My heart seemed to be hit by a drum, and with a bang, even my fingers trembled a little.

This...... Is this a marriage proposal?

Pretending to be calm, he turned his head and said: "All marriages pay attention to the dowry, you don't have a dowry, I have to think about it." ”

He was still as gentle as ever, with a scorching temperature in every word: "What dowry do you want?" ”

The horse stopped quietly, and the hand holding the reins unconsciously touched his brow, and I could not see his eyes as deep as night, the white cloth on them stained with moonlight.

"I want you to get better, both in your eyes and in your body. I don't want you to risk your life for me again. "What I care about most is that he rushed into the fire without his life, and that he used his heart and soul to lead me to make medicine. Now, the two of us sick seedlings get together, and it's really fateful.

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly, the curvature was just right. "The first one, it can be done."

There was a pause in his voice, and it was obvious that he had something to say later, and I listened to his answer.

"This second one is not under my control."

What's weird? I couldn't laugh or cry. "Who's in control? Is it possible that I control you? ”

Beiyu Jinchen grabbed my hand and pressed it to the position of his heart. "It's it."

A warm heart, I will call it touching for the time being.

The evening breeze is cool, brushing the fingertips and eyebrows, and then taking a deep look, it seems that 10,000 years have passed.

The horses' hooves were tapping and tapping, and when they returned to the courtyard, it was already the second half of the night.

After working for half a night, I wanted to spread out on the bed as soon as I entered the house.

But...... I wasn't the only one in the room, there was a sick person to take care of.

It took a while to help him change his clothes, comb his hair, make his bed, and clean up.

Finally, remove the strips of cloth from his eyes.

During the day, it is blindfolded to prevent the pupils from being stimulated again by strong light, and it is also disassembled at night for better ventilation.

The strips of cloth loosened in circles and finally landed in the palm of my hand.

The moment he opened his eyes, the seemingly breezy but strategizing Prince Xuan returned.

It's just that the eyes are not focused, and there is endless emptiness left.

The candle was covered with a cover, and it was only slightly darker.

Reaching out and dangling in front of his eyes, nothing happened.

With a sigh, this situation is even more serious than I thought.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

The soft light hit his face, and he looked more and more handsome, with a high nose bridge and a well-defined jaw, every part of which seemed to have been carefully crafted.

I couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and kiss him in the eye.

The next moment, he suddenly felt his body stiffen, and he actually took a step back.

Before he could say anything, he reached out and grabbed my face again, and kissed me without saying anything.

This kiss is different from the before, almost obsessive frenzy and demanding. The lips and teeth are entangled, and the tip of the tongue moves nimbly, with a gentle bite. His breath grew thicker and heavier, plundering the last bit of air.

This guy didn't give me a respite at all, and was crazy and a little scary.

Hands clenched into fists, blocking his chest, trying to distance him somewhat.

He let go, and before he could catch his breath, the kiss moved from his lips to his jaw and then to his neck.

For a long time, by the time I was a little more sober, I was already pressed on the bed by someone.

I don't even know when I was in bed!

I don't know if it's shy or scared, my face is burning, like a ripe tomato.

He couldn't see it, but he was skilful at untying the straps of his clothes, and when the last underwear was left, I subconsciously shrank back and moved back.

He leaned forward, his slender fingers tapping gently and rhythmically on my back, bringing a burning heat. The kiss on the neck is transferred to the pinna, and the tingling and slightly itchy touch is transmitted from the earlobe to every corner of the body......

"Wait....... Wait a minute. "I avoided his touch, and I couldn't speak.

"Huh?" The end of his word is slightly procrastinated, with a bit of lustful color.

"I, I'm scared to hurt...... I heard that the first time it was very painful. "It's just a shame, I'm not afraid of poison or knife wounds, but I'm afraid of this.

There was something seductive about his smile. "Who told you?"

I suddenly remembered that when I was once named Concubine Jin, Bei Yuliang also stayed in my palace, although he only slept on the soft couch, but to outsiders, he was indeed "lucky" to be Concubine Jin.

"The grandmother in the palace said, that ....... At that time, the emperor came to my palace, and we never ......" The rest of the words were blocked back by him with a kiss.

"I know." He said.

My brain was also dizzy with a fire, and I could only respond to him as best I could.

"Knock knock—" The sound of someone knocking on the door startled me, and I quickly pushed him away and got dressed.

He rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, always feeling that he was going to swing a knife and cut the person who knocked on the door the next moment.

Put on your cloak and open the door. It turned out to be the night watchman of the courtyard, a young and strong young man, he was selected by Xia Xiying from the Dark Night Pavilion, and said that he was very loyal and had a very tight mouth, so he let him follow.

He said, "Master, there were a few figures dangling at the gate of the compound just now. ”

"Do you see who it is?"

He lowered his voice: "Look at the figure, it's from Buyun Palace." ”

Buyun Palace? Could it be that Xiao Ling wanted to do something again. I haven't settled accounts with him yet, but he came to spy on the military first. Looks like I'm going to have to take some time to meet this old friend.

"I see, you go and rest."

Closing the door, Beiyu Jinchen reclined on the bed, his shirt open, revealing a large piece of tight wheat-colored muscle. Looking back, I noticed that there was some blood on his back.

I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to get him to turn around so that he could see the injury, but he immediately pulled me into his arms.

"Don't make a fuss!" I struggled to my feet and slapped his hand away. "Let me see the wound on your back."

He turned around helplessly, and as expected, the wound was somewhat abnormal, and although it did not break again, bleeding was not a good sign.

I got out of bed and got gauze and was going to change his dressing. "Sleep well tonight, don't toss, the wound will be infected and inflamed if it is repeatedly provoked."

"Then you don't plan to be responsible for the fire you provoked?" His indifferent rhetorical tone was tainted with a hint of coercion and temptation.

I got a glass of cold water and stuffed it into his hand, and said, "Be responsible, drink the cold water, reduce the fire, and sleep well." ”

He was stunned, then couldn't help but laugh and drank the cold water in one gulp. "I really can't help you."

In the second half of the night, I spent peacefully after the calm waves.

I slept in his arms, incredibly relieved.

Shrouded in the faint fragrance of tea on his body, I always feel that this is the life I want.

(Author: The boat show you want is here, hahaha, although it is a pseudo boat show, it is also very loving.) ）