The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 120 The Scorpion Waggles His Tail (1)
Under the strong foot power, Cuju was unbiased, and shot towards Mo Wen's chest like an arrow. Mo Wen's quiet black eyes narrowed slightly, just as he was about to mobilize his internal strength to receive it, but saw a red shadow looming towards him as if falling from the sky In front of him, he took over the fast-moving Cuju with his bare hands.

However, the force of the impact was too great, and the familiar body was bounced away vigorously. He hurriedly stepped back a few steps, bumped his back into his arms, and let out a low snort.

Mo Wen's body froze, his lowered black eyes shrank, and he quickly reached out to support the person in his arms.

"Jing Xiaobai!"

Situ He turned pale with shock, and called out anxiously at the begonia red.

Not only Situ He, but everyone on the court and in the stands were shocked by what they saw. Bai Lijing was wearing a begonia red palace dress, with a fluttering long skirt, her hair was pulled up high, and a colored hair was stuck in her black hair. Feng Jinchai wears a pair of court shoes with embroidered embroidered heads. Only the first princess would dare to make such a publicity in this attire, and this attire should have been sitting on the stands to enjoy the game with the royal family, or to be a grand honor in Lingyun Temple. The country and the country pray for blessings.As a first princess, she should be dignified and virtuous without losing the imperial demeanor, but she didn't fulfill everyone's wish, and rampaged in this place where most women don't want to set foot, but men charge forward!

Bai Lijing caught Situ He's kick with her bare hands, and everyone present was a little terrified. Smart people would hide, no matter how poor they were, they would use their feet to borrow strength. Who would be so stupid as to accept it impartially.

Bailijing stabilized her figure, panted heavily, threw the Cuju in her hand on the ground, tilted her head and coughed, a trace of blood leaked from the corner of her lips, she raised her sleeve and wiped it casually, then turned to face Shang Mo and asked eyes, and asked softly, "Are you hurt?"

As soon as she threw it, Situ He's shot was considered a defeat, and he didn't score.

Mo Wen looked down at her, without a trace of a smile on his lips, completely different from his usual gentleness, Bai Lijing only thought that he was frightened, took his hand, held it tightly, and turned to face her. Said in the stands: "Father, the son-in-law is not in good health. It has been more than half of the match, so I have to rest. My son-in-law asks to replace the son-in-law."

The people in the stands looked at Baili Jing and then at Emperor Jing Yuan. The royal team inserted a man in the middle, causing the black team, which had no doubt of victory, to concede a goal. This should be considered a foul.

However, Emperor Jing Yuan was not angry at all, his majestic and sharp eyes seemed to be smiling, and asked: "Jing'er, how can you play for your husband with this red makeup?"

This question is the meaning of permission.

Bai Lijing knelt down and said thanks: "Thank you, father, for your success! I just went to change clothes, please rest for a while."

After finishing speaking, she pulled Mo Wen towards the corner gate on the east side. She was so familiar with this Cuju field that she knew where to go without the eunuch's guidance.

Mo Wen was led by her, his expression still not slowing down, his brows were slightly furrowed.

Situ He's panicked call didn't get a response from Baili Jing, his heart felt uncomfortable, his throat was stuck, no one explained, and he didn't care about anyone's eyes, he raised his foot and chased in the direction Baili Jing was going away In the past, Li Shu couldn't hold him back, and stomped his feet angrily on the spot: "Hey! Hey! Where are you going?! You traitor!"

After entering the corner gate, Bailijing changed into the royal jersey, but the internal officials said that the new boots prepared in the Cuju field were not enough to replace her embroidered shoes, and the shoes of their servants and maids were not very clean, so they looked at it embarrassingly. Watching Bailijing, waiting for her to get angry.

Bai Lijing was not angry, walked to Mo Wen who was sitting quietly, knelt down and said, "Take off your boots and let me wear them."

Mo Wen's jersey hadn't been changed yet, his back was drenched with sweat, and it was chilly, he didn't know what he was thinking, his face was pale and absent-minded.Hearing what Bailijing said, he had no objection, and raised his feet obediently, and Bailijing took off the boots on both feet for him.

Immediately, the internal officer brought Mo Wen the shoes he wore himself in the morning and asked him to change them on.Facing Bailijing's feet again, she put layers of cotton wool in the boots that Mo Wen took off, and then handed them back to Bailijing, who then put them on her feet and barely fit them. It is much more convenient than court shoes with high soles.

While bending over to put on the other one, Baili Jing ordered, "Take your son-in-law to change the sweaty jersey."

The internal officer agreed, leaned over to Mo Wen, and made a respectful "please" gesture.

Mo Wen looked at the boots on Bailijing's feet, frowned deeper and tighter, got up and followed the officer to the back room to change clothes.

As soon as Baili Jing put on her boots, Situ He rushed in, took her hand hastily, and said, "Jing Xiaobai, let me see!"

Bai Lijing immediately clenched her hands into fists, not letting him look at her palms, she struggled vigorously, pushed Situ He's hand away, and didn't stop looking at him at first.

Such an obvious refusal caused Situ He a sudden pain in his heart. He choked up his voice and repeated every word: "Jing Xiaobai, let me see your hand."

Bai Lijing clenched her hands tightly, turned her head to look at Situ He, deep disappointment flashed in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "He, you want to kill him, you really want to kill him... ...If he is hit by your ball, he will really die!"

"So what if you don't survive! If he dies, you will be free!" Situ He shouted angrily.

Bai Lijing bit her lip, and asked back: "So, you asked your mother to take me to Lingyun Temple? You just want to distract me so that you can deal with Mo Wen? In previous years, you would never participate in Cuju competitions. You have so many people to deal with him alone." Man, every ball is thrown at him, he is just a sick person, how does he hide? Where does he hide?! Hey, why did you become like this! I don’t want you to become like this! I am free now, in the future I'm fine, why do you always think I'm having a bad time? Why do you always worry about me?!"

She slammed on Situ He's heart with a louder tone than the last. Situ He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. After a while, he smiled wryly: "Yeah, why, why is it always so painful?" Do you want to worry about you? Jing Xiaobai, first Han Ye, then Mo Wen, whoever you like is dead set, wishing the sky would fall and take care of them. The older I get, the more annoying you are, like an old lady Whispering in your ears, afraid that you will be hurt, afraid that you will suffer, afraid that you will be let down, but in the end, in your heart, they are all more important than me, right? You are willing to be hurt, willing to suffer, but you are not willing to let me rest assured ..."

Situ He continued talking until he couldn't continue anymore. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Mo Wen's navy blue clothes coming out from the inside. Situ He didn't look at Bailijing's expression, and suddenly turned around and entered the corridor, returning to the Cuju field.

Bai Lijing instinctively stretched out her hand to tug on Situ He's sleeve, but Situ He walked so fast that she didn't catch it. There were tears in the corner of her eyes, and she raised her hand to wipe it away before it slipped down.Hearing footsteps behind her, Bai Lijing turned her head, smiled at Mo Wen who was walking up, "I'm going to the competition, let the internal officer show you to sit on the stage?"

(End of this chapter)