The events of that day were revealed, Jing Rong didn't ask why Mu Xuefu was so angry when he talked about Guangling San that day, and Mu Xuefu didn't mention why he went to Concubine Ming on a whim, as if all the words were exhausted in that exhausting love.

It's just that Jing Rong had to be suspicious, and the next day he asked people to check all the places where Mu Xuefu went before they got married, and he really couldn't understand why the always charming Mu Xuefu would send out bloodthirsty hatred on that day. He had seen that look in her eyes before, but he had always thought it was just an illusion, and he didn't care. But after yesterday, he had to re-examine, perhaps, Mu Xuefu hid secrets he didn't know.

And he would go to Ming's that day just because he wanted to figure out something. He wondered if he was interested in other women besides Mushef. But when he faced Ming Bangxin, he found that Mu Xuefu unconsciously occupied more and more places in his heart. Although he was facing other women, his mind was full of her shadows.

On this day, the Queen Mother left the palace, accompanied by Mu Xuefu and escorted by Jing Rong. The queen originally wanted to accompany the Queen Mother, but the Queen Mother refused, only saying that it was okay to let Mu Xuefu accompany her.

When you arrive at Chong'en Temple, a rainbow-colored sunset emitting golden light shines warmly on the earth, and the white clouds on the horizon show a changing pattern like a fire phoenix under the glow of the sunset.

Chong'en Temple is built in the suburbs of Beijing, not far from the imperial palace, backed by Qianxun Peak, facing the Yongchang River, by the mountains and rivers, is a place where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

The building in the temple has the gate, the Tianwang Tianhou Palace, the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and the octagonal glazed hall and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, etc., the form of the heavy eaves rest the mountain, the layers of bucket arches overlap each other, covered with yellow and green glazed tiles. Majestic, magnificent.

That night, Mu Xuefu and the others did not return immediately, but because Jingrong was a male guest, it was inconvenient to live in the nunnery, so they arranged for the two of them to live in a guest room in the mountains.

Although the room is small, it is quite exquisite, a small bed, but there are all kinds of tables, chairs and benches.

It's just that when she goes to bed at night, Mu Xuefu is disgusted, saying that the bed board is too hard for a while, and that the quilt smells bad for a while, in short, she doesn't sleep at all. No, Jing Rong had no choice but to hold her on her body and act as her human bed board to make her sleep more comfortable.

At that time, the night was vast like splashing ink, the air in the mountains seemed to be mixed with fog and water, the hollow window on the window opened a small crack, the fog and water merged with the grass, gathered flowers, quiet and tactful, like the girl's soft wattle, stretched in from the half-open long window, gently brushed the snow-white silk curtain, stirring people as if they were in a mirage. The peaks in front and behind are getting darker and darker in the boundless night, and the distant bells of the ancient temple are long and clear, and all at once, it makes the impetuous heart slowly settle down.

Jingrong's body has always been cold, but since sleeping with Mu Xuefu, I don't know if it was because of the warmth transmitted to him by Mu Xuefu's small stove, or because spring came, his body was warmer than before, although it was still cold, but it was not like a dead person.

Mu Xuefu is used to the cool air on Jing Rong's body, and she will not shiver at the slightest touch as before. And she gradually liked the feeling of warming his body with her own body, which felt like she had injected him with a new breath of life.

The smell of his body was that of her latest spice, faint, looming, almost imperceptible if you didn't smell it deeply, only those who were close to him would smell it. And now he is the only one who can get close to him.

"Why didn't the Queen Mother let the Queen follow today, I heard that the Queen Mother was accompanied by the Queen before." Mu Xuefu pressed her hand on Jing Rong's chest, propped up her upper body, and showed a puzzled expression on her face.

Jing Rong held her waist with one hand, and she slid down from her body and stroked her hair entrenched in the back of her head with the other, pressed her head and kissed her a few times, and laughed: "Maybe you are more favored by the imperial grandmother, you don't know how much the imperial grandmother likes you, and she has praised you with this king several times when you are away." ”

Mu Xuefu raised her eyebrows and asked, "Oh? What did the Queen Mother praise me to you? ”

Jing Rong smiled and beckoned to her, looking mysterious, "Come here, this king will tell you again." ”

Mu Xuefu lowered her head as she said.

Jing Rong hid a subtle smile at the corner of her mouth, and when Mu Xuefu lowered her head and approached her, she suddenly hugged her, imprisoned her, and then kissed her fiercely on the face, "The Queen Mother said, you are good-looking, and your ass is upturned, and you will definitely give birth to a son for this king in the future." ”

Mu Xuefu's face turned red, and she was hugged tightly by him, and she said coquettishly: "Jingrong, you are a disciple, the Queen Mother will not say such a thing." You're lying to me here, big liar. If you don't say anything, just say these nonsense words, who did you learn from? ”

Jing Rong smiled evilly, his hand touched her ass along her waist, rubbed it hard, felt that it was not enjoyable, and reached directly into it, "Even if this king said it, is it wrong?" You are going to give birth to a son to this king, and one is too little, and you have to give birth to ten or eight before it is finished. ”

Mu Xuefu kept twisting her lower body and blurted out: "Do you think I'm a sow?" Ten or eight, you would think. Hmph, you see who is good, let her give birth to you, I won't give birth to you. ”

Jing Rong's gaze suddenly softened the ice floes on the liquid pool in the wax moon, and the spring water was wavering, and the veins were affectionate. He stopped playing, held Mu Xuefu's face with both hands, and said softly: "Fu'er, give me a child." ”

Mu Xuefu was suddenly startled, and only his eyes containing affectionate expectations could be seen in the candle flames, his eyes were so deep that they could not be seen, but they were brilliant, like endless stars in the sky. The evil narrow Danfeng's eyes reflected her panicked face, yes, she panicked, she was stunned, there seemed to be a peach pit in her throat, so that she couldn't breathe.

Jing Rong stared at her for a moment, his originally bright eyes dimmed little by little under his earnest expectation, as if the night sky had calmed down after a meteor. But in my heart, it hurts. He really wanted to ask her, hadn't he done enough? Aren't women just for men to love? Isn't he hurting her enough?

The more you like someone, the more you want to get the same feelings from that person. But the more you devote yourself to Jingrong, the more you find that it turns out that only you are really sinking.

Looking at the distracted eyes with disappointment, Mu Xuefu only felt that her heart was stinged, and she didn't want to see him like this.

"Lord Wang." With a slight movement of her lips, Mu Xuefu called softly, like a wisp of fresh wind, and it dispersed as soon as it blew.

Jing Rong'er smiled, but with bitterness, he hugged Mu Xuefu tightly, his voice was low, as quiet as a charm, "It's okay, our days are still long." It's never too late for us to ask for it if you want to. We've got a lifetime of time, and you'll always be willing. He smiled lowly, his voice as lazy as charming, "Fortunately, I'm still young, and it won't be a problem to wait for you for ten or eight years." "She's his wife anyway, and there's time to melt her heart.

Mu Xuefu lay quietly on his body, speechless for a while, her ears were silent wind, her thoughts were like leaves drifting in the wind, constantly flipping, entangled, making her heart clench. Inextricably linked, intertwined and entangled, like an invisible net, she has nothing to hide.

The temperature on Jing Rong's body slowly faded, and it became cold again. He never got into the hearts of the people he liked, and whenever he thought he had broken through the door, he found that everything was just a fantasy. He cares about Mu Xuefu and every bit of change in her, and it is precisely because of this care that he can feel her evasion of his emotions more deeply.

In the silent night, the wind in the distance is like a woman's cry, like a song. The two people in the room had their own hearts and couldn't sleep for a long time.

The next day, after An Shan was the queen mother, Jingrong was ready to take Mu Xuefu down the mountain and leave. But Mu Xuefu said that it was not easy to come once, and shouted that she wanted to go to Chihiro Peak for a walk.

There are no stones on the Qianxun Peak, no trees are not ancient, no holes are not secluded, and they are beautiful. Hall rock strange stones, different shapes, such as dragons, such as running elephants, such as crouching tigers, such as startled apes, to have a bit of fun. The old trees and vines on the mountain, intertwined with intertwined roots, exposed rock bones, and sharp peaks, they embrace this world in a strange posture.

At the top of Chihiro Peak, there is a cold spring in the depths of the green shade, the spring crystal is as clear as jade, on the surface of the clear and clear pool, there is a large bowl of underground spring water gushing out, no matter the stream rises and falls, it gushes endlessly, flying beads splash jade, such as playing the sound of heaven.

Two people are tired of walking, just see a small green pavilion in the middle of the mountainside, the pavilion is small and exquisite, the mountain path next to the pavilion is swirling, hidden in the pine ancient trees, simple and dignified. There is a table in the pavilion, four wooden piers, and a cup of tea is placed on the table, Mu Xuefu walked over and tried the temperature on the tea cup, it was still warm, thinking that someone was tasting tea here, and he had just left. She glanced around, but there was no one in sight, and wondered who would come here with the leisure and ease of the two of them.

Bai Yi removed the things from the table and put on the tea and snacks he brought.

The tea was not hot, with temperature, maybe she was tired from playing, and Mu Xuefu drank it without hesitation. Jing Rong looked at her, smiled slightly, pushed the tea in his hand to her, and patted her on the back, "Drink it slowly, and no one will rob you." ”

Mu Xuefu put down the tea, picked up the cup of tea that Jing Rong pushed her, elegantly blew the frivolous green leaves on the tea surface, glanced at Jing Rong, and brought the tea cup to him, "Is the prince disgusted with the rude concubine?" ”

Jingrong smiled, took the tea, took a sip and put it down, "How dare this king?" ”

"I don't dare!" Mu Xuefu was in a happy mood, looked at him coquettishly, and picked up a piece of peach blossom and fed it to him, "You can't dislike me no matter how vulgar I am." ”

Jing Rong hugged her directly, pressed Mu Xuefu's head and filled the peach blossom Ji in her mouth into her mouth, looked at her as a dumb person eating Coptis chinensis, and said with a wicked smile: "This king doesn't dislike you, and you can't dislike this king." ”