144. It's better not to meet the beauty of the city
There is a lot of sunlight outside the window, and the yard is extremely quiet.
Pei Jinting sat at the end of the bed and watched Lin Feng diagnosing Gu Qingyuan's pulse.
Two nights have passed, and Gu Qingyuan's fever has not subsided. She is sometimes awake and sometimes comatose. When she is awake, she will blearily call out "Brother..."
Sometimes, I would also call “Mother.”
Pei Jinting knew that she was calling the deceased Qin.
He stood up slowly, walked to the place where the basin was placed, took off the handkerchief on his head, wet it in warm water, and wring it dry.
His movements were calm and he looked very calm.
It was just the slightly trembling wrists as he twisted the handkerchief that betrayed his calmness.
Pei Jinting has been on the path he planned for twenty-six years since he learned the truth when he was young.
I have never experienced not getting or losing.
He thought he had nothing to fear and was not afraid of losing.
But it turns out.
It's not that I'm not afraid.
He bent down and carefully wiped the sweat from Gu Qingyuan's forehead and cheeks with a wet handkerchief.
"How is it?" he asked Lin Feng in an almost cold tone.
Lin Feng has been with Pei Jinting for many years and knows that the calmer and indifferent he is, the fiercer the storm in his heart.
He was silent for a while, and then said, "You must let the young lady's fever go down first."
The fact is that he felt the pulse and it became stable. In other words, it was not that Gu Qingyuan couldn't wake up, but that she didn't want to wake up.
Pei Jinting gently pushed away a strand of hair stuck to her cheek with her hands, and whispered in Gu Qingyuan's ear in a low voice, with a hint of begging.
"Yuanyuan...haven't you slept enough? If you have slept enough, would you like to talk to me?"
The soup and medicine were fed bowl after bowl, and the warm handkerchief was wrung out and moistened again and again.
Pei Jinting helped her wipe herself and change her clothes again and again, changing the sweaty mattress along the way.
In the middle of the night, he lay down next to Gu Qingyuan and took a nap, and woke up soon after.
He dreamed again that Gu Qingyuan fainted because of the bug in his hand.
Prince Jing was stunned and asked him in disbelief, "Didn't you say that the Zhenguo Palace is full of people? Why is it that this eldest girl from the Gu family is useless at all and even fainted when she saw an insect?"
He picked up the unconscious Gu Qingyuan and kicked Prince Jing on the butt to shut him up.
The queen and Concubine Lu had never gotten along and could not send her to Fengyi Palace. In desperation, Pei Jinting could only carry her to Concubine Lu's Zhaoyang Palace.
After a long night of silence, Pei Jinting woke up from his dream.
The palm of the hand reflexively touches the forehead of the person next to him, and the temperature is normal.
Then he sat up and his loose clothes fell down, revealing his well-textured chest.
He tugged at it casually and closed his clothes. There was still warm water and decoction on the stove in the next room.
The moment he just opened the curtain, a sword with cold light suddenly stabbed towards him.
Pei Jinting reacted very quickly. He turned sideways and blocked it with the wooden basin in his hand.
The wooden basin shattered, and the sword edge slid past his neck.
Under the moonlight, the cold light is like electricity, and the coldness makes it cold.
This is a murderous weapon.
Pei Jinting was only wearing her middle coat, covering her whole body, except for the broken wooden basin half held in her hand.
There is not even half an inch of iron that can control it.
The tip of the sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out a secret message. It was extremely dexterous and struck at his throat again.
Pei Jinting turned around, and the sword was already there, only a few inches away from his throat.
The chopped wooden basin was no longer enough to resist such murderous intent.
Just when the tip of the sword was about to cut across his throat, Pei Jinting raised his hand and pinched the tip of the sword.
With a clanking sound, the sword was broken into two pieces by him.
No one expected such a turn of events.
The assassin was even more surprised. He cut off his sword and was castrated.
In this breath, Pei Jinting turned the broken sword in his hand upside down and attacked it back.
Although the assassin had already reacted and dodged quickly, he was still a step too late.
The half-cut sword was unstoppable, like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into the opponent's chest.
The body shook and blood fell down.
It happened suddenly and ended suddenly.
Pei Jinting was not surprised at all by such an assassination, as if he had experienced it hundreds of times.
The sword was broken in his hand, dripping with the opponent's blood.
The masked man who committed the assassination was seriously injured and quickly backed away, trying to escape.
There were several sounds in the inner room behind the door curtain, followed by low murmurs.
The assassin's figure froze, and he quickly turned around from his original escape steps, dashed through the door curtain and headed towards the inner room.
Pei Jinting immediately followed him, thinking that the assassin's target was him.
After all, I have encountered such assassinations countless times before.
Unexpectedly, the assassin's target was actually Gu Qingyuan in the house.
Otherwise, why did he rush towards the inner room with determination after hearing Gu Qingyuan's voice when he could obviously escape?
Pei Jinting was angry and even more scared.
Ignoring the faint cut to the bone in the palm of his hand, the assassin intercepted half of his broken sword when he was about to attack Gu Qingyuan on the bed.
Following the noise just made in the trees, He Zheng arrived with his people.
When the masked assassin heard the sound of footsteps and the shaking black shadow outside the window, he knew he couldn't escape, so he bit the poison pill hidden in his mouth.
Looking at the masked corpse on the ground, Pei Jinting seemed to be thinking about something.
He Zheng didn't dare to disturb him, let alone look at Gu Qingyuan, who was unconscious on the bed.
While handling the corpse on the ground, I saw Pei Jinting's hand hanging by his side, blood flowing down his fingertips, instantly staining his snow-white shirt red.
He Zheng couldn't help but shout,
"Master, your hands!"
Pei Jinting came back to his senses, turned to look at He Zheng, and then looked at the blood stains left behind when the body was dragged away on the ground.
The night was extremely quiet. Pei Jinting cleaned the wound a little, changed out of his blood-stained middle coat, wrapped Gu Qingyuan in a thin quilt and moved to another room.
Gu Qingyuan was dazed, and for a moment she woke up. She felt that she was being held by someone, and saw the familiar lower jaw.
"Brother..." She had forgotten so much time.
No wonder, Pei Jinting said that even though she approached him first about the bride abduction, he always had other agendas.
After changing the house, Pei Jinting felt at ease and let Lin Feng treat the wound.
His palm was seriously injured. After cleaning it, he took a needle and thread to sew it up, applied medicine to stop the bleeding, and finally wrapped it in cloth.
His face was pale, his body was leaning on the chair, and his eyes were staring at the curtains in the room.
Behind that was Gu Qingyuan, who was still sleeping.
He Zheng came back from inspecting the assassin's body and apologized to Pei Jinting.
The assassin had nothing on him to prove his identity.
"Who is he? The eldest prince? Do you want to report to the governor of Jingzhao..."
"At Master Wang's feet, an assassin appeared who had penetrated into the inner room, and the official Jingzhao Prefecture Yin also came to his death."
Pei Jinting's eyes darkened, telling He Zheng not to report to the official, and at the same time drove him out to rest.
If you let him huff and puff any more, he might make Yuanyuan angry.
He Zheng was unwilling to do so, but he had to obey Pei Jinting's order and retreat.
Pei Jinting opened the curtain and leaned against the bed, thinking of the scene that had just hit her.
If the assassin is targeting Gu Qingyuan, what secrets does she have?
It's worth it for that person to kill him even if he wants to kill him.