The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 174 Kill two birds with one stone (2)
Mo Yuben is a master of calligraphy and painting. Apart from calligraphy, his painting skills are not inferior to court painters. After the painting is finished, he finally draws a pen and writes two lines of small characters on the side of the person in the painting: "The reeds are green, the white dew is frost, the so-called Yiren, On the water side."

Mo Yu looked down at the paintings spread out on the table, Yiren was independent, dressed in fresh clothes and angry with horses, with a proud expression and a beautiful face... He forgot to put down the ink brush in his hand, and just stared at the person in the painting, unconsciously infatuated. Now, a soft smile bloomed on his lips, but he didn't have evil thoughts like those disciples. The so-called Yiren, on the side of the water, he was just thinking innocently.

Looking at it, for a long time, sadness came from it, no matter how good this painting is, no matter how much her charm is drawn, he can't give it to her, and he can't even let anyone see it. This is a violation of ethics. .

The candlelight was dim, and Mo Yu suddenly felt tired, his eyelids were twitching, when he heard footsteps walking towards him.Mo Yu looked up, and saw that in the half-darkness, the person in the painting he was thinking of was walking towards him step by step. The expression on his face was not her usual indifference, but the one that winked like silk in the peach blossom forest in the side courtyard that day. A pair of beautiful eyes fixed on him, with a shy but sweet smile on his lips.

Mo Yu stayed where he was until she walked up to him, took another step closer and snuggled into his arms... Maybe he didn't make a sound for a while, and the person in his arms asked: "Why, don't you want to see me? If you don't want to, I'm leaving." Saying that, she wanted to get out of his arms.

Mo Yu was anxious, and quickly stretched out his arms to hug her slender waist: "Don't go!"

The feeling of her being in his arms was so real, Mo Yu couldn't help hugging him even tighter, muttering to himself: "Even if it's a dream, let me dream for a while, don't go, don't go..."

After hearing this, the person in the arms stretched out his hand to push him away, walked back towards the bed, pointed his fingers and said: "If you like me, you can stay with me tonight, you... dare you?"

Maybe he didn't dare in reality, but in the dream he became the most daring person. Mo Yu was absolutely sure that he was in the dream, so he followed his own mind, abandoned all the harsh judgments of the world, and chased after him without hesitation with a smile. In the past, he took her hand and said boldly: "I love you, why don't you dare!"

As soon as the vow was made, the man's peach blossom-like lips pressed against him, and the woman's delicate body cuddled tightly in his arms, which made the indifferent young man throb. Following his instinct, he held her face, kissed her lips tremblingly, and responded to her lingering kiss awkwardly.

He kissed and coaxed, feeling so happy in his heart, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, he only knew that his beloved was in his arms, even if he died in a dream, he would have no regrets.

The red gauze tent is warm.

Standing outside the tent was a black figure, listening to the sound on the bed, but his face was extremely calm, he was about to leave, but found the painting on the desk, he couldn't help walking over, waiting to see who the person in the painting was, then Heiying narrowed his eyes, and silently read the small words: "The so-called Yiren is on the side of the water..."

I didn't understand why the master did this at first, but now I finally understand most of it. As a brother, he still misses his sister-in-law. In the dead of night, he secretly painted her portrait. After being poisoned by hallucinations, what he was thinking in his heart was undoubtedly the person in the painting. According to the character of the master, how can he let others miss his wife?
However, did he make such a move just to get rid of his brother who had an affair with his wife?If this is the case, anyone can be the person on the bed, why bother to spend so much trouble and leave hidden dangers?
If the master doesn't tell, she can't ask.Hei Ying frowned, and glanced at the messy torn clothes under the bed, reached out and rolled up the picture on the table, put it in his sleeve, and jumped out through the half-open window.

The night is dark.

The water in the "Fengyi Pond" has been changed many times, and it was completely clear in the middle of the night. When the medicinal herbs floating on the surface were removed, the white jade at the bottom of the pool could be seen.

After soaking in the pool for ten hours, no matter how strong Bailijing's stamina was, she couldn't bear it. What's more, her previous injury hadn't healed yet, and the arm holding Mo Wen unknowingly relaxed. She slowly slid into the water along the wall of the pool, until the water overflowed her mouth and nose, she didn't even know how to call out.

People were hiding under the medicinal herbs, and their sight was blocked. The white jade was smooth, and they couldn't get up if they lost their strength. She was struggling, and a shadow approached her, and it caught her lips accurately under the water.

Finally, the breath in the mouth was sucked by her, and the tongues of each other touched together, and the shadows carried her and surfaced upwards. People who have no experience in swimming would lose their heads once they drowned. Whether up or down.

After coming out of the water, Bailijing coughed vigorously, her breathing was finally stable, she raised her head, and was stunned for a moment, Mo Wen's pale face was reflected by the night pearl by the pool, he was very close to her, her breath could be heard, and she didn't speak , just looked at her, with a gentle smile she was familiar with, as if the great sorrow and joy in the world were nothing but a trivial matter in front of him.

Bai Lijing stayed there for a long time, suddenly her eyes got wet, and she said hoarsely, "Mo Wen, you're awake! I... am I dreaming?"

Mo Wen didn't say a word, suddenly lowered his head, and bit her lips hard, Bailijing groaned in pain, and Mo Wen wrote in the palm of her hand: "Does it hurt?"

His eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and he looked at her with a funny look. Bai Lijing's tears fell down, she threw herself into his arms and cried, "It's not a dream, you really woke up! You scared me to death, Mo Wen ,Scared me……"

She was so excited that she spoke incoherently, she was really happy for him to wake up, Mo Wen embraced her, buried his head on her shoulder, his thin lips pressed against her ear, he opened his mouth, and forced out two words from his throat: "Jing...er..."

The ugly and indistinct voice was particularly shocking in the empty dark night. Baili Jing shrank her neck because of his breath, backed away a little distance, and looked at Mo Wen in great surprise: "Mo Wen, what is your name?" My name... and... say more!"

Mo Wen frowned and opened his mouth, but there was no other sound coming out of his throat. He seemed to be very anxious, his face was extremely unnatural, and after a while he made a sound, but it was still "Jing'er", her name.

After he finished yelling, he bowed his head full of apology, only to find that he was only wearing a pair of underwear next to her, his chest was exposed, and he hurriedly retreated, crossing his arms to block himself, but both of his arms were hurt. Injured by an arrow, he couldn't lift it up easily, hit the wall of the pool in pain, and couldn't even stand upright.

"Mo asked!"

Bai Lijing hurriedly stepped forward to hug him: "How is it? Does the wound hurt? The genius doctor said, if you wake up, you have to soak for another hour. Can you stand the heat?"

Summer clothes are thin, not to mention that Baili Jing's clothes have already been soaked, and the girl's beautiful figure is looming, and she is still leaning against his arms so unguardedly, Mo Wen's eyes have long since darkened. Write in the palm of your hand: "Jing'er, I'm not feeling well."

(End of this chapter)