The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 133 Talking (2)
Emperor Jing Yuan took another handkerchief that the court lady had changed, and while continuing to wipe it for Baili Jing, he raised his hand and said, "Consort Jing, excuse me."

Concubine Li Gui stood by the bed, looked Mo Wen up and down for a while, and then said: "Mr. Jing, do you know why Jing'er is sick?"

Mo Wen looked at Concubine Li with his quiet black eyes, and shook his head ignorantly with a smile on his lips.

Concubine Li Gui was about to continue talking, but Baili Jing on the embroidered bed groaned, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes and woke up, Emperor Jing Yuan leaned forward and called, "Jing'er?"

Bailijing frowned, and her voice was weak: "Father..." The next moment, seeing the tall figure standing by the bed, she was about to sit up, and said anxiously: "Mo Wen?! Cough cough..."

When I got excited, I couldn't stop coughing, and my voice was much louder than before.

Emperor Jing Yuan looked back at Mo Wen, sighed, and reached out to pat Baili Jing's head, with a hint of helplessness in his usual majestic and forceful voice: "Jing'er, never compare your patience with your mother, no one can compare with you!" Pass her. Do you understand?"

Before Baili Jing answered, Emperor Jing Yuan had already got up, and asked Mo: "The girl is not allowed to stay. I am much happier seeing my husband than seeing my father. I will go back first. Jing's son-in-law is taking good care of Jing'er. This girl Stubborn and disobedient, my son-in-law should take care of her more, if she makes any mistakes, just tell me, I will decide everything."

Mo Wen bowed his head obediently, without a trace of flamboyance or disobedience in his body, his expression was flat, neither sad nor happy, he was a useless person who was the most powerless to resist living at the bottom of the upper class society.

Emperor Jing Yuan looked at him, sighed silently, and walked out with big strides. Concubine Li looked at Bai Lijing on the embroidered bed, grabbed Mo Wen's arm, and pulled Mo Wen two steps closer. He smiled ambiguously and said: "You two have a good talk, these days are getting worse and worse, who can guess what will happen tomorrow?"

Bailijing was out of breath and coughed even worse. Before she had an attack, Concubine Li stopped her mouth, held her head high and stretched out her hand to the eunuch at the side, and said with a leisurely smile, "Go back to the palace, it's raining, my palace Go to Zhaohui Hall to see His Royal Highness Seven."

The thick-soled shoes of the palace will make a "click, click" sound when they step on the ground. In order to show their noble status and distinguish the strict levels, only concubines and princesses in the palace can wear this kind of shoes. Therefore, "click" Tap, tap, the piercing sound became smaller and smaller as Concubine Li gradually moved away.

When Bai Lijing saw Mo Wen, all the uneasiness in her heart jumped out, and she had an illusion in a trance. She didn't know if he was really standing in front of her, or if he had been assassinated by his mother, and he didn't even care about it with Concubine Li. , She was unable to stand up, so she could only stretch out a hand towards Mo Wen.

Mo Wen took two steps forward, lightly held Baili Jing's gauze-wrapped hand, and sat down on the edge of the bed.Seeing this scene, the court lady Xiaoyue Anxiang and others looked at each other and quietly retreated, as if a long-lost lover had thousands of things to say.

The warmth of each other's palms could not be felt through the gauze wrapped around the palms, Bai Lijing tightened her fingertips, forced herself to smile and said, "Mo Wen, is it really you?"

After being exposed to the rain and the cold, her voice was completely hoarse, and her voice was no longer clear, hoarse and unpleasant.

Mo Wen sat by the bed, staring at her for a long time with his quiet black eyes, he didn't speak or write, but leaned over abruptly, and kissed her lips eagerly but not rudely, not as lightly as in the past. Instead of touching, they kissed very hard, and soon, the lips of both of them were wet.

He didn't make her unable to breathe, he let go in a moderate manner, and his thin lips pressed against her slightly swollen eyes from crying, leaving a deep mark.

Bailijing didn't resist, and she was powerless to resist at all. Mo Wen held her hand, brought it to his chest, and wrote stroke by stroke: "It hurts."

Afraid that she would not understand, he pointed to his heart again and wrote: "It hurts here."

This kind of action, this kind of strength, Mo Wen was right.

Mo Wen didn't reject Baili Jing's kiss this time, nor did she feel any discomfort, she accepted it frankly, Mo Wen was still alive, she felt so at ease.

Her arms wrapped around Mo Wen's hanging neck, and Bai Lijing hugged him tightly, crying and smiling, "I don't hurt, and you shouldn't either."

Mo Wen hugged her tightly, his heart became hotter and hotter, his lips pressed against her ear, and he opened his mouth to call out: "Jing..."

He only called out one word, and his voice was even hoarse and unpleasant than Baili Jing's.

Bailijing was startled for a moment, then withdrew from his embrace, and looked up at him in astonishment: "Mo Wen, did you just say something?"

Mo Wen's eyes dodged, and the expression on his face was mixed with unspeakable pain.

"The imperial doctor said that your throat was hurt and irritated, which led to aphasia. If you want to speak, tell me, one word or two, tell me..." Bai Lijing straightened She looked at Mo Wen's face, met his eyes, and coaxed.

Mo Wen stared at her pale face, another woman's fuzzy face flashed in his mind, and there was a sharp pain in his throat, but he still opened his mouth, his lips trembling, and after a long, long time, trembling, he uttered a broken voice: " Jing...Jing'er..."

These two words are hard to hear, almost harsh, and can easily scare a child to tears.It doesn't matter if you can talk, it's better not to say anything and continue to be a mute, so that you won't be rejected by others.

After hearing this, Bailijing smiled, and suddenly felt heavy eyelids, tilted her head, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Wen lightly raised his hand, and lightly brushed her fragile cheek with the back of his finger, his squinted eyes flashed a cold light like cold waves and smoke, and all the smiles on his lips were wiped away. He suddenly coughed heavily, The fist against his lips was stained with a trace of bright red blood, which was extremely glaring.

He didn't open his mouth for three years, and only uttered with his lips or internal force. Now, the first time he opened his mouth, it was a woman's name. Could it be that he was really possessed?
Is it still too late, get out and leave now?

After asking himself, Mo Wen laughed at himself and swallowed the blood in his throat.

Why bother, fool?

A trash that everyone hates, you neither love him, nor have him, let him die, and it must die by your hands, why do you have to do this for him?Do you really think that you are a body made of iron, that no matter how many hardships you experience, you can be strong?
The previous question finally had an answer. What would she do if the person who wanted to deal with him was her queen mother or her old lover?
She never gave up on him, she guarded him unswervingly, she did not hesitate to turn against her closest relatives and put herself in such an embarrassing and passive situation.

But, fool, if I'm just a marriage partner, a trash you think you should take responsibility for, instead of your heart and lifelong love, then, for me, it should be an eternal regret.

If you can't win your heart, then exchange my heart for yours. Although my heart is not bright and clear, but at least...complete, and I have never given it to anyone.

(End of this chapter)