"Hidden... Disease? Peng Yue spit out these two words with some difficulty, saying that it is really not a glorious thing for a dignified man to be suspected of having this disease by his wife, "Then this medicine you boiled... Is it to heal hidden diseases? ”

"Hmm..."Yan Mengyun turned her head, as if wiping her tears, "Actually, the doctor also said that he wanted to come to see me, but... The concubine didn't agree, because the concubine said that you had married a wife before, and the wife was... Ever been pregnant... The doctor said that this condition... It's not good to heal..."

Yan Mengyun's explanation, Peng Yue understood the ins and outs, but he became more and more uncomfortable in his heart: he always felt that it was nothing, and he kept convincing himself with ridiculous reasons, but why didn't he consider her feelings? What exactly did she do wrong? Just because her surname is Yan? But isn't this cruel to her? It's hard for her to think about herself in everything, take care of her own face, and bury all the bitterness and grievances in her stomach, and never say it to others...

In any case, I can't let her bear the grievances, it's not fair. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoFrom her point of view, she just came to Pengfu with an excited, excited heart, but was unexpectedly cold. But she didn't dare to ask more about this situation, and according to her gentle and introverted nature, she just acted cautiously and uneasily, for fear that something had gone wrong with her. She didn't know that she was not wrong at all, but it was a mistake to marry Pengfu.

Anyway, in the feudal era, since she married herself, could she have any other way out? For her, the best ending is to have a husband who loves her, loves her, and is really good to her. Since he became a husband and wife with her by accident, he should treat her well. Because she's a good girl. Whether it's because of love or touched. Still guilty, I always have to treat her well. And Peng Yue has always believed that love is also slowly cultivated. Isn't that the case with Ziling?

"What, Xianggong, aren't you happy?" , Yan Mengyun stared at Peng Yue, her fingers were squeezed red by herself.

"Ahh No...", Peng Yue shook his head and squeezed out a sweet smile to Yan Mengyun, "Actually, I want to thank you, Mengyun... I also want to apologize to you. There are some things that I haven't said to you..."

"It's okay...", Yan Mengyun saw that Peng Yue's tone was sincere, and he didn't blame himself at all, so he couldn't help but be very pleased, and suddenly held Peng Yue's hand, "Xianggong, the concubine believes in this disease... It will definitely be cured...", Yan Mengyun didn't finish speaking, and his words became popular first.

"Uh...". Peng Yue listened to Yan Mengyun's words, although he should have been moved, but the reality was full of embarrassment: I'm not sick, it seems that I can't hide it...

"Come... Messire. Drink this bowl of medicine now, otherwise it will be cold in a while...", Yan Mengyun saw Peng Yue's face flushed. I thought he was embarrassed, so I let go of my hand. I brought the medicine again.

"This... Ah, Mengyun. Can I stop drinking? ”

"Xianggong, this medicinal soup will be cold after a while..."

"Hmm... I have something I want to say to you...", Peng Yue looked elsewhere, and seemed to be quite nervous.

"Oh... That's good...", Yan Mengyun heard Peng Yue say this, so she put the medicine bowl aside, "It's going to heat it up in a while..."

"Mengyun...", Peng Yue took Yan Mengyun's hand and took her to sit beside him, "Marry me... Would you like to? ”

"Huh?" , Yan Mengyun couldn't help but lower her head when she heard Peng Yue's question, and swept her sideburns with a red face, "Let's... Isn't it the marriage of the Son of Heaven, and... My father also agreed to marry the concubine to my father-in-law..."

"I don't mean that, I mean... You, your heart... Will you marry me? Peng Yue pointed at Yan Mengyun as he spoke.

"Hmm..."Yan Mengyun bit her lip lightly, and suddenly nodded heavily, "The concubine is willing, the concubine is willing... I've always liked Xianggong..."

"Really?" , Peng Yue was moved in his heart, and held Yan Mengyun's hand tighter, "Why do you like me?" ”

"Hmm... The concubine body can't be said clearly, in short... It's that I like Xianggong...", Yan Mengyun lowered her head, but Peng Yue noticed that she even had some blood behind her ears, presumably very ashamed, "In fact, when the concubine learned that she could marry Xianggong, her heart... Very happy..."

Rao is Yan Mengyun is well-read and well-read, but he found that in this situation, he was a little poor in words, and those touching love poems seemed to be forgotten at this time, and in the end he could only say that he felt "very liked", and his mood was "very happy"...

"Mengyun, you're married to me now... Don't regret it? ”

"No regrets!" , This time Yan Mengyun did not hesitate, and said categorically, but as soon as he finished speaking, his tone weakened again, "Why should the concubine regret it?" Actually, Xianggong... Xianggong is very good to me, and the concubine really likes Xianggong. Actually, since... Since my father said that he would marry the concubine to the father-in-law, and met with the father-in-law several times, the concubine... I never thought of remarrying someone else..."

After Yan Mengyun finished speaking, it was not just because he was embarrassed, but he deliberately coquetted with Peng Yue, so he fell softly into his arms.

Peng Yue hugged Yan Mengyun, his heart was sour, "Mengyun, it's me... I'm sorry for you..."

"No, Xianggong, don't say that...", Yan Mengyun snuggled in Peng Yue's arms, her heart was infinitely gentle, "Xianggong, you can't be blamed for this kind of thing, the concubine believes it... Your illness will be cured..."

“…”

In fact, on the day of marriage, the concubine wanted to talk to her husband, but she didn't expect it... Xianggong is drunk...", Yan Mengyun grinned, "Actually, since I knew that I wanted to marry Xianggong, the concubine body has already regarded you as Xianggong in my heart, and I can't marry anyone else, because... The concubine's heart has been filled with Xianggong..."

Who said that women can't talk about love, and when they say it, they still move big men to the core, just like Peng Yue now, his nose is sour, and his tears almost fall...

Suddenly, Yan Mengyun felt that her hair was sprayed uncomfortably by some scorching breath, she subconsciously touched it, but she didn't expect that a pair of soft wattles would be tightly grasped by Peng Yue. She raised her head slightly and opened her eyes, but she was meeting Peng Yue's equally fiery gaze, and she saw her shy self in his crystal eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This was the first time Yan Mengyun had such a long and intimate contact with Peng Yue, and she immediately felt a wave of shame welling up in her heart, and quickly closed her eyes. But the excitement and Peng Yue's more and more familiar breath made him open his eyes slightly again, ah, he was still looking at himself! Frightened, Yan Mengyun quickly closed her eyes again, this feeling is amazing...

"Mengyun...", Peng Yue looked at the delicate beauty in his arms, her willow eyebrows were curved, her cherry lips were slightly curled, she looked like she was happy and ashamed, and she couldn't help but kiss it deeply.

"Hmm...", Yan Mengyun sighed in shame, but she didn't resist, just stared at Peng Yue quietly with wide eyes.

When Peng Yue raised his head, Yan Mengyun's full and soft lips were wet from his kiss, and they were slightly swollen, and his eyes became full of affection.

Looking at Yan Mengyun's jade face crimson and scattered temples, Peng Yue couldn't help it, and lowered his head and kissed it again, but just came up, but was dodged by Yan Mengyun, only to see her bright eyes with the moon, as if containing a pool of autumn water, licking her lips lightly, like picking a pool of spring light, but when she said it, she slurred, "Phase... Xianggong, your illness... You haven't drunk the medicine yet..."

Hey, I'll go, do you know that this is very ruinous atmosphere, but you have to taste the bitter fruit you planted. I saw Peng Yue leaning into Yan Mengyun's ears, and I didn't know what he was devouring... Anyway, it's easy for a mature man to find a few reasons to deceive an untrained girl on this kind of issue...

After a while, the light in the room became flickering and flickering, and the two people with ears and temples grinding disturbed the whole quiet night. (To be continued.) )