The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 114 Invite him to make up the numbers (2)
"Li Li is not in a hurry!" Uncle Li Guo hurriedly said: "The main reason is that her mother thinks that Li Li is still young, how long can she keep her by her side, and she will be ready for marriage next month, so it's not too late to get married!"

Concubine Li smiled: "Brother, I'm not talking about you. It's better to prepare for the marriage of the children early, so as not to panic and mess up the mandarin ducks. I see that the fourth child of the Mo family is very good, and he and Lili are also considered old. Similarly, Mo Yu won the first prize again and entered the Imperial Academy, regardless of whether he can become the chief minister in the future, if Lili married into the Mo family, wouldn't Prime Minister Mo understand that my Li family intends to befriend him?"

"Give Lili to the youngest son of the old Mo's family?" Uncle Li Guo looked very embarrassed, "Being in-laws with the old Mo's family? This... I have to think about it. I am only a daughter of Lili. What should I do if my door is wronged? Wait for me to go back and discuss it with your sister-in-law."

Concubine Li looked down on his strict wife, and sneered, "Sister-in-law knows astrology or fortune-telling. If you discuss with her, you will know whether Li Li will marry well or not in the future?"

When Mo Yu returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he saw a carriage parked in front of the gate, but he was very unfamiliar. After a while, he saw his second and third brothers coming out from the main entrance and walking towards the carriage.

The moment the car curtain was lifted, Mo Yu saw that the person sitting inside was Situ He.

After the second and third brothers stepped into the carriage one after another, the carriage quickly drove away to the bustling neighborhood in the east of the city.

Mo Yu found it strange that since he was sensible, he had never seen Situ He take the initiative to come to the prime minister's mansion to look for his second and third brothers, and since he had already come, he didn't go in to visit the poisonous woman, which was a bit unreasonable.

However, he was just curious and didn't delve into it.It has something to do with the experience of growing up. The eldest brother is indifferent but knowing his fate, the second and third brothers are domineering and flamboyant, while he, Mo Yu, grew up alone, has received countless indifference and boasting, and his heart has always been cautious as if walking on thin ice. Slow, unable to see through many things, and unable to argue about anything.

He doesn't have the uninhibited arrogance of Situ He and the others, and he doesn't have the unyielding willfulness of Princess Jing. He knows that it is wrong to argue with the future prince and the seventh prince, but he still follows his own heart and doesn't flatter him or cater to him. , thinking about teaching him well.Being humiliated by the Seventh Prince, maybe others have a better way to deal with it, maybe they will be more decisive to sue the imperial court, but he is indecisive, only a few soothing words from Concubine Li, his heart softens.

Some people grow up with laughter and unscrupulousness, while others grow up with only an uneasy and fragile heart. Maybe they have been thinking about how to arrange this life since birth.

Just when Mo Yu was about to forget about it, just after nightfall, Mo Jue and Mo Xun came to "Haoran Zhai" together. Mo Yu was reading a book under the lamp, and when he heard Shui Sheng's biography, he hurriedly got up and greeted him.These years, the second and third brothers have never paid attention to him, let alone visited him in his room, so Mo Yu was really surprised.

A few days ago, Bai Lijing dislocated Mo Jue's arm, and now it seems that it's healed, he didn't beat around the bush, and straight to the point: "Fourth brother, will you participate in the Cuju competition on April [-]th?" ? We still need someone.”

Cuju is something that everyone in Shengjing knows how to play, especially the dandies who hang out on the streets. They are particularly good at Cuju. Compared with them, Mo Yu's skills are much worse. I didn't expect them to ask this question , laughed and said: "Second brother, third brother, I... I'm not very good at it."

The youngest, Mo Xun, said impatiently: "It's okay, just make up the number, and I don't expect you to score goals, as long as you can play better than your elder brother, that's enough."

"Big brother?" Mo Yu was puzzled, "Big brother also wants to participate?"

Mo Jue pinched his left wrist impatiently with his right hand, as if he had left a sequelae, and hummed, "Okay, what are you asking so much for? Practice more when you have nothing to do these two days, so it's settled."

With that said, he turned and went out.

Mo Yu saw the light of the lantern carried by the boy going farther and farther from the small courtyard, and gradually disappeared around the corner of the room, his heart was full of doubts.

It was night, Bailijing and Mo Wen were lying on the same bed, she hardly went out every day, saw few people, talked to few people, and always wanted to find something to say after she lay down.

"Today, the queen mother ordered someone to pass the word that it coincides with the Buddha's birthday month, and she is going to fast for three days at Lingyun Temple in Xiaoshan outside the city to pray for the great prosperity of the country. The queen mother ordered me to go with her. I have to leave early tomorrow morning, about ten days later. Five can come back..."

After Bailijing finished speaking, she turned her head and looked at Mo Wen from the pillow.

Mo Wen listened carefully, and looked sideways at her, but he couldn't speak, and it was very inconvenient to answer. He bent his lips and took her hand, but he didn't immediately write on her palm, but took her hand to his own chest.

It was hot and his chest was open.He held one of Baili Jing's hands with both hands, leaving only one finger, and stroked the open area on his chest.In the past, it was he who wrote in the palm of her hand, and she could recognize it as soon as she put her heart on it. This time, he used her fingers to write on himself, and she had to spend more concentrated attention than before to perceive what he wrote.

One stroke at a time, one stroke at a time, fingertips across his warm chest, he changed each word to another place, although Bailijing's feeling became more and more strange, but because of the words he wrote, he couldn't type. Cut him off, but Mo Wen continued writing without realizing it.

At the end, after a slight pause, Mo Wen continued to write: "Do you understand?"

Bai Lijing nodded in response: "Yeah."

Mo Wen wrote, "Go to Xiaoshan, remember to cover the quilt when you sleep at night, it's cold on the mountain, don't freeze. Take Mulian and sleep with her, you don't sleep well, the quilt often kicks off, and you like to cross your legs , I don’t worry about it. Also, no matter how bad the vegetarian meal in the temple is, you have to eat enough, and you can make up for it when you come back.”

It's a very ordinary order, but it is careful and thoughtful. When it comes to her little problem, although there is some blame, but the attitude is always tolerant, even slightly petting.

Bai Lijing said "um" and then didn't know what to say. She had always slept unruly. When she woke up in the morning, her legs would often be on Mo Wen's body. He never said anything about her.

Seeing that she understood, Mo Wen held her hand and brought it to his lips. He put the writing finger on his lips and kissed it lightly. The ten fingers connected to the heart. Although this kiss was very light, it made Bailijing's cheeks twitch. Hot, I instinctively want to withdraw my hand.

As soon as she exerted a little force, Mo Wen let go of her hand, without any intention of entanglement, which made Bailijing very uncomfortable.She lay flat, staring at the bed curtain, biting her lip and thinking about what to say, when suddenly a black shadow came down from above, covering the only light left in the tent.

Mo Wen's lips caught hers accurately, he tilted his head slightly, and his tall nose touched hers.The kiss was very regular, but the lips were pressed against the lips, and then moved away after a short pause, and then lay down again, as if he didn't dare to look at her, fearing that she would get angry, so he simply lay facing the inner side of the bed.

(End of this chapter)