Xiao Churui was in a good mood when he saw his wife's jealous little appearance, but when he read the content of the letter from the lord of Changrong County, his brows couldn't help but lock slightly, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he was about to explain his loyalty to his wife, but he saw that she was drinking tea calmly, and the vinegar and anger on her face had disappeared.

He pondered something, narrowed his eyes, pulled the person over, hugged him on his lap, and said, "Madame, but you plan to go to the appointment?" ”

The feeling of beauty in the arms makes people feel comfortable all over.

Xiao Churui unconsciously stroked Mo Xiaodie's waist and abdomen, Mo Xiaodie only felt crispy and numb, almost speechless, and patted his hand away lightly, before saying: "Since the county lord of Changrong has his thoughts on me, he can't hide from the fifteenth year of junior high school, and he ......."

Mo Xiaodie then told Roufu what she said today, and what she suspected of having a ghost between them.

Yin Qing sent this letter to her in such a big way, just afraid that she would panic because of the content of the letter, and would not tell Xiao Churui about it.

The content of her letter is ambiguous, revealing her familiarity with Xiao Churui, how can an ordinary newlywed wife endure it?

But she is also very smart, although the words are written ambiguously, but they do not leave any substantial stains, after all, she and Xiao Churui have a childhood friendship, even if this letter is passed out, it will not cause her a lot of harm.

Xiao Churui's face tightened slightly, he suddenly tightened Mo Xiaodie's waist, and said, "In this way, you can't go to the appointment!" ”

Mo Xiaodie looked at him amusedly, patted his hand gently, and said, "It's okay, husband, you believe me." ”

She was still afraid that Yin Qing would not make a move, but she was so impatient now, but it was exactly what she wanted.

She wanted to see what she was going to do.

Xiao Churui buried her head in Mo Xiaodie's neck, and didn't speak for a while, Mo Xiaodie's heart softened slightly, she knew that she had fallen into a cliff in front of him before, which finally made him have a shadow, and she didn't speak, just raised her hand and gently stroked his hair.

He actually knew very well in his heart that she was not such a fragile person, not to mention that she had now recovered the memory of Shen Qiange, and Yin Qing's womanly methods were really not enough for her.

He's just that, and caring is messed up.

Mo Xiaodie didn't expect that Xiao Churui was making an awkward mess this time, and for the rest of the time, he kept a straight face and didn't talk to her.

In the evening, after Xin Yi served her and changed her clothes, she said a little uneasily: "Lang Jun seems to be still making trouble." ”

Mo Xiaodie looked at the figure faintly leaning against the bed through the bead curtain, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I have a way to deal with him." ”

The longer you get in touch with this man, the more you will discover his unknown side, and you will find that he will also be flustered and angry like a child.

This is the true nature of life!

Xiao Churui slept on the outside of the bed, when Mo Xiaodie entered the room, he was reading with his eyes down, as if he didn't know that there was another person in the room, Mo Xiaodie raised his eyebrows and smiled, ignored him, took off his shoes and went to bed, climbed over him with a loud bang, covered the quilt and went to sleep.

Xiao Churui looked at this beautiful figure with his back to him and had begun to breathe evenly, and couldn't help but purse his lips helplessly, he still wanted his wife to coax him, but who expected that his lady was bigger than him.

He put down the book in his hand, lay down and hugged his wife's waist, turned her body around, gently pulled down the collar of one side of hers, and his eyes darkened slightly when his eyes touched the glaring scar on her white breast.

Then I couldn't help but lean over and kiss the scar gently, after the kiss, there was a fire in my heart, and I was teased by the beautiful scenery in front of me, panting slightly, unconsciously pressing the person under her, reaching into her collar, kissing and rubbing indiscriminately.

In the end, he teased himself so much that he couldn't bear it, his wife still looked like she was sleeping peacefully, unmoved, he raised his head and panted slightly, glanced at the person in front of him, and finally sighed helplessly, quietly turned over and got out of bed, and went outside to solve it by himself.

After the man left, Mo Xiaodie quietly opened her eyes, turned around and hugged the quilt, looked at the direction he left, and couldn't help but bite the corner of her mouth and snicker.

The next afternoon, Mo Xiaodie arrived on time at the Rainy Queen's Tea House where Yin Qing asked her to go.

The people of the Great Xia Dynasty love tea, the tea houses in Xiangyang City are everywhere, this tea house after the rain is the most elegant and high-end one, and the reception is some famous and noble.

The environment inside is quiet, divided into small chambers, and Mo Xiaodie, under the leadership of the little girl, walks through the corridor with nine bends and eighteen bends, and arrives in a wing room in the back.

I saw an elegant bamboo couch placed near the window in the side room, an ebony coffee table on it, and a complete set of celadon tea sets neatly placed on it, Yin Qing was already sitting on the side with a leisurely posture, and when she saw her come in, she smiled softly at her, "Wei Niangzi, you are here." ”

Seeing this, the little guy who sent Mo Xiaodie here bowed and retreated, leaving only the two of them in the room for a while.

Mo Xiaodie glanced at the room quietly, and chuckled: "Lord Changrong has not forgotten that the concubine is already married to another woman, but she can't afford the title of Wei Niangzi." ”

Yin Qing's face turned slightly pale, smiled and gestured to the position opposite her, and said, "Changrong forgot for a while, please take a seat." ”

Mo Xiaodie walked over and sat down as she said, Yin Qing smiled at her lightly, and began to make tea.

I have to say that Yin Qing was really taught by the Empress Dowager Pang, she is skillful in making tea and has an elegant posture, if she is a man, and she sees a delicate beauty making tea for him, I am afraid that my heart will be soft.

While making tea, Yin Qing said softly: "I'll ask ...... this time Madame came over, mainly to clear up some misunderstandings between us. ”

Mo Xiaodie raised her eyebrows slightly, but she chuckled, "What is the misunderstanding between me and the Lord of Changrong?" ”

"I think Madame seems to have been cold to me all the time," Yin Qing bit her lower lip, picked up the cup and put it in front of her, and said, "I don't know why, but it should have been me who did something to misunderstand Madame."

Maybe it's because of the last time I was in the library of the country, or maybe it's because of the previous ...... People spread about Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of Rongyang and ...... and my business......

In any case, I felt a little uneasy in my heart, and I always felt that I had to make it clear to my wife.

In my heart, I have a lot of respect for my wife......"

Mo Xiaodie's eyes flashed with a touch of deep meaning, she didn't feel that with the friendship between them, she needed to be warm to her, and Yin Qing's words sounded fine, but when she thought about it, she was secretly accusing her, in her words, she was a jealous, grudgeful and very ignorant image.

After Yin Qing finished speaking, she raised the teacup and smiled at Mo Xiaodie, and said, "Let's talk about enmity and hatred, everything in the past is a misunderstanding, I hope Madame won't worry too much about me." ”

As she spoke, she lowered her eyes, took a sip of the tea in the cup, and saw that Mo Xiaodie didn't move the tea in front of her, so she couldn't help biting her lower lip and said, "Why doesn't Madame drink it?" But is it because Madame still blames me in her heart? ”

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