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

Chapter 280
Murong Qing waited until night fell.

Outside the vermilion gate of the General's Mansion is an open street, because it is a place where nobles live, vendors are not allowed to set up stalls here, but peddlers and pawns are allowed to carry burdens and sell in the streets.

At noon, the sun was scorching hot, and the servants asked Murong Qing to go back to the house to escape the heat, but she shook her head and refused.

Ping'er held an umbrella and accompanied Murong Qing.

Until a peddler carrying sugar water passed by the gate of the General's Mansion.

"Selling sugar water, sweet sugar water!"

Hawker's face is covered with sweat, but the glow in his eyes makes him look full of upward energy.

Suddenly craving candy.

Murong Qing lowered his eyes, remembering that Pei Mo lied in the valley that he couldn't buy a razor, but bought her a jar of honey with money.

She smiled unconsciously, what a fool, Pei Mo thought she didn't know.

In fact, after sharing the same bed for so long, she has long been aware of Pei Mo's little habits.

For example, when Pei Mo is thinking about things, he is used to staring at his toes, and when Pei Mo is lying, he likes to pick at the seam of his trousers.

Waiting for these, it seems that Pei Mo has become the whole of her life without knowing it.

She remembered that when she wanted to eat candy before she left the cabinet, her brothers rushed to buy candy for her.

It seemed that she hadn't bought candy for herself yet.

Pei Mo is not here, so he has to buy candy for himself.

Murong Qing raised her eyes and found that the peddler was walking away, she hurriedly said to Ping'er, "Ping'er, I want to eat a bowl of sugar water, can you go and call the peddler here?"

Ping'er was surprised, if she wanted to buy it, she could go and buy it back, why did she call the peddler to her?

But this was the first time Madam wanted something after she came back, Ping'er didn't think about it any more, ran out to stop the peddler, and brought the peddler to Murong Qing.

The peddler had a business, and a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, "Madam, do you want sugar water?"

Murong Qing nodded, "How much sugar water is there in the burden?"

The peddler lifted the sackcloth, "Ma'am, there are three pots left. It's a hot day today, so it's good to drink some sugar water to cool off the heat."

"Give me a bowl." Murong Qing said.

The sugar water cooked by the hawker is not as exquisite as that of the General’s Mansion. The sugar water tastes like mung bean. Perhaps the hawker has carefully sifted it, and there is no mung bean skin in the sugar water.

Mung beans are boiled, revealing the green belly.

Murong Qing took a sip, it wasn't that sweet, but it tasted sweet, presumably because the sugar was too expensive, and the hawker didn't put enough sugar to save costs, but the slow fire boiled the sweetness of the mung bean.

"That's right, I want them all, and Ping'er will share them with the villains." Murong Qing said.

The peddler knelt down gratefully, "Thank you Madam, Madam is so kind!"

Murong Qing waved his hand, handed the money to the peddler, and talked to him a few more words.

Afterwards, the peddler carried the burden and disappeared briskly at the corner of the street. Murong Qing only looked at his back, and seemed to be able to hear the cheerful song hummed by the peddler.

Watching the peddler leave, Murong Qing seemed to understand something, "Ping'er, I'm hungry, let's go back, let someone wait at the door, the general must tell me when he's back."

Ping'er was very happy, "Hey, good, the kitchen has already prepared lunch, madam, come quickly."

Murong Qing stood up with a smile, digesting the experience of the peddler in his heart.

The peddler was originally a scholar. He was only in his twenties this year. His father died when he was young. Three years ago, the peddler was selected as a scholar, but his mother fell ill, so the peddler stopped studying and used the money to treat his mother. sick.

Later, the peddler's mother died. In the year of her death, the peddler's daughter-in-law gave birth to a son for the peddler.

The peddler gained motivation and started to do business to support his family, but his wife caught cold in spring and died in autumn.

The peddler's son was only four years old that year.

Now that the peddler's son is studying, the peddler has settled down in the capital, doing business in the streets.

Murong Qing ate the lunch prepared by the kitchen and asked himself what is suffering?
Did he become a peddler from a scholar with horns, or lost his father when he was young, lost his mother when he was high-spirited, or lost his beloved wife?
Looking at myself, is it the mistrust of others in the previous life, the whole family died, and the suffering of not being able to die well, or the suffering of not being able to find a child in this life?

The world is impermanent, always going down.

Murong Qing did not wait at the door, but returned to the house, fed the fish, admired the flowers, read a book, and waited until the sun went down and the stars rose.

"The general is back!"

Ping'er shouted happily, Murong Qing put down the book and looked at Pei Mo who entered the hall with a smile.

Murong Qing wanted to get up, but Pei Mo pressed her shoulders to let her sit down, "I'm back, why are you still waiting for me?"

After finishing speaking, he saw the dark blue under her eyes by candlelight, and felt distressed for a while.

Murong Qing said softly, "Because when the general left, tell me to wait for the general to come back."

It turned out that in the morning, Pei Mo didn't know when Murong Qing woke up, and lay on his side on the bed to watch him put on his court clothes.

He walked to the side of the bed and kissed Murong Qing's side face lightly, and whispered, 'Wait for me to come back, huh? '

He casually said a word of comfort, which Murong Qing remembered in his heart.

Pei Mo suddenly felt guilty, "But tired? You look like a poor man, go to sleep."

"Not tired." Murong Qing shook his head, "I just miss the general very much."

Pei Mo's heart was touched, he stroked her soft little face and said, "It's my fault, I kept Madam waiting for a long time."

"When I went to court, I was supposed to go back to the residence, but I met Sun Wan on the way, the granddaughter of the court elder. Sun Wan invited me to dinner. I have some friendship with the elder, so I didn't refuse."

"Then I sent Sun Wan home. I never thought that Mr. Ge wanted to keep me for tea. The kindness is hard to refuse, and I can't refuse. I didn't expect it to be so late. I forgot to ask someone to send you a message. It won't be so late next time."

Pei Mo is like a student who has done something wrong, with an extremely sincere attitude like Murong Qing who explained the reason.

Murong Qing shook his head, "It's nothing, in fact, the general doesn't need to explain to me, I think the general is tired after talking with Elder Ge all afternoon, get up and wash up."

But the more she understood and the more sensible she was, the more uncomfortable Pei Mo felt, but he couldn't explain why he felt uncomfortable.

Back in the room, Murong Qing took off her bun and sat by the bed, waiting for Pei Mo to wash up, and then talk to her.

She sat there with the soft candlelight, and the dancing flames of the candles were reflected in her eyes. Murong Qing was extremely beautiful, Pei Mo always knew it.

But tonight, Pei Mo inexplicably felt that Murong Qing had an air of otherworldliness.

It seemed that the next second she was going to escape into the empty door.

Pei Mo suddenly felt a little uneasy, feeling that he couldn't live with her anymore.

Even Murong Qing herself didn't notice it, the haze in her heart seemed to have dissipated, she found her own piece of peace, and began to learn to let go of those unwillingnesses.

After experiencing all kinds of complex emotions that affect her heart, what she needs is tranquility, otherwise those thrilling things will shatter like a mirror, and then stab her skin to pieces.

The wind and the moon can't live, and the river of forgetfulness is hard to cross.

(End of this chapter)