The dragon and phoenix candles on the table are burning, and the candle tears are rolling down, like human blood and tears.

The room was quiet and panicked, Mo Miao closed his eyes, tried to get up, just got up a little, and fell back again, but in a moment he was tired and sweaty, panting.

The door opened, and someone came in, the footsteps were slow, but step by step seemed to be stepping on her heart, panicked.

She wanted to turn her head to look, but she couldn't even do something as simple as turning her head.

Finally, the man came to her, and as far as she could see, it was a man dressed in red and wearing a golden mask.

Mo Yao's eyes shrank suddenly, her whole body tensed, and she stared at the man deadly, even if she couldn't speak, her eyes were full of questions and anger.

The man's sweet laughter came, like the laughter of the devil: "Are you afraid? Don't be afraid, this son won't embarrass you, do you have a lot of questions to ask? ”

Mo Miao braced up and remembered, but fell back again in embarrassment, and the man in front of him was still there, letting her do useless work again and again.

She's like a clown, and it's a joke in front of this man, a joke through and through.

Chen Gongzi held one of her hands, like a gentle husband on the wedding night, and his voice was full of care: "From tonight, you and I are husband and wife, you are the wife of this son, and this son doesn't mind your past." Of course, you have to forget the past, and stay by my son's side wholeheartedly.

As sincerity, Ben Gongzi will no longer let you be Ben Gongzi's medicine man, and give you the status of a hostess, how about it? ”

Mo Yao's eyes seemed to be about to erupt into fire, eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Unimpressed, the man got up and poured two glasses of wine over the table, then returned to her, put them on the table in front of the bed, and reached out to help her up.

After helping her, Chen Gongzi picked up a glass of wine and approached her mouth, seeing that she pursed her lips and refused to drink, her eyes sank, and she raised her voice: "Someone!" ”

The middle-aged woman came in, and the dust boy said lightly: "Open her mouth." ”

The middle-aged woman stepped forward as she said and pinched her chin vigorously, forcing her to open her mouth.

Dusty Boy took the opportunity to bring the wine glass close to her mouth and poured it in.

Mo Yao's face was flushed, but after a few mouthfuls of it, he coughed violently, and his lungs were hot.

After pouring a glass of wine, she fell down, I don't know what kind of wine this is, it was very strong, her whole person was a little confused, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her lungs, which was uncomfortable and tight.

The dusty man waved his hand and ordered the middle-aged woman to go down, turned his back, lifted his mask slightly, and drank the wine in his cup.

After drinking, the dust boy took out a handkerchief and wiped the wine stains on her mouth, untied the veil, and went inside.

One night of spring night, the red waves were turned, the red candles burned tears, and the moon outside the window quietly hid in the clouds and disappeared.

……

Before dawn, the slender jade hand clamped the tender little hand in front of him that suddenly stretched out to the mask.

"What? Want to see the true face of your husband? The dust boy asked with a smile.

Mo Miao lowered his eyelids expressionlessly.

The dust boy let go of her hand, patted her cheek, and said, "I want to see what I want to say to my husband, why be so sneaky?" If you want to see it, I'll show it to you. ”

After all, he actually took off the mask on his face.

Mo Miao raised his eyes, stared at the person in front of him tightly, and slowly took off his mask, revealing a completely unfamiliar but very handsome face.

It's not disappointment, it's not a relief, it's expected.

A face doesn't mean anything, and it doesn't dispel her suspicions.

In fact, she had already noticed it before, and after last night, she had deepened the doubts in her heart.

She believed that her feelings could not change the doubts in her heart through a skin.

A face can change in a thousand ways, but it doesn't change when it feels.

She just lacked the evidence, wasn't sure enough, and didn't want to believe it.

After all, there is too much unreasonableness.

Seeing this unfamiliar face, she seemed to lose interest, closed her eyes, and turned her back.

Ignoring her indifference, the dust boy reached out and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "If you're tired, just rest." ”

After a while, the dust boy sighed and said, "It's not good to be too quiet, I'll give you an antidote for my husband." ”

He took a pill from his bosom and handed it to her.

Mo Miao tried to raise his hand, but finally grabbed the pill and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she put the pill in her mouth and swallowed it.

A glass of water was handed in front of him, Mo Jiao was not hypocritical, just took a few sips of the cup in the other party's hand, and then lay back tired.

"That's good." Dusty Boy laughed with satisfaction and kissed the corner of her lips.

Mo Miao turned his head to dodge, and the hand in the quilt clenched into a fist.

The dust boy didn't care, and said, "Rest well, I'm busy for my husband." And he went out.

The maid came in and served her to bathe and change her clothes.

Mo Jiao was quietly served by them, waiting for the antidote to take effect.

After a quarter of an hour or so, she seemed to feel a little regained her strength as she lay in the tub, and her heart was happy, but nothing was revealed on the surface.

When breakfast was finished, the maid retreated as usual, and Mo Yao immediately got up from the bed.

I couldn't move for a month, I was still a little unaccustomed to it, and my movements were a little rusty, but the joy in her heart couldn't stop overflowing.

She tried to open her mouth again, and let out a syllable, and the sound was so clear that she breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't call anyone in right away, she didn't break out right away.

Because she knows that it is difficult to escape with her ability, not to mention that she has only recovered the ability to move and speak, her martial arts are still suppressed, and now she is just a weak woman who has no power to protect herself.

After last night's events, the pain was there, but it was not enough to hit her, she could bear it in the past, and she can still bear it now.

She hated those who had forcibly bullied her, and one day she would take revenge one by one, so that they could get the retribution they deserved.

At the end of the day, a maid came in and said, "Madam, the prince invites you to come over for dinner." ”

Mo Miao said expressionlessly: "Got it." ”

Since Gongzi Chen's personal gave her the antidote, and she already knew that she had recovered, then she didn't need to pretend anymore.

In a vulnerable situation, it is best to be aware of the current affairs.

The maid left the room and went to the living room on the first floor.

The dust boy was sitting at the table of the Eight Immortals reading a book, and the old man in white surnamed Jiang was still standing in the corner, quietly like a shadow.

Mo Jiao sat down opposite the dust boy in silence and didn't say a word.

The dust boy raised his eyes first, still wearing a golden mask, and couldn't see his face: "Why doesn't the lady speak?" ”

Whenever he heard him change his wife, Mo Jiao's heart would add a fire, and he wanted to kill him.

But there was a smile on her face, and she said very calmly: "I'm not used to it." ”

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