After marrying wrongly, I became the general's white moonlight

Chapter 192 No regrets in this life
Hearing this, Pei Mo didn't refute, and smiled as he acquiesced.

At the wine table, Murong Qing ate alone, while Pei Mo and Fang Anren exchanged glasses.

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

Murong Qing could tell that Pei Mo was really happy, there was a fine line of smile on the corner of his eyes, but he also felt a little distressed, the intriguing court, his life experience under the thick mist, the second prince who was eyeing him, and the second prince who was hiding in the back. The sudden shot in the dark, only when he returned to the mansion, could Pei Mo shed all the layers of disguise and eat a warm meal with peace of mind.

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

As he spoke, he drank the sake in Pei Mo's tender eyes.

Fang Anren also forgot about the embarrassment that day on Donghua Street, and had a drink with her cheerfully.

When he was almost done drinking, Murong Qing was not strong enough to drink at all, he became drowsy after a few drinks, and finally couldn't hold his head anymore, and fell asleep lying on the table with his arms under his pillow.

Seeing this, Pei Mo and Fang Anren lowered their volume and chatted quietly.

After chatting for a while, Pei Mo was afraid that Murong Qing would numb his hands, so he gently embraced her shoulders, hugged her on his lap, and let her head rest on his chest, leaving a little space Patting her back lightly with one hand, the pampering in her eyes would overflow.

In fact, love doesn't have to be on the lips, because the way he looked at Murong Qing, he had already said the word love countless times.

When Fang Anren walked away, Pei Mo turned his gaze to the little man with a red face in his arms.

If there was no Murong Qing, how would he have fought against time alone, clinging to the slightest hope in his heart, and survived this ancient and long cold night.

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

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

At this moment, Pei Mo suddenly hated himself as a general, and didn't know how to describe that love.

Hey, isn't sister-in-law asleep?

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

Pei Mo saw her embarrassment, laughed heartily, and said softly, "Guess how I know, um."

Surprised in Murong Qing's heart, she opened her moist eyes with trembling eyelashes, and fell into a deep tenderness like spring water.

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

"What about now?" Fang Anren asked again.

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 gradually became heavier. They had slept in each other's arms for an unknown amount of time. How could they not be familiar with each other's breathing frequency?
Pei Mo reached out to remove her hand that was covering her small face, to see how blushing she looked.

Thinking about it now, he suddenly felt very grateful for this wrong marriage. If there was no such mistake, what would he be like now?
After coming back from the bloody battlefield, in this magnificent general’s mansion, I searched for my life experience like a mist alone. Maybe I set foot on the battlefield here, maybe I buried my life experience in the soil, maybe I didn’t see a single person who would do it for him until I died. sad.

"Naturally." Pei Mo replied without hesitation.

After finishing speaking, he looked at the blue sky and smiled hotly.

He wants to fall to the light, he wants to hide from the darkness, and finally falls into the world of mortals and travels a long way, and the journey is more painful.

At that time, Fang Anren was far outside the Great Wall, and he had heard about this incident. It is conceivable that this incident was widely spread in the capital!
"That's right." Pei Mo sighed, then paused for a while and said, "At first I thought it was just a matter of making mistakes, but later I realized that it was God's will."

Pei Mo just smiled.

Fang Anren nodded, but didn't say anything, and didn't know what to say, he just felt a little out of touch, why everyone around him became close.

"You wait, I'll get a jug of wine." As he spoke, he got up and went to look for the servant in the general's mansion.

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

As soon as the memory mentioned the young general Fang Anren, he could hear some men's emotions, saying how wanton and happy the life of the young general was.

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

She couldn't resist such deep eyes, raised her hand to cover her hot face, and said in a low voice, "How do you know I'm awake?"

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

When he was alone and quiet, Murong Qing began to recall whether there was Fang Anren in his memory.

This movement is smooth and skillful, as if it has been done many times.

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

Fang Anren, who had fully witnessed this scene, felt inexplicably overwhelmed, and sighed, "Brother Pei and Mrs. Sister-in-law are a perfect match."

Murong Qing only felt that he was going to be immersed in Pei Mo's intoxicated voice, so he stopped his movements, got off Pei Mo's body, and ran away shyly.

Maybe God still has pity on him.

"Now?" Pei Mo thought of something, smiled and said, "Now she is my peace of mind, she is me..."

Just at this moment, Fang Anren came back with the jug, and looked at Pei Mo and smiled idiotically at the back of his wife who had fled.

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

However, at this moment, Murong Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her heart felt like a drum beating. She could clearly hear the beating of the heart, the sound of blood flowing through every pulse, and the most longing cry in the depths of her soul.

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

Fang Anren recalled the phrase in his wife's mouth that "the person I like is much more handsome than you", and suddenly asked curiously, "How is my wife treating you?"

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

"Too."

But soon came back to his senses, "Brother Pei, the wine is here!"

In the end, it was confirmed that they only knew the name but had never been in contact. The current conversation is the only process of their contact.

Riding horses in the suburbs of Beijing in spring, riding and shooting in autumn to hunt.

I really answered the sentence, "At that time, I was young and thin in spring clothes, riding a horse leaning on a leaning bridge, full of red sleeves. '

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

Whether it's acquaintance, Murong Qing thought, one more contact in Beijing is tantamount to one more security.

(End of this chapter)