The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 50
The room was silent, Bailijing sat down on the chair in front of the window, bent over and pinched her right calf, and bandaged it briefly, it didn't hurt as much as when she just pulled out the broken porcelain pieces...

"Cough cough..."

Mo Wen on the bed suddenly coughed, and stretched out his hand from the tent, trying to grab something.

Bai Lijing hurriedly got up and walked forward, held his hand, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Wen had already woken up. In the dim light, his eyes were much clearer than when he was drunk. He looked at her calmly and gently, with an obvious smile on his lips. With a forceful hand, he pulled her to sit on the bedside. Down.

Mo Wen coughed again, his throat hoarse, and he wrote in her hand: "Thirsty."

Bai Lijing suddenly said: "Okay, I'll get you a glass of water."

After speaking, he got up and went to the table to pour water. Mo Wen's eyes followed her back and noticed that her steps were slightly unsteady when she stepped off the pedals.

Bai Lijing soon turned back, bowed her waist, held the porcelain cup in one hand, and helped him with the other. Mo Wen supported the bed with both arms, and sat up after a long time. She stuffed a soft pillow behind his back, Brushing away the messy hair on his face, he handed the water glass to his lips.

Mo Wen took a sip and turned his head away, frowning.

Only then did Bailijing come to her senses, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, the water is a bit hot, wait..." The water in the cup was cooled bit by bit with each mouthful of breath, and when it was brought to Mo Wen's lips, he did not He opened his mouth to accept it, but held the porcelain cup together with her hand.Then, with his other hand, he took the white porcelain cup away, stretched out his long arm, and placed it on the high table beside the bed.

His big hand squeezed her small hand, Bai Lijing thought he was going to write again, but he didn't, instead, he kneaded her palm repeatedly with his thumb, but lowered his head slightly, and carefully blow...

Bai Lijing finally understood what he meant, the tea was hot, and her hands were even hotter, she didn't say it, but he knew it.It doesn't matter whether she drinks water or not, he cares about her pain or not.

All the grievances and unspeakable pains she suffered during the day finally got a sliver of comfort at this moment. She didn't take back her hand, and let Mowen hold it, and let him continue to blow it clumsily and carefully. The slightly cold fingertips and the cool breath, The palm of her hand, which had been deliberately scalded like self-torture, gradually returned to its original temperature.

Now, it seems that only in front of this man, Bailijing can hold her head up a little bit. He doesn't laugh at her, doesn't blame her, his temper is too good.And only in front of this man, she was full of distress and guilt, and wanted to do more things for him, step by step back down, and give more compensation without a bottom line.

When the heat in her palm finally dissipated, Mo Wen sighed and wrote on her palm: "Be careful next time, don't hurt yourself."

Drunk Mo Wen is like an unreasonable child, acting coquettishly and playing tricks at will, but Mo Wen is a mature man when he is sober, he knows how to be gentle and considerate, slowly spreading out a timid childish heart, With plain but delicate tenderness.

Bailijing smiled lightly, nodded and said, "I know."

Mo Wen was very dissatisfied and wrote again: "Fool, you don't know, you make me very worried."

"What are you worried about?" Bai Lijing asked without caring what he called her.

A wry smile appeared on Mo Wen's lips, he swiped his finger a few times and then paused, thought for a while, and continued to write: "My first three wives have all passed away, and the fortune teller said that I committed the crime of Baihu, I am worried... hurt you."

Touching Mo Wen's black eyes full of tenderness and sadness, Baili Jing couldn't help but froze.The reason why she married Mo Wen at the beginning was because he beat his wife. She was already discouraged about love and marriage, so she deliberately ruined herself. It's not bad for the famous widower Ke to die. She wants to look at Han Ye and regret it, so that he will have no peace for the rest of his life, and let him remember her all his life.

However, most of all illusions will be shattered. Her self-torture and self-destruction are all based on Han Ye's care and concern. Now, Han Ye doesn't care, no matter how miserable her death is, it is just a joke in Han Ye's eyes.

The longer she was silent, the darker Mo Wen's eyes became, but he couldn't see clearly against the light.Bai Lijing leaned forward to take the white porcelain cup, and while offering it to Mo Wen's lips for him to drink, she asked casually, "How did they die?"

Mo Wen was choked by the water immediately, and coughed vigorously, Bai Lijing patted his back in a panic to help him calm down, and hurriedly apologized: "I was the one who was abrupt, if you don't want to say it, don't say it, it's okay. "

It was too much for him to tear open his own scars with his own hands. After all, she was immature, with a reckless and impulsive personality, and she realized that she had hurt someone after she realized it later.

But Mo Wen didn't intend to hide it from her. He held her hand and wrote with trembling fingertips: "...It's all my fault. If it wasn't for marrying me, they wouldn't have suffered cold eyes and humiliation, and they wouldn't have embraced her." Ended up in depression..."

"Depression?" Bailijing repeated in a low voice, as if she didn't believe it.

Mo Wen went on to write: "Because, I'm a useless person... I can't carry my shoulders, lift my hands, and can't speak. They don't want to be with me. They can't see each other once a month, but they are forced by the Prime Minister's order." Powers dare not remarry..." He looked up at her with a gentle expression, and wrote: "You are a princess, you can marry as you please, now there is still time to regret..."

He evaded the important and lightly changed the topic, Baili Jing was really fooled, and immediately felt sympathetic, and stopped asking about the death of the three wives, but held Mo Wen's big hand soothingly, lowered her eyes slightly, and spoke softly Said: "Life and death are fate, there is nothing to be afraid of. Don't worry, I will live a good life. As long as you take care of your body, we will always live like this." Curved lips smiled: "There is no wind and no waves in the Xiangfu's side courtyard, stay away from right and wrong Isn't it good to be disturbed?"

Mo Wen lost his mind for a moment, opened his mouth, but didn't make any sound, he simply didn't say anything.

Bai Lijing suddenly stood up and blamed herself: "I forgot, the medicine is almost cold!"

When she walked over with the very familiar small celadon bowl, Mo Wen's forehead twitched suddenly, but he still didn't even have the slightest fluctuation in expression, tasting the concoction spoonful after spoonful that Bailijing sent over. , as soon as he touched the tip of his tongue, he immediately knew how toxic it was.

Compared with the noon soup, the medicinal soup this time is quite toxic.

According to the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician before, he would be able to kill him without anyone noticing in half a year, but according to the toxicity of the current medicinal soup, he would definitely not live for three months.

Whether it's three months or half a year, if he can't die by then, what kind of waves will be caused?Those who want him to die may come to him one by one, and his deliberately hidden identity will also be revealed. This trouble seems very difficult.

Perfect them?

He still couldn't bear to die.

(End of this chapter)