When Pei Mo heard this, he didn't refute, he just smiled and accepted it.

At the wine table, Murong Qing was eating by himself, while Pei Mo and Fang Anren exchanged glasses.

Because they were in the General's Mansion, the two men began to reveal their true feelings while drinking, as if they had returned to the unrestrained life of childhood.

Murong Qing could see that Pei Mo was really happy, and there were fine lines in the corners of his eyes from laughter, but he was also a little distressed. The intrigues in the court, his life experience under a lot of fog, the second prince in front of him who was eyeing him, and the hidden people behind him.

A secret arrow shot out of nowhere in the darkness. Only when he returned to his house could Pei Mo take off all the layers of disguise and have a warm and delicious meal with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, Murong Qing involuntarily raised his glass and toasted Fang Anren, "Thank you, Brother Anren, for taking care of your husband. I toast you with this glass!"

As he spoke, he drank the sake in one gulp with Pei Mo's tender eyes twinkling.

Fang Anren also forgot about the embarrassment he felt on Donghua Street that day and drank with her happily.

When he was almost done drinking, Murong Qing was not strong enough to drink. He fell asleep after just a few drinks. In the end, he couldn't even hold his head up anymore and fell asleep on the table with his arms as pillow.

Pei Mo and Fang Anren lowered their voices and talked quietly.

After chatting for a while, Pei Mo was afraid that Murong Qing would numb his hand, so he gently put his arm around her shoulders, hugged her on his lap, and let her head rest on his chest, leaving an empty space.

A hand gently patted her back, and the love in his eyes overflowed.

Pei Mo saw her embarrassment, smiled broadly, and said softly, "Guess how I know, huh."

How could she withstand such a deep look? She raised her hand to cover her heated face and said angrily, "How did you know I was awake?"

In fact, love does not have to be on the lips, because when he looked at Murong Qing, he had already said the word love countless times.

He wanted to fall towards the light, he wanted to hide towards the darkness, and finally fell into the world of mortals and traveled a long way, suffering more and more hardships along the way.

Fang Anren nodded. Looking at Pei Mo's happy eyes, he knew how deep the relationship between the two was. It reminded him of his parents.

"Too."

What no one noticed was that Murong Qing's fingertips were trembling slightly.

"But why did I hear that you made a joke on your wedding day? You were forced to marry a wife, but in the end you married the wrong one. What's going on?"

However, at this moment, Murong Qing's eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her heart was like a drum. She could clearly hear her heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing through every pulse, and the most longing cry deep in her soul.

Just at this time, Fang Anren came back with the wine bottle and looked at Pei Mo smiling foolishly at the back of his wife who had fled.

It wasn't until she ran back to her room that Murong Qing felt the heat on her face recede, and it took a lot of effort to drive Pei Mo's voice out of her head.

"Now?" Pei Mo didn't know what he thought of, and smiled and said, "Now she is the rest of my heart, she is me..."

Pei Mo smiled and passed by.

Fang Anren was confused and stared at that pretty figure for a long time, not knowing what emotion was in his eyes.

This movement was smooth and skillful, as if it had been done many times.

"What about now?" Fang Anren asked again.

It turns out that what she longed for was not glory and wealth, but a sincere heart, a sincere and passionate heart.

Thinking about it now, he suddenly felt very grateful for this wrong marriage. Without this mistake, what would he be like now?

Coming back from the blood-soaked battlefield, in this magnificent general's palace, he is searching for his own misty life experience alone. Maybe he sets foot on the battlefield here, maybe he buries his life experience in the soil, or maybe he doesn't find anyone who will help him until he dies. sad.

In fact, it was because Pei Mo's hand was always on the back of her hand, and Pei Mo felt it when Murong Qing's fingertips moved slightly.

"You wait, I'll get a pot of wine." He said and got up to find the boy serving in the general's mansion.

"It's mine, I will have no regrets in this life."

Without Murong Qing, how would he have been able to contend with time alone, relying on the faintest hope in his heart, to survive this eternal cold night.

He poured himself a glass of wine in distress, but found that the wine bottle was empty and the wine in it had been drunk long ago.

As soon as the young general Anren is mentioned in memory, some men can be heard sighing, saying how wanton and happy the young general's life was.

When Fang Anren walked away, Pei Mo turned his eyes to the red little man in his arms.

At that time, Fang Anren was far away outside the Great Wall and had heard about this incident. You can imagine how much this incident was spread in the capital!

"Yes." Pei Mo sighed, paused for a while and said, "I thought it was a mistake, but later I realized that it was God's will."

But he quickly came back to his senses and said, "Brother Pei, the wine is here!"

At this time, Pei Mo suddenly hated himself for being a military commander and didn't know how to describe his love.

When he was alone and quiet, Murong Qing began to recall whether the character Fang Anren existed in his impressions.

He leaned close to the little man's ear and blew hot air and said, "You little liar, are you still pretending to be asleep?"

In the end, it was confirmed that they only knew each other by name and had never been in contact with each other. The current conversation was the only process of contact between them.

Fang Anren, who had completely witnessed this scene, felt inexplicably overwhelmed and sighed, "Brother Pei and Mrs. Pei are a perfect match."

Murong Qing was surprised in her heart. She fluttered her eyelashes and opened her moist eyes, and fell into a pool of tenderness as deep as spring water.

After saying that, I looked at the blue sky and smiled hotly.

Fang Anren nodded, but didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say. He just felt that there was something out of touch, why everyone around him was getting married.

Fang Anren recalled what Madam-in-law said, "The person I like is much more handsome than you", and suddenly asked curiously, "Does Madam-in-law treat you well?"

Murong Qing felt that she was about to indulge in Pei Mo's intoxicating voice, so she stopped his movement, got off Pei Mo, and ran away shyly.

Hey, isn’t my wife asleep?

"That's natural." Pei Mo replied without hesitation.

After a long time, Pei Mo slowly spat out the words.

What's more, martial arts practitioners have sensitive senses. He only confirmed it after he noticed that the breathing of the person in his arms was gradually getting heavier. They had been sleeping in each other's arms for who knows how long. How could they not be familiar with each other's breathing frequency?

Pei Mo stretched out his hand to remove her hand covering her face to see her blushing face.

Maybe God still pities him.

When spring comes, we ride horses on the outskirts of Beijing; in autumn, we ride and shoot and hunt.

It really corresponds to the saying, 'I was young and thin in spring clothes, riding a horse and leaning on a leaning bridge, and the buildings were full of red sleeves.'

So thinking about it, the time when Pei Mo met him must have been very precious and happy.

Whether they are acquaintances or not, Murong Qing thought, having one more connection in the capital is tantamount to an extra level of security.
Chapter completed!