The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 40
"I warn you, if you dare to tell Mo Xiaohei or any living person in Xiangfu what you saw today when you go back, I will cut off your tongue and feed it to my Xiaohei! Do you hear me!"

Back at Xiangfu, Bailijing walked in front, Mulian dragged Shuisheng aside, clenched her fist viciously and warned.

Shuisheng nodded submissively, fearing that her fist would come down, so he turned his head to the side in fright: "Sister Mulian, Shuisheng dare not! I dare not speak out even if I am killed! I dare not!"

"Hmph! You're a smart kid!" Mu Lian let go of his skirt.

After walking so far, Bai Lijing looked back and saw the two of them tugging behind her. She stopped and frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Mulian rushed to respond, and patted the ashes on Shuisheng's shoulder, "Jing Xiaobai, I'm cultivating a relationship with Shuisheng, hehehehe..."

Shui Sheng also smiled ugly: "Yes, yes..."

Bailijing sighed silently, and without waiting for them, she went straight into the side courtyard, Mulian chased after her, and tremblingly discussed: "Jing Xiaobai, I...I won't go to the side courtyard anymore, I'll cook medicine for the son-in-law! "

The noise disappeared, and the ears were finally clean. Bailijing stepped into the peach blossom grove in the side courtyard, and her mood became low again. Peach blossoms and clear water cannot be seen. This side courtyard is not only a place to hide from the world, but also brings her endless guilt. The guilt came from Mo Wen, who was innocently implicated by her.

Walking across the small bridge over the stream and entering the hut surrounded by green bamboos, I heard coughing from afar.Bailijing went in familiarly, and saw Mo Wen lying on the bed, with half of his body stretched out, reaching for the small lacquered wooden box that fell on the ground, but he was not strong enough, although his long arms were stretched out, his waist and back were stretched out. But unable to support the weight of his body, she hurriedly shouted: "Don't move!"

It was still too late to shout, Mo Wen had already rolled off the bed, making a loud "bang".

Bai Lijing hurried over to help him, but Mo Wen's knee and arm fell, and he couldn't move, but he reached out and picked up the small lacquered wooden box, and held it in his arms.He drank alcohol, and his body still smelled of alcohol. Although his eyebrows were slightly frowned because of the pain, his misty black eyes were full of gentle smiles, and he looked up at her calmly.

Bailijing remembered that it was the lacquered wooden box she brought with candied fruit in the morning, and she felt sore in her heart, she held his waist and tried to lift him up, tried several times, and finally moved him to the bed, Panting and asking softly, "Why isn't Yuanshan here?"

Mo Wen put one arm around her waist, his quiet black eyes still looked at her for a moment, with a smile on his lips, maybe it was because of the alcohol, he didn't seem to understand her words, he didn't shake his head, nor Nodding, let alone pulling his hand to write.

Bai Lijing didn't know what he wanted to say, so she handed him her hand and said softly, "Write it to me."

Mo Wen took her hand, but didn't write, but squeezed it gently in the palm of his hand, suddenly looked away and coughed a few times, his face was as pale as paper, after a long time, his other hand opened the lacquered wooden box , picked up a candied fruit and brought it to her lips, looking at her quietly.

Bailijing's heart was soft, she couldn't help but smiled softly, opened her mouth to catch the candied fruit, and naturally picked up one and handed it to him, asking, "Do you like this?"

Mo Wen seemed to understand, held her hand, and sucked the candied fruit between her two fingers. The candied fruit was not big, and his lips touched her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally. Immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mo Wen looked at her extremely calmly, with innocent innocent eyes, as if silently asking.

Catching his gaze, Bailijing immediately suppressed the discomfort in her heart, thought to herself that she was thinking too much, and then she took the initiative to ask, "Does it hurt? Where did you just fall? Leg? Or arm?" Such a loud voice , it is impossible not to hurt.

Mo Wen didn't answer her question, but took her hand, and slowly wrote in her palm: "I'm really useless, I can't do anything well, and I'm causing you trouble..."

What a stupid man he was, he didn't complain when he fell so hard, he thought of himself too low, almost into the dust, he tolerated her again and again, yielded again and again, so tolerant and kind, although he Ordinary-looking and sickly, he is a useless person by nature, but his heart is purer and gentler than anyone else.

Bailijing had a sore nose in an instant, she let go of all her defenses, she couldn't help wrapping her arms around his waist, and leaned lightly on his shoulder, she shook her head, her throat was choked, and her voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mo Wen, I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." She had never felt so guilty towards a person before, she dragged the innocent man into the water with her willfulness, and made irreparable mistakes one after another. Wrong, she had made a big mistake in forcing this marriage on him, she couldn't think of a way to solve it, she could only say sorry again and again.

This is the first time Bailijing called him by his name. In the past, she called him Husband openly in front of people, but she never named him by his name afterward. She said "you" when she opened her mouth. Now, she finally gave him the title , Mo Wen's original plain black eyes instantly became extremely deep, he slowly stretched out his arms to wrap around the person in his arms, his warm fingers ran across her long hair, looking very cautious.

Mo Wen was still wearing the plain clothes that Bailijing put on for him in the morning, and she tied up his hair for him, and even the place where the white jade hairpin was inserted was very familiar, which reminded Bailijing of the past——

There was a moment like this before, but her heart was never so dead at that time. She talked to herself noisily, pestered Han Ye again and again, chirping endlessly: "Han Ye, I can't walk. I don't want to go anymore, my leg hurts so much!"

Han Ye's face was always pale, but he was always so good-tempered. When she rushed over, he caught her, stroked her hair, and asked, "Shall I massage?"

"Yeah!" She simply nodded.

She had to stride and practice every day, but she gradually got used to it. She deliberately tormented him and pretended to be pitiful so that Han Ye could spend more time with her.So Han Ye squatted down and pinched her calf patiently.

They were sitting beside a pool of clear water on the hillside of Lutai Mountain, she held her chin, sometimes looked at Han Ye beside her, and sometimes looked at the shadow of Han Ye in plain white robe reflected in the pool water, both of them were actually him , both made her reluctant to look away.

It's spring, and the peach blossoms on the bank of the pool are in full bloom, attracting butterflies to dance. Occasionally, one or two peach petals fall down, breaking up the white shadows in the pool, and the circles of ripples suddenly fade away. Immediately, the white shadow in the water could not be seen clearly, so she quickly withdrew her eyes and looked at Han Ye who was close at hand, and said sullenly, "Han Ye, I miss you."

Han Ye laughed without raising his head: "I'm right here, what are you thinking?"

"You are here, I still miss you very much." She took it for granted, "Anyway, you are not even allowed to leave my shadow!"

(End of this chapter)