The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 135 Sister Jing'er
Situ He didn't move, and said bluntly: "Your Majesty and Concubine Li have both visited Jing Xiaobai in Jinhua Palace, won't Auntie go and see? She definitely wants to see you."

Empress Situ didn't answer, but straightened up and walked slowly to the window, watching the heavy rain pouring down in the palace, mercilessly wet the green banana leaves.

"He'er, it's time for poppies on the northwest border to open this season, right?"

Situ He didn't understand why she suddenly asked such a question, and was about to answer, when Empress Situ said with a smile: "Liuguang is easy to throw people away, the cherries are red, and the plantains are green..."

Situ He understood that this was not meant for him, the aunt was just asking and answering herself.

In the evening, when the showers had just stopped, the sky had already darkened. The lights in Jinhua Palace were turned on, and the maids brought dinner one after another. Mo Wen ate some light rice porridge, and then fed Bai Lijing to drink Half a bowl, her hands are festered, and the injuries on her back can vary. Now she can't move at all.

After dinner, Mu Lian wanted to go in to take care of Bai Lijing, but was held back by the court ladies Xiaoyue and Anxiang, who whispered, "The princess and the son-in-law are going to rest, what are you going in for?"

Mulian entered the palace late, but because of Bailijing's relationship, she got along very well with these maids. Now, when they stopped her, she couldn't refute, so she had to be dragged by them to the outer room, leaving Bailijing and Mo Wen and the two were in the inner room.

After being exposed to the rain and cold, the dizziness was better, but the wound was so painful that Bailijing couldn't sleep. She woke up in the middle of the night and touched her side. Immediately, a hand gently held her hand, carefully avoiding the wound on her back. Holding her in his arms, he still didn't speak, his palms were still warm and not hot enough, but on this gradually warming summer night, Bai Lijing felt inexplicably at ease.

Why is it so old?
It's just a process of gradually compromising and getting used to from one person's embrace to another's embrace. That process is the legendary "forever".

She smelled the scent of medicine on the people around her, and said softly, "Mo Wen, do you feel unwell? Did you get hurt yesterday in the Cuju field?"

Mo Wen lowered his head and put his forehead against hers, he shook his head lightly, she knew it when he touched it.

Bai Lijing curled her lips: "That's good. If you feel uncomfortable or encounter anything wrong, please tell me. Don't be afraid to cause me trouble, you know?"

Their foreheads were pressed together, their faces were very close, and their breathing could be heard. When she spoke, her breath brushed against his lips, which was extraordinarily intimate and ambiguous.

Mo Wen was confused, and didn't care to listen to what she said, but slowly moved closer to her half-opened and half-closed lips, and sucked her half-closed lips reluctantly, as if tasting the most delicate Delicious dim sum, reluctant to taste it all in one bite, lick a little bit and lick a little bit until you taste the essence.

Don't talk about love, he still doesn't talk about love, and it goes without saying, he expresses it with actions.He is so weak, so good-natured, just kissing his injured wife, what's wrong with him?Could she push him away rudely?

The bedroom is lit with soothing incense to help sleep, and the lingering fragrance floats in the tent. Although they can't see each other's faces, they can deeply feel each other's breath and smell.

Bai Lijing tilted her head slightly, but still did not avoid it, Ren Mowen kissed her affectionately.Mo Wen's lips were unusually soft, but slightly warmer, completely different from the kiss of the man she was familiar with.

In love, when you like someone to a certain extent, you will always desire to get close to him, closer, and closer, and you can no longer tell whether those kisses were initiated by her or Han Ye. However, no matter which party started, Can get the other party's non-perfunctory response.

Maybe it was because they were in love at that time, she liked Han Ye, and Han Ye liked her too.It wasn't like Mo Wen's gentle probing touch, who was cautious as if she was afraid that she would push him away at any time, Han Ye's kiss was certain, his eyes were indifferent and reliable, his lips were sweet and strong, and she could only feel her kiss from within one kiss. You can clearly see the beautiful appearance of the future, his arms are around her shoulders, around her waist, and she is allowed to move irregularly in his arms.

People are so nostalgic and mean, she didn't think about it deliberately, but everything about that person appeared in her mind, reminding her how illusory and unbelievable everything is now.

She can be punished a hundred times for Mo Wen, and she can be scarred for Mo Wen, but she can't convince herself that this person - this dumb, sick child who can't speak, is the love of her rest of her life, and her marriage with him , on the premise of love, she married happily, was willing to conceive him for ten months and give birth to an heir, and was willing to believe that the white head would never leave...

No, these, before she was 16 years old, she believed that, with a girlish heart, she thought about getting married with that person and holding hands with white hair.But now, even if she shares the bed with another person, even if she and her husband hold the same eyebrows, it is hard to agree.

Just because, this is not the most perfect future she has imagined, absolutely not.

When two people are kissing intimately, if only one of them tries hard to please while the other is distracted, it is easy to show flaws, not to mention that she doesn't intend to perfunctory at all, and her thoughts are as meticulous as ink, how could she not detect it?In the darkness, her eyes lost their luster and were all gray.

How is that any different than kissing a dead, scarred fish?
Immediately, Mo Wen lost all his appetite, and could no longer taste any sweetness.

He held those soft lips and stroked them carefully with his teeth. He really wanted to bite her hard, make her hurt, let her remember, and let her stop thinking about others all the time.

But he can't bite.

Mo Wen let go of her pretending not to know, kissed her eyes lightly, then stepped back a little distance, but his arms were still around her, and the other hand lightly held her injured palm, caring for her carefully.

Under the hypnosis of An Shenxiang, Bai Lijing gradually fell asleep, but the drowsy Mo Wen suddenly opened his eyes, because a figure walked by outside the gauze tent, as if he was peeping at something.

Mo Wen curled his lips into a smile, Mu Lian was too much of a hindrance, the seemingly most harmless crazy girl was the most powerful eyeliner, and the person who laid the ambush was too bold to use such means to cover up people's eyes and ears.

Let the concubine princess not marry, marry a concubine princess from a lowly background, and she will be broken, but she has placed the most brilliant spy by her side, Prince Jinyang, what are you going to do?Or... want to get something from her?
Be puzzled.

According to the personality of a fool, what Han Ye wants, she is not willing to give?The heart is given to Han Ye, the person is given to Han Ye, and even the dense wounds are all given to Han Ye.

After thinking about it, he suddenly complained, looked down at the sleeping face of the girl who was close at hand, Mo Wen frowned slightly, his heart was slightly blocked, what else was left for him?What more could he want from this broken and scarred man?
Forget it, even if it was a gamble, he accepted it.

(End of this chapter)