Time is passing bit by bit.

About an hour or so, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

The swordsman who had reported to Jingling came in.

Wei Luo hurriedly looked up at him.

The swordsman couldn't get in front of Wei Luo, crossed his hand at her, and said, "Jun Shangyan, he knows!" ”

He got it?

Is that the answer?

Wei Luo stood up, and she whispered, "Tell me more." ”

"No."

"After the minister and the historian learned about this, the king was silent for a while, and then said that he knew, and signaled the ministers to retire."

Wei Luo blinked.

She nodded and said, "Good, you can retreat." ”

"No."

As soon as the swordsman retreated, Wei Luo tilted his head in confusion and wondered: What is he thinking?

Time passed very quickly in her daze, and now it was night, with torches blazing in the courtyard and candlelight in the dormitory.

Wei Luo thought about it for a while, but he couldn't come up with a reason. She pressed her mind and summoned the wise men and swordsmen, and asked them to come to mourn the dead thirteen princesses in place of the Marquis of Jin and herself.

As far as Wei Luo is concerned, the time has come for the thirteen princesses to die. This woman is too vicious and unscrupulous, and if she doesn't die, I don't know how many things will happen. At this juncture, she must make the thirteenth princess completely quiet.

Wei Luo turned and walked towards the dormitory.

After a hasty bath, she lazily crouched on the collapse of the dormitory, staring boredly at the candlelight.

After a while, Jingling's voice appeared outside the hall, "Where is Madame?" ”

"It's in the dormitory."

The sound of footsteps moved towards Wei Luo's location.

A maidservant's voice sounded quietly outside, "Madame has not eaten. ”

Jingling paused and said lightly: "Prepare meals!" ”

"No!"

With a "squeak", the door of the dormitory opened, and the tall and majestic figure of Jingling appeared at the door of the room, firmly blocking the light of the torches passing through the door.

He had the light on his back, and as soon as Wei Luo looked up, he met his dark eyes as deep as midnight.

Jingling strode in front of Wei Luo.

He sat down beside her, took her in his arms with his right hand, and frowned, "Why don't you eat?" ”

Wei Luo looked at him cautiously, and saw that his expression was natural, as if nothing had happened, and he couldn't help but say, "Thirteen, she is dead, I am afraid that you will be angry with me, and I don't want to eat." ”

Jing Ling met her flickering black jade eyes.

He let out a long sigh and took her into his arms. Reaching out to stroke her hair, he whispered, "She has a way to die!" ”

。。。。。。

Wei Luo was stunned, he was really stunned now.

She has a way to die! It's a few simple words. It turned out that Jingling, like her, also felt that the thirteenth princess should die!

Wei Luo raised his head, reached out to put his arms around his neck, and said apologetically: "She is your sister, I wanted to put up with it." But she came with all the noble ladies and was aggressive with me. I didn't know when I needed to back down, so I fought back. ”

As she said this, Sakura's lips pressed softly on the side of his neck, and she murmured, "Don't bother me." ”

Jing Ling's faint voice came, "She really has a way to die, don't care." ”

With that, he lifted Wei Luo's chin, lowered his thin lips, and covered her lips, he took her cherry lips in his mouth, broke through her teeth, and chased her lilac tongue for a while, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and asked in a dumb voice, "Bathing?" ”

"Yes"

Wei Luo's face turned red again.

Jing Ling smiled lowly, and her thin lips turned to her chin.

At this moment, the voices of the maidservants came, "Your Majesty, Madam, it's time to eat." ”

"Come in."

"No."

At this time, the meal is a table for each person, and everyone eats their own meal. Jingling let go of Wei Luo and strode to the collapse table opposite her.

Wei Luo looked up, looked at her man in the faint candlelight, and was already in a very comfortable mood, she lowered her head and ate slowly.

Jingling's eating action is very elegant, very calm, and very fast.

After a while, he put down (the chopsticks), took a sip of the wine, and ordered, "Prepare the soup!" ”

"No."

Jing Ling glanced at Wei Luo, and when he saw that she was eating very slowly, he stood up and strode towards the outside of the hall.

After a while, Wei Luo heard a whisper from outside the hall.

It's the voice of Qingjun and the others, they also came? It can't be about the death of the thirteen princesses, right?

Wei Luo was stunned, hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks, and stood up.

"Your Majesty, take care of your body. The matter of attacking Chu, please postpone it for another half a year! ”

This is Qingjun's voice.

Jingling groaned, and the voice of another minister also came, "Madame is newly returned, and she is also seriously injured, so you should think twice." ”

Jingling said in a deep voice: "Delay it for another half a year? Also available. ”

"Your Excellency is wise."

In a few clear compliments, Qingjun lowered his hand and said, "The thirteenth princess is newly dead," and as soon as these words were spit out, Wei Luo couldn't help but stand straight.

Qingjun's voice continued to come, "The people of the Wen Shi clan refuse to bury her together, and they do not allow her to be buried in the ancestral tomb of the Wen family, please show me!" ”

There was silence.

After a while, Jing Ling's voice came in a deep voice, "Just follow the example." ”

"No!"

"Wait for the resignation!"

It wasn't until the ministers walked away that Wei Luo reacted happily: the thirteenth princess was forced to death by her, and none of these ministers blamed him for this.

She let out a cloudy breath.

It wasn't until this moment that Wei Luo, who had always been holding his heart, really calmed down. As soon as she calmed down, her thinking became quicker, and she could finally look at this matter clearly: the thirteenth princess killed herself when she heard that the historian was going to investigate the cause of Wen Shi's death, and she was obviously empty-hearted. And what Wei Luo did, in the eyes of the people of the time, was really justified. As the lady of Jin, when she suspected that the cause of her minister's death was unknown, she naturally had the obligation to ask the historian to investigate and inquire and record it in the annals of history.

At this time, there is no habit of spreading the ugliness of the family and covering up for vicious things in every possible way. At that time, people thought that everything, no matter whether good or evil, whether the offender was noble or low, should be exposed to the sun and should be evaluated by historians and the world.

Wei Luo wiped a handful of hypocritical sweat, and secretly thought: After coming here for so many years, I still thought that the habit of looking at things in my previous life really didn't grow.

She was in a good mood, so she went back to the collapse and ate the rest of the meal.

Wei Luo, who had eaten a lot, took advantage of the bathing in Jingling to go outside for a turn, and when her little belly was almost gone, she washed up and came to the dormitory.

As soon as she stepped into the dormitory, two maidservants walked towards her at the same time.

They came to Wei Luo's side, and after they blessed her, a maidservant presented her with a tray in her hand.

Crisp voice: "Madam, please change your clothes." ”

"Changing clothes?" Wei Luo glanced at the purple, faintly fluorescent robe in the tray and said suspiciously, "There was no such custom in the past. ”

The other maid couldn't help but laugh and said softly, "It's the king's order." ”

"Oh."

Wei Luo understood. She casually took the tray and picked up the robe.

As soon as the robe arrived, with a whoosh, Wei Luo's little face turned red!

This, this, this is a piece of tulle!

That's not the point.

The point is, it's a deep coat made of tulle! Its top and bottom skirts are all thin and transparent, thin as if there is nothing!

The two maids lowered their heads at this time and said in unison: "The slave is changing the clothes for the lady!" ”

With that, they all went up in circles.

When they surrounded them, the other two maidservants who were standing in the corner also came to Wei Luo's side.

These four maids have been waiting for Jingling and are brave.

The eight of them helped Wei Luo, untied the belt, took off the robe, the action was extremely neat, Wei Luo just felt the spring breeze on his body, and a robe fell to the ground.

Wei Luo stared at the crumpled tulle in her hands, less than a tael or two, struggling to avoid their movements, and she said shamefully, "I'll do it myself." ”

A maid was behind her, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Madame, no, the king instructed: Madame is embarrassing, so I will change Mrs. clothes." ”

Their movements were too fast, and Wei Luo couldn't muster his strength.

With just such a sentence, she was stripped of her essence by the maids.

In the blink of an eye, the tulle in her hand was removed and put on her body.

Naked body, covered with such a tulle, how can there be any covering? Wei Luo's face was fiery red, and when she grinded her teeth, the maids and maids had already held back a smile and retreated.

She was the only one in the empty dormitory.

Wei Luo stood in the center of the hall with a red face, in front of her, there was a flying curtain, and behind the curtain, there was a large black bed that was beaten and wide.

Wei Luo stepped forward, and as soon as she moved, her whole body was cold, and there was a strange itching sensation in this coldness.

With a whoosh, her face turned even redder. With a red face, Wei Luo wanted to laugh a little again.

She came to a curtain, squinted at it, and pursed her lips, and looked for her sword: Hmph, he made such a strange tulle for himself to wear, but it was not as he wanted! I cut a drape down, and I can use it as a robe!

Just as Wei Luo was looking around for his sword, there was a creak, and the door opened lightly.

She froze.

A script voice approached her.

In the blink of an eye, a warm, tall body pressed close to her.

A hot and humid breath rushed to her ears, and Jing Ling chuckled: "Xiao'er, why do you wander around like a rabbit?" ”

His big hand slowly pressed down on her breasts.

His kiss stretched from her ear to her chin.

With a breath of turbidity, he suddenly hugged her into his arms and strode towards the black clothes.

With a "bang", Jingling threw her onto the bed, and then he put himself on his feet.

As his hands kept wandering, his thin lips nibbling lightly with her nipples, Wei Luo gradually became emotional. She suddenly noticed something, "You, why haven't you been wide-clothed?" ”

The busy black head on her chest moved, and Jing Ling exhaled and said, "In the daytime, don't you want to dress up with you for your husband?" ”

Nonsense!

Wei Luo blushed, feeling his big hand caressing under her, and she writhed.

As she writhed, she cried out in confusion, "Take off your clothes!" ”

Jing Ling ignored it, he pressed heavily on her body, restrained her movements with his weight, and then, with his left palm, he clasped her two small hands on the top of her head.

It wasn't until he pulled off his belt, parted her legs, and entered her body that Wei Luo heard Jingling's muttering faintly, "When children's force is not available, they are the most bullying!" ”