quiet, take out the contents, keep hiding and be careful not to hurt yourself."

Meng Chuji breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "OK, OK, I'll go and get the things out."

After speaking, he quickly hid behind the screen.

Pei Jing sat on the bed and waited, watching the graceful shadow of Meng Chuji reflected on the screen, who was taking off his clothes, and quietly turned his eyes away.

Meng Chuji stayed behind the screen, pretending to take off half of his clothes, and then stretched out his head to peek out. Seeing that Pei Jing was not looking at him, he raised his head and swallowed, and rubbed the young master through his trousers. He couldn't help thinking: It's okay. Pei Jing is a gentleman, otherwise he would have revealed his secrets today.

But the crisis has not passed, his young master has calmed down a bit, and he is getting stronger and stronger.

How to do.

How to do.

If he stays inside for too long, Pei Jing will definitely urge him. If he doesn't go out, it will arouse his suspicion.

His eyes fell on the bathtub that had not been lifted out to the side. There were still flower petals floating in the bathtub. Meng Chuji's heart swayed, and he took off his clothes and went down.

Pei Jing heard the sound of water, and asked through the screen, "Quiet, what are you doing?"

The water was still warm, not enough to cool his body, Meng Chuji replied in a steady voice while moving: "It's nothing, the clothes fell in, I'll pick him up."

Pei Jing said: "Why don't you let the servants clean it up?"

Meng Chuji ignored him, he just wanted to solve his needs and get out quickly.

Pei Jing didn't get a response, so she smiled, and the magnetic vibrato was like twitching strings, low and sexy.

Hearing this, Meng Chuji couldn't hold back a muffled snort, and leaned against the rim of the barrel in a collapsed state.

When the water was completely cold, Meng Chuji slowly crawled out of the tub. He smelled it, and because of the water, there was almost no smell, so he put on his clothes with confidence.

Looking again, there was a floor-standing vase next to the screen. He groped into the mouth of the vase, took out a dagger, stuffed it into his sleeve, and went out.

He used to keep this dagger there as a defense, and he threatened him with it if anyone accidentally came in and yelled while he was taking a shower, and it just came in handy now.

Pei Jing noticed that the end of his hair was wet, and said in surprise: "You took a bath again?"

Meng Chuji shook his head: "I forgot to wash my hair just now. I didn't go in and saw that the water was quite clear. I thought not to waste it, so I washed my hair with bath water."

"Then why didn't you wash it?"

"Going to bed soon, who is serious about washing it?" Meng Chuji plausibly said, took out the dagger from his sleeve, and said, "Here, this is what I hid."

Pei Jing took a closer look, and his expression became serious in an instant: "Do you always carry a dagger with you?"

"Yes, but when King Yun sent someone to arrest me, I didn't have time to pull it out."

Meng Chuji lied without blinking.

Pei Jing's mood that had finally calmed down became turbulent again, and he stretched out his arms to wrap around Meng Chuji's waist. He apologized, "I'm sorry Jingjing, I didn't protect you well."

"You said that, I'm a big living person, I can walk, run, jump, and wander around for nothing, how can you protect me?" Meng Chuji patted his head, "Didn't you send me two guards? I thought they were an eyesore, so I didn't let them follow, so I'll just bring them with me next time."

Pei Jing was comforted, put the dagger in his hand aside, and said, "I'll wipe your hair for you, and then rest."

Meng Chuji nodded, and brought him a dry towel. Pei Jing wiped the ends of his hair until he was done. He turned on the lamp to sleep.

Meng Chuji still slept on the inside, Pei Jing slept on the outside, Pei Jing hugged him, and Meng Chuji nestled in his arms, sleeping peacefully.

Pei Jing couldn't sleep all night.

The news of Pei Xian's death tomorrow will definitely cause a sensation in the court. No matter how absurd Pei Xian's life was, he was also a prince. He was burned to death by him. Well, if this matter is exposed again, those who are interested will definitely make a big fuss.

Moreover, he still couldn't tell the real reason why he killed Pei Xian, because it was related to Meng Chuji's innocence, and all the guards who saw Meng Chuji being bullied were dispatched to distant places by him, for fear that they would accidentally reveal the secret.

Men are absurd and some people always use their nature as an excuse, but the morals of the world are extremely harsh on women. It is hard to imagine how the world will judge Meng Chuji when rumors spread that Meng Chuji was almost raped. He can't let Meng Chuji suffer any harm.

And the Jade Seal of Chuanguo...

Pei Jing frowned, her thoughts were in a mess and she couldn't sort it out.

Suddenly, Meng Chuji smacked his mouth, probably having some sweet dream, put a hand on his waist, and said dreamily, "Qiu Yu..."

In an instant, Pei Jing's melancholy dissipated, and she lowered her head and kissed the center of his brow.

The next day, the news of Pei Xian's tragic death did not spread, but the heroic deeds of "Master of Qinghe County, Meixin Shanlu, saw the mansion on fire and summoned people to put out the fire" spread all over the capital, creating an uproar.

Pei Jing was wearing a big cloak and stood on the Golden Luan Hall, listening to the courtiers below who proposed to reward Princess Qinghe with a blank expression.

The person he wanted to kill was not killed, but Shangguan Ting had the guts to fight him.

"Your Highness, what do you think?"

After arguing for a long time, Pei Jing didn't see his position, and the Jinluan Hall fell silent, and a courtier cupped his hands to ask.

Pei Jing said indifferently: "It should be commended, so let's reward Princess Qinghe with a golden dagger cut like mud, a white silk made of snow brocade, and a jade dew luminous pot with a red crown on the top of a crane."

All of a sudden, there was silence in the hall.

The civil and military officials seemed to be choked by a ghost, and their faces turned red.

Everything was quiet, Pei Jing glanced at them, and said majesticly: "If there is a book to play, there is no book to retreat."

Before the civil and military officials could react to Pei Jing's inexplicable anger, Pei Jing had strode away, leaving them with a tall back.

An hour later, three treasures, the golden dagger, the white silk, and the Yulu luminous pot, were given to the Zhennan Palace.

Shangguan Ting was delighted when she heard that there were rewards, but when she heard about these things, her beautiful eyes were extremely gloomy and indifferent.

The young eunuch who had never seen the market for the first time was terrified and trembled: "Princess..."

Shangguan Ting gritted her teeth: "What else did Your Highness say?"

The little eunuch said submissively: "His Royal Highness wishes the princess a happy life and a happy life at thirty."

"Snapped--"

The Yulu Luminous Pot shattered to the ground.

Pei Jing didn't know what the Zhennan Prince's Mansion looked like, but went to visit the Queen Mother in the Palace of Mercy.