In order not to be discovered by King Jing'an and killed and killed, Chasing Feng left in a hurry without daring to look at it, but his heart was still beating. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The last time he went to deliver the decree in the Dingyuan Palace, he felt that the eyes of King Jing'an were wrong when he looked at the princess, but he didn't expect it to be wrong.

I didn't expect that the younger brother actually fell in love with my brother's woman!

That's a lot of fun!

Hmm, I have discovered such a big secret, do you want to tell the emperor about this?

Chasing the wind began to ponder.

Not long after Chu Shaobai left, a figure in black quietly entered the Buddhist hall.

Mo Chuan walked to the front of the collapse, and saw the words and paintings that Chu Shaobai left on her face at a glance, and couldn't help but be stunned, he quickly understood the meaning of the words and paintings, and his handsome eyebrows were twisted.

Hmph! This stinky boy is so bold that he actually uses her face as drawing paper, and writes and paints?

He quickly dodged out the door, and when he returned, he had an extra towel soaked in water.

Sitting in front of the couch, he slowly wiped the ink from her face with a towel, and for fear of waking her up, he only dared to wipe it gently.

Her skin was blown up, white and tender, and after only a few rubs, her thin skin turned red, like white camellia petals dyed with a faint flush, delicate and moving.

He looked at it and felt his heart pounding.

Shen Ning only felt itchy on her face in her sleep, she frowned, and muttered: "It's so itchy, where did the mosquitoes come from." ”

As soon as she opened her eyes, she was facing the enlarged black pupils of Shang Mochuan, and she was stunned for a while.

It took her a while to react: "Mo Chuan, is that you? What are you doing?"

She found that Mo Chuan was holding a towel in his hand, which was resting on the right side of her face, no wonder she felt itchy.

Mo Chuan said with a calm expression: "Your face is dirty, I am helping you wipe your face." ”

He continued to wipe two handfuls, wiping all the ink left by Chu Shaobai without leaving a trace of it.

"How can my face be dirty, I washed my face at night?"

Shen Ning touched her smooth cheeks in wonder, and then looked at the towel in Mo Chuan's hand, it was gray and black, obviously wiped off her face, and she suddenly turned red, but she couldn't understand how her face could be dirty like that, could it be that the water in which she washed her face was ink?

Mo Chuan threw the towel away, pursed his thin lips, and looked at her smooth face with a smile, he was in a bad mood, but when he saw her, he inexplicably became better.

Shen Ning's gaze turned on his face, and he suddenly asked, "Have you encountered something unhappy?"

He was slightly stunned: "How can you tell that I'm unhappy?" When he saw her, he was obviously smiling.

"Of course, that's what you can see. She raised her hand, and pressed a finger between his eyebrows, warm and soft, Mo Chuan did not dodge.

"You frowned not long ago, the mark here hasn't disappeared yet, is there something troublesome to do, might as well tell me about it? Maybe I can help you." Shen Ning held her chin and looked at him, putting on a deaf look.

Mo Chuan shook his head: "This is a national event, you still don't know it." ”

"I like to listen to national affairs, like the intrigue in the palace where you hurt me and I hurt you, you have to tell me, I don't want to hear it yet." Shen Ning wrinkled her nose.

Mo Chuan couldn't help but pinch the tip of her nose: "You really want to listen?"