The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 36
He was sitting by the flower bed under the Bodhi tree, his tall stature was short, his first kiss was taken lightly by an 11-year-old girl with a strong desire for knowledge, and she asked him to continue to answer her questions, but he was actually dumbfounded by the questions Wu Yan, this really doesn't look like Shengjing's number one gangster!

Jing Xiaobai's little hand touched his face, then squeezed it again, she blinked her eyes again, and asked persistently: "Hey, why are you blushing?"

Angrily, he took off her two hands, put his arms around her waist and carried her aside, stood up, raised his feet and walked forward: "Jing Xiaobai! You are... so mad at me!"

After walking two steps away, he heard the footsteps behind him following up as before, and then he continued to stride forward, almost subconsciously, he reached out to touch his lips, and licked them carefully with his tongue, as if still You can smell the roasted sweet potatoes on it, yes, she just ate Zhuangyuanqiao's roasted sweet potatoes...

Somehow, from the very beginning, he felt like a deer, and it was even more unforgettable than seeing the beautiful scene in Bibo Pavilion. The girl's big black innocent eyes, and the taste of roasted sweet potatoes appeared in his mind from time to time. smell.

At the age of 16, when Mo Jue was obsessed with the oiran, and his first night was gone, when Li Shu fell in love with Xiao Guan and finally found out that he liked male sex, Situ He's first kiss was inexplicably taken away, making him love Zhuangyuanqiao ever since. I have a deep crush on the roasted sweet potatoes, and even Jing Xiaobai doesn't know the reason.

Time flies by, from spring to summer, the bodhi tree in Fahua Temple becomes luxuriant.It was hot that summer, the cicadas kept singing on the treetops, and the room was still steaming even though ice cubes were put in. During the lunch break, she lay on the same bed with him, and he fanned her with a fan. As soon as his hand stopped, she immediately frowned.

He was lying on his side facing her, fanning his fan, carefully looking at her sleeping face, and began to be filled with melancholy. When she grows up, she must be a stunning beauty, and she is so cute and lively. If he keeps messing around like this, he will not Know who will take her away when she grows up.

The girl's skin is fair, her eyes are closed, her eyelashes are long, her cheeks are fleshy, and her lips are partly parted... The more he looked at it, the more he couldn't move his eyes, and he leaned his head involuntarily, and kissed her gently. His lips were as soft as a dragonfly's touch of water, and he couldn't bear to let go, and his nose seemed to smell the smell of roasted sweet potatoes again.

He smiled lightly and kissed her cheek and eyes again, his right hand holding the fan supported the side of the bed not daring to press her down, his movements were light and light, unexpectedly, she suddenly frowned and raised her hand to hit her , He didn't dodge it, and was slapped on the cheek gently.He was startled, and stared at her with wide eyes, thinking about how to explain, but saw that the girl didn't wake up at all, she was just hot, and blamed his fan for stopping.

He heaved a long sigh of relief, lay back down carefully, and continued to fan her as if nothing had happened. He thought that no one would find out about the secret kiss, but his father outside the window saw it.

During dinner, Jing Xiaobai went back to the palace, and her father, who was always serious about speaking and smiling, asked, "Do you like Jing'er?"

Although he was asking, his father's tone was so certain that he immediately choked on the food and coughed non-stop.

The father didn't wait for his reply, and continued: "No matter how stubborn Jing'er is, she is still the first princess of Daxing Kingdom. Her marriage is related to the face of the entire Daxing Kingdom. If the empress wants to choose a good match for her, that person may be the Great Emperor of West Qin. , or he may be the son of Jinyang Prince, or the number one scholar of this dynasty, or a young hero, or literary and martial arts, the worst is also a brilliant literary talent, but it is absolutely impossible to be you, a gangster who has achieved nothing."

His food stuck in his throat, he forgot to cough, and it was difficult to get up and down.

His mother passed away early, and his father fought all the year round, never caring about his dandies, and this time was no exception, his father did not interfere in his life at all, he let him make his own choice.

Wen Tao Wu Lue... What my father meant was, either join the army or follow the literature.Situ's family is all generals, and his father naturally hoped that his son would inherit his father's career, but on the day his mother died of illness, he swore in his heart that he would never inherit his father's career in this life, and he would never let his wife be like him. The mother died so hopelessly, leaving his young son to guard the empty mourning hall, while his people were far away in the northwest frontier to defend their home and country...

The home is gone, whose country is it guarding?

My father finished his order, and didn't say anything, and he didn't make a sound. He took two mouthfuls of food and went back to the room.

After that day, he didn't care about it on the surface, but he tried his best to flip through a few scriptures in private, wanting to see what a brilliant literary talent looks like. The boring words in the book gave him a headache, but he still had to read it, Wen Taowu Slightly, he can only take this step.

From summer to winter, he took Jing Xiaobai to eat roasted sweet potatoes that day. The two of them were lying on the stone railing of the Zhuangyuan Bridge, and the north wind blew past their cheeks. Turning his head to look at the girl beside him——

She was wearing a bright red cloak, holding sweet potatoes in both hands, the palms of which were blackened.Jing Xiaobai doesn't like sweets, but she loves sweet potatoes very much, especially in winter, when she tore off the scorched outer skin, the sweet potato heart inside is tender yellow and steaming, floating with the white air exhaled from her mouth Walk.

She suddenly raised her head and asked him, "He, why are you unhappy?"

He asked nonchalantly: "How do you know I'm not happy?"

Jing Xiaobai took a bite of the sweet potato, opened her mouth so hot, and swallowed it after a long while, looked over with her bright black eyes, and replied casually: "Recently, you don't like to laugh."

After hearing this, he was stunned. These days, his mind was full of his father's words and the four books and five classics that he couldn't understand, but he really didn't pay attention to his expression.

He didn't know how to speak for a moment, so he bent down and reached out his hand to wipe off the black dust on Jing Xiaobai's lips, but he didn't want his own hands to be clean, and he wiped more and more, so he was cruel and wiped half of her face Discredited, he bared his teeth freely: "It's even more beautiful now! No one dares to ask Jing Xiaobai anymore!"

Jing Xiaobai has never been sloppy, and she will not cry easily like other girls when she is smeared. With half of her dark face on her face, she continued to bite the sweet potato. One word: "boring."

He was still baring his teeth, but his smile was almost invisible.Situ's family has always acted in an upright manner. If he doesn't understand the scriptures, he just can't understand them. He won't seek an official position in the court because of his family background. His disposition is too arrogant, so he can't say the words in his heart— —

Jing Xiaobai, if you can't do it, you won't be able to do it. Even if I stay with you for a long time, I won't be able to marry you. What should I do?

Suddenly, a row of soldiers in black armor walked by on the street. They walked across the street with uniform steps and without turning their eyes.The soldiers who defended their homes and the country had a unique demeanor, and the eyes of the people along the way followed them involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)