After returning to the palace, Dye Mo didn't mention this matter for a while, and he didn't restrict Zhen Xi's entry and exit, nor did he do anything to Hua Nuan.

It seems that this guy has really changed his mind recently, or does he just kiss him and have such a miraculous effect?

And...... Speaking of Hua Nuan, it is also very powerful, obviously the skin and flesh bloomed under Qin Miao's sword that day, and the kung fu of less than two days turned out to be very good, and it was the omnipotent Hua Nuan who went to heaven and earth.

On this day, Dye Mo returned to the palace early, and after he came back, he went straight to his dormitory, opened the door and found that Zhen Xi was safe and sound in the dormitory, so he was relieved.

"Dye ink, what's wrong? Your face doesn't look good. Zhen Xi was holding a pen and was about to return to his old business and draw some pictures to relieve his boredom.

Dye Mo rushed over, hugged Zhen Xi, and said, "Madam, if you have anything on your mind, you must tell me, you know?"

"Tsk, what's wrong with our prince today? Didn't you see something and feel something?" Zhen Xi pushed away the dyed ink and said, "I'm painting, beware of the ink getting on you." ”

Dye Mo frowned, and said very seriously: "Today, the concubine of Lord Wu's family died...... It is said that after she was pregnant with a child, she suffered from anxiety, and she didn't think about tea and dinner all day, and she committed suicide after a short time, with one body and two lives. ”

"Shhh...... Wouldn't it, it do......? It sounds like prenatal depression ......"

But...... I heard that prenatal depression is because the work pressure in the big city is too much, but here is ancient times, even if it is a concubine, if she gives birth to a son, it can be regarded as a step to the sky, what is there to pass, you have to commit suicide.

Dye Mo took Zhen Xi's hand and said nervously: "What kind of depression, don't you also understand? Do you sometimes feel worried...... You must not endure it yourself and be in a hurry to tell me. ”

"Poof...... Fool, why are you so nervous, of course I don't, I'm a princess, and with such a good husband as you every day, how can I be depressed. Zhen Xi smiled and said, "I think that Lord Wu's concubine...... Something strange about depression. ”

However, after all, Zhen Xi is not familiar with the parties, and there is no way to deal with others.

"By the way, you don't care much about these trivial matters of other people's families on weekdays, where did you hear about this? Zhen Xi asked casually, and continued to paint in his hands.

Dye Mo sat down, looked at Zhen Xi's painting, and said: "It's also a coincidence, this concubine of the Wu family is Li Hao's distant sister-in-law, although she has not been to the Li family, but she treats Li Hao quite well." ”

Zhen Xi blinked his eyes, washed off the color on the tip of the pen, and replaced it with a more gorgeous color: "So, did Li Hao tell you about this?"

"It's not Li Hao, it's Feng Ming. Dye Mo looked at the things drawn by Zhen Xi, couldn't help frowning, and said: "Feng Ming said that after Li Hao learned the news of his sister-in-law's death, he was very sad, so he asked me how I could make someone happy." ”

Zhen Xi listened, stunned for a moment, and then looked at Dye Mo in great surprise: "So...... What did you teach him?"

"There are only a few things that can make a man happy, I have told him, I have taught everything that should be taught, and see how he applies it. ”

"Dye the ink!" Zhen Xi put down his pen and said, "Do you know how old Feng Ming is? If you do this again, you will teach him badly, don't you remember what happened last time?"

You know, if you let children learn the combat power of dyeing ink, the consequences will be unimaginable.

When Dying Mo heard this, he retorted: "When will I show mercy everywhere, won't my love stay in your stomach?"

After dying the ink, he also glanced at her stomach mysteriously......

"......Dye the ink!"

Can you not drive for a second!

Dyeing ink is really good at this kind of serious hooliganism.

Zhen Xi raised his forehead and said: "Okay, okay, I'll ignore you, the parents you listened to are short, it's better not to put it on my head, I'm not so easy to be depressed." ”

Just kidding, drifting north for so long, no matter how big it is, it doesn't matter.

"Well, ma'am, I would have the courage to ask...... What are you drawing?" Dye Mo pointed to the muscular hunk on Zhen Xi's drawing paper, lost in thought.

Zhen Xi waved his hand, picked up his painting very lovingly, and said, "You don't understand, this is my idol......"

Dye Mo frowned and said, "Idol?

"That's it...... Someone I admire. ”

Dye Mo directly snatched the painting from Zhen Xi's hand, looked at it carefully, and said, "You idol, don't you usually wear clothes?"

"Oh, it's all about people's muscles, what kind of clothes they wear. Zhen Xi snatched the painting back and said, "Hey, what a generation of macho men, this muscle, this line, even if Mrs. Ben is like a god, she can't describe half of his handsomeness." ”

Dye Mo looked at Zhen Xi's appearance, and suddenly got angry in his heart, he snatched Zhen Xi's painting again, threw it directly into the fire on the side, and said: "The girl's family, what kind of system do you have to paint these men without clothes in the house all day long?"

"Tsk, let me see if our prince is jealous again. Zhen Xi narrowed his eyes, turned around and stepped forward, stuck to the dyed ink's body, and said, "Don't worry, they are just my idols, and you are my father-in-law." ”

"I just don't think it's orthodox, and ...... There are ready-made ones at home, why do you want to draw them?" Dye Mo said, directly taking Zhen Xi's hand and putting it on top of his abdominal muscles......

To tell the truth, when Dye Mo was the patron saint, he was always seventeen or eighteen years old, and now Dye Mo, with mature eyebrows, should be in his twenties.

The thin body at that time seems to have become a little more solid now.

Although it doesn't have particularly exaggerated muscles, it is still a type that is pleasing to the eye......

"It's not as exaggerated as what you painted, but it's better to touch it than not to touch it......" Dye Mo said, looking at Zhen Xi.

Zhen Xi's face was red again, and one hand was presumptuous on the body of the dyed ink, and then he said very arrogantly: "Ahem, it's okay." ”

"Is it okay?" Dye Mo raised his eyebrows, directly grabbed Zhen Xi's hand that was touching around, and said: "It must be through the clothes, so that Madame's judgment is skewed, we might as well go to the couch and have a good experience." ”

As he spoke, Dye Mo carried Zhen Xi up, and Zhen Xi was surprised and even more powerless to struggle.

"What are you doing dyeing ink?!Put me down, I'm pregnant now!"

"You're pregnant, I know, although I still have little experience in this area, but I am finally measured. ”

"No!