My wife is super cool

Chapter 368
That night.

Lu Jingmo sat in the study and read the secret report from the border.

Fanbang Xiaoguo is already ready to move.

Some have signed a covenant in private and are expanding their army and strengthening their training.

It is expected that in a few months, there will be troops going to the border to make trouble.

After thinking for a few seconds, she picked up a pen and wrote down a few words and names on a piece of paper, and sent Chaos to her grandfather's house, Zhongyonghou Mansion.

Since someone is expected to commit an offense, make preparations as soon as possible.

Hokuriku's military might cannot be challenged.

"knocking"

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Enter."

Lu Jingmo thought that it was Luo Ran or Xia Qingmiao who came to deliver some soup, but when he smelled an elegant fragrance, he realized that the person who came in was Mo Xingchu.

"Is something wrong?"

Normally, the two of them don't communicate much, so they came to see her at night, probably to discuss about magic.

"I asked the imperial doctor alone. Lu Jinghua was poisoned yesterday. Even if she tried her best, she couldn't see anything unusual, but the distress letter had been sent out. Qiongqi and others had already been guarding in the dark. Once something suspicious People, they will be detained immediately."

Mo Xingchu lowered his eyes, approached her step by step, and then put the tray in his hand on the desk.

"You don't have enough for dinner tonight. I made some soup. You can try it."

It was Xu's first time doing such a thing, and the usually indifferent person squeezed his sleeves nervously.

Lu Jingmo raised his head and looked at him with a little surprise.

There is some scrutiny in the eyes.

Mo Xingchu's back stiffened from her watching, and when he was about to lose his hold, the person opposite picked up the bowl and the jade spoon, and drank the soup slowly.

The minced meat in the soup was soft and rotten, coupled with the umami taste of fresh mushrooms, it tasted so good that she finished it in a short while.

Lu Jingmo put down the spoon, a little soup was still on his slender lips:

"It's delicious."

She had to admit that the best cook around her was Mo Xingchu.

Suddenly, a lavender handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers appeared in front of him. Looking up, it was Mo Xingchu's beautiful reddish profile:

"On your lips... use this to wipe it."

Lu Jingmo froze for a moment, then raised his hand to take it, his warm fingertips accidentally touched a little coolness, soft and slippery, refreshed into his heart.

Mo Xingchu quickly retracted the back of her hand touched by her into his sleeve, and the tips of his jade-like ears were dyed a touch of crimson.

The handkerchief in his hand has his unique fragrance, elegant and pleasant.

After wiping his lips, he hesitated and didn't return the handkerchief to him.

"I'll have someone wash it and send it to you."

But Mo Xingchu took the handkerchief back:

"no need."

"I can wash it myself."

Lu Jingmo didn't stop him either, sensing that there was a difference in the atmosphere between the two of them, as if trying to cover up something, he picked up the pen and dipped it in the ink, then lowered his head and began to write again.

She didn't even ask Mo Xingchu to go out, the person standing in front of the desk bit his lip, put the handkerchief in his sleeve, walked around the table, stood beside her and began to grind ink.

Behind the candle-lit table, a handsome man in purple clothes rolled up his sleeves and lowered his eyes, peeking at the woman in black sitting beside him from time to time.

After a quiet half an hour, with the sound of the candle sparking, Mo Xingchu shrank his shoulders in a daze, and the polished ink in his hand splashed, just landing on Lu Jingmo corners of the eyes and mouth.

"Hug, sorry."

He frantically tried to wipe off the ink on her face with his fingers, but in the panic, it became darker and darker.

Until the corners of her mouth were blackened.

"Stop, don't move."

Lu Jingmo grabbed his finger to prevent him from wiping it any further.

Mo Xingchu looked intently, only to see a slanted black line at the corner of her eye, and a large patch of black at the right corner of her mouth, which was funny and embarrassing that he had never seen before.

After holding back, I still couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing:

"Pfft, haha..., you, what you look like now..., haha..."

The more he smiled, the happier he was, the dimples on his cheeks appeared.

Lu Jingmo's originally dark face, when he saw his rarely happy smile, also bent the corners of his mouth strangely.

She could even imagine how she looked with ink all over her face now.

(End of this chapter)