The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 44
Mo Yu has a stubborn temper and hard bones, enduring bursts of scorching sun, he didn't ask Mulian for a word.

"In such a short time, have you finished eating a box of candied fruit?" Baili Jing asked in surprise when she saw Mo Wen holding an empty lacquered wooden box when she returned to the hut.

Mo Wen was the same as when she left, still leaning against the head of the bed, as if he hadn't moved half a step.Seeing her asking, he looked at her with dazed eyes, with a slight smile on his lips, his plain and ordinary appearance was enhanced a lot by these eyes and the corners of his lips, showing a morbid coquettishness.Before Mo Wen, Bai Lijing had never seen this kind of flair, it seemed to come out from the bottom of her heart, and it was even more confusing because she was slightly drunk.

He opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, pursed his lips in frustration, took Bai Lijing's hand but didn't write, but held her finger and pressed it to his cold lips, from beginning to end, His slightly drunk eyes stared at Bailijing without blinking, full of anticipation.

Bai Lijing frowned, she didn't understand what he meant, so she asked, "What do you want to say?"

Mo Wen was slightly disappointed, and gently stroked his lips with her finger, as if tasting something.

Bai Lijing became more and more confused, but she was still very patient, and said softly: "Write it down, I don't understand."

Mo Wen frowned even more disappointed, and had no choice but to spread her palm, writing with her fingertips very slowly and carefully, only two words——

"very sour."

"So... sour?" Baili Jing carefully paid attention to Mo Wen's fingers, followed his gestures and said softly, her thoughts slowed down with his movements, and she couldn't help but raised her head and asked with a questioning tone: " What's so sour?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly went dark, Mo Wen's face was caught off guard, and he pressed her lips into his mouth. The sour taste of green plums in sugar water that is unique to the south of the Yangtze River spread from between Mo Wen's lips and teeth... It really was so sour.

He couldn't tell, so he simply didn't say anything and told her in the most direct way.

Bailijing was completely unprepared, her eyes widened, and she instinctively reached out to push him away, but Mo Wen let go before she could make a move. His quiet black eyes looked into her eyes innocently, and there was nothing wrong with her. With the slightest awareness of doing something wrong, he opened his mouth and said silently: "It's so... sour..."

After finishing speaking, Mo Wen frowned, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips lightly, took Bailijing's hand, and held it coquettishly, repeatedly writing "sour" and "sour" on her palm. "...

After the intimate kiss just now, Bai Lijing looked at Mo Wen with a little scrutiny, but after a while she was relieved, what is there to care about with a drunk cripple?If Mo Wen was really shrewd and knew how to measure and control people's hearts, then how could he have fallen so low in the past ten years?The only explanation is that what he revealed at this moment was his true nature, he was only different from usual when he was drunk, and that kiss was not intentional.

She suddenly remembered the time on Lutai Mountain, she and Mulian played tricks on Xiao Hei, and fed him thick sour plum juice. After Xiao Hei finished drinking, he kept running around in the cage, lying on Han Ye's body with his short legs. Fingers, sticking out a small pink tongue desperately licking.She and Mu Lian laughed heartily, Han Ye looked at her helplessly and sighed, but his eyes were always full of affection, so she was confident and fearless even if she did bad things, she knew that Han Ye couldn't bear to scold her ...

Now, the fat white rabbit "Xiao Hei" has long been thrown away, and the past has become a joke that no one remembers.

What is a kiss?
She doesn't care, so it doesn't matter.

Bailijing's expression returned to normal, she pressed the back of Mo Wen's hand, and comforted her with a good temper: "I'll go and pour you a cup of tea, it won't be sour after drinking it."

She got up to leave, but Mo Wen grabbed her arm and refused to let it go. During the tugging, Bai Lijing saw the bruises on the side of his neck, so she stretched out her hand involuntarily, and brushed away the messy hair around Mo Wen's neck. , opened his plain collar, suddenly, a big bruise was exposed, and the injury was serious, she frowned and asked: "What's wrong here? Did you fall? Does it hurt?"

As soon as her fingertips touched, Mo Wen's body shrank, his neck tilted, slightly avoiding her fingers, his innocent black eyes were full of sadness.With the strength of wine, Mo Wen no longer remained indifferent and forbearing as before, but lifted up his sleeves aggrievedly, and showed Baili Jing the bruises on his elbows.

His body was full of bruises, and seeing Bailijing feel sore, if she said she felt sorry, before Mo Wen, she had never felt sorry for anyone, and it was always others who cared about her.

Because the people around her are so powerful, whether it is the father, the queen, or Han Ye and He, they can handle everything properly.Even though He was fined this time and received a hundred military sticks, she still felt that He was a mighty and great general, he would not stay weak forever, and he would definitely get better.

Ke Mo asked differently.

He has never been strong.

He has been neglected and bullied for more than ten years, and she doesn't know whether these injuries on his body at this moment are accidental today, or have been there for the past ten years.

"How did you do it?" Baili Jing asked in a soft voice like coaxing a child.

Mo Wen lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to look at her. Seeing that she was silent for a while, he quickly raised his head again, glanced at her and then avoided, and wrote in her hand: "Yuanshan...they slept soundly at night, I was thirsty and no one was around, and... I couldn't call them, so I just got out of bed by myself, and I would often fall..."

After finishing writing, he coughed weakly a few times, his face was pale, and he leaned against the head of the bed to pant heavily, obviously extremely tired.

Bailijing wrapped her arms around his waist to help him calm down, and Mo Wen just pushed the boat into her arms with peace of mind, counting secretly in his heart, and sure enough, after a while, he heard Bailijing hesitantly say: "In the future night I will sleep with you, and if you want to drink water, I will pour it for you. Those slaves have all developed a bad temper, bullying the weak and fearing the hard, and they refuse to take it seriously when they see the master is easy to bully. If you don’t punish them, it will be a big deal in the future !"

A smile appeared on Mo Wen's lips, and he wrapped his arms around Baili Jing's slender and soft waist in a logical way, and rubbed her neck affectionately, expressing his acquiescence to her words.However, after only a moment, he stopped laughing, his dark eyes shot sharply at the entrance of the room, and his lips became tighter and tighter.

"Jing Xiaobai, I..." Mulian stepped into the inner room, the smile on her face froze, she opened her mouth wide and looked at the harmonious scene in front of her in disbelief——Mo Wen leaned her head on Jing Xiaobai's shoulder with her eyes closed , The two of them were very close, as if they were rubbing each other's ears.

If it is said that Jing Xiaobai and General He are a pair of people, a man and a woman are a natural pair, now this scene is a bit dazzling, because Mu Lian found that this scene is also very warm, but the strong person has become Jing Xiao Bai, and Mo Wen is weak.

Mulian walked to Bailijing's side lightly, and was about to reach out to hold her, when Mo Wen suddenly opened his eyes, and his quiet eyes were calm.

(End of this chapter)