"Huh? Lord, are you lying to me? Mu Xuefu stared at Jing Rong suspiciously, not letting go of any of his expressions, seeing that Jing Rong had a weak heart, her voice suddenly raised, "Have you been well for a long time, and have been lying to me to serve you." ”

"Is this king like that?" Jing Rong immediately retorted, "Do you think anyone who has had the plague will get better so quickly?" ”

Mu Xuefu had just gone to see the people in the city who had contracted the plague this morning, and they were indeed still weak. After thinking about it and no longer suspicious, she put down the porridge and held Jing Rong's face, "Lord Wang, you should be wronged first, and when you recover, what do you want to eat, I will let them make it for you?" ”

Looking at her coaxing tone towards herself, Jing Rong didn't know whether it was funny or helpless, but at the same time she enjoyed this feeling. He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her, pressed his forehead against hers, and lowered his voice, low and sexy, "This king wants to eat you." ”

Mu Xuefu blushed suddenly, rubbed her nose against his nose, and sneered: "If you want to eat, you have to be cured." ”

"The king is healed." Jingrong hugged Mu Xuefu on her body in one fell swoop, her lips touched her earlobes intentionally or unintentionally, and even her voice contained a bewitching taste, "Fu'er, I miss you so much, I think about it day and night." ”

"I said just now that it wasn't good, but now I'm healed again, I don't know which of your words is true and which is false." Mu Xuefu pushed his mouth away, but did not push him away, but buried him directly in Jingrong's arms.

How many days and nights she hadn't spent with him, she hadn't smelled him, she couldn't remember. Now in his arms, smelling the smell that belongs to him, I feel a special peace in my heart. She never cared about Jing Rong before, and never thought that leaving him would change anything. It wasn't until he actually left that she knew she had long since gotten used to him around.

It's just that she's afraid, she's afraid that this habit will be addictive, so addicted that she can't do without him.

As soon as he thought of this, the hand holding Jing Rong's back slowly slid down little by little, until he wanted to leave his embrace. But what kind of alertness Jing Rong was, sensing the changes in her body, immediately imprisoned her in his arms.

"What this king said is true, Fu'er, whether you are angry with you in the palace of King Chen or leave the capital, this king misses you, and you can't sleep when you think about it, even if you fall asleep, it is all you in your dreams."

His heart was filled with his words, and Mu Xuefu raised her hanging hand and hugged him tightly, raising her eyes and staring for a moment. lowered his head again, full of vinegar, but it was a joke, "Liar, you still bring others out if you want me, I see that you have a beautiful woman along the way, you are very merry and happy, where did you think of me?" ”

"Nonsense, when did this king become merry and happy?" Jing Rong's expression was instantly solemn, he raised Mu Xuefu's chin and looked at her, "If you hadn't made this king angry, would this king have brought someone else instead of you?" ”

Mu Xuefu gently slapped his shoulder, pouted, and said, "Concubine Ming has a beautiful appearance and a gentle temperament, you have been together for so long, it's no wonder that you are not tempted." Besides, she is your woman, and everything is taken for granted. It seems that she imagined Jingrong and Ming's heart lingering in her mind, she pushed Jingrong away, "I don't have her gentleness, I don't have her understanding, and I don't have her knowledgeable, compared with her, you must like her more." The more she talked, the more sad she became, and the more she spoke, the more she felt that her heart was blocked, she stood up and said in a angry tone, "I'll call her for you and let her serve by your side." ”

"Are you making trouble again?" Jing Rong pulled her back into his arms with one hand, frowning slightly, and there was obvious toughness in his voice. After a pause, his attitude softened, and he said seriously: "What is she, how can she compare with you?" You are the only woman in this world, and the rest of the people have nothing to do with the king. ”

"This king has not touched her, and will never touch her. No one touches it but you. ”

"You don't have Ming's gentleness, you don't have her understanding, and you don't have her knowledge, but this king doesn't like Ming."

"Fu'er, I like you, I only like you in this life."

Such love words are like honey that suddenly bursts out when the honey pot is overturned, filling the whole heart, and the heart and lungs are overflowing with sweet and sticky joy. At the same time, a warm current meanders into the heart, where it takes root and sprouts, breeding the softest and most intense flowers, which are fragrant and overflowing, and as the warm current spreads throughout the body, the whole body is hot.

"Lord ······" couldn't help it, Mu Xuefu came out with her teeth and called him softly.

"Call me Yuchen." Jing Rong's voice became lower and lower, as if there was a kind of bewitching magic.

"Yuchen."

looked at each other, and their eyes flowed, as if there were only two of them left in this world.

The mandarin ducks on the ice basket are sweating and sweating, and the men and women in the gold tent are rolling in the waves. The night moon and flowers, the sea of love, the clothes fluttering, such as complex petals······ Layer by layer······ Flower heart light demolition······ Dettol peony ······ The tent pulls the silver hook, as if falling into the clouds, regardless of the past and present.

Ming Bangxin stood outside the door, standing numbly like that, Starlight's eyes dim. There was a man's low and gentle whisper and a woman's coquettish soft voice in the room, but her mind stayed in Jing Rong's love words to Mu Xuefu.

yes, how could he think of himself as his woman? For so many years, like other women in the house, he was just an ornament.

She smiled softly, like the pear blossoms blooming in spring, pure and flawless, leisurely and elegant. Turning around, holding the medicine bowl, step by step, leaving gracefully and calmly, from beginning to end, the smile on his face was perfect to the extreme.

The next morning, when Jing Rong woke up, he saw Mu Xuefu staring at him closely, he smiled lightly and stroked her face, "Is this king so good-looking?" Let the concubine keep staring like this? ”

Mu Xuefu knocked off his hand, supported half of his body, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "Didn't you say that your illness is not cured?" Doesn't it mean that you always have weak hands and feet? Then why did you suddenly have heart and strength last night? ”

Jing Rong wrapped his arms around her waist and raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "Yes, why is this king all of a sudden?" The smile on his face was very rich, and he couldn't hide a mocking and ridiculous look, "Maybe the beauty is in his arms, so that this king can regain his majesty." Tell me, how many times did this king make you happy last night? ”

Mu Xuefu was embarrassed for a moment, her face was flushed as if she was coming out, she snorted coquettishly, hugged Jing Rong and bit him on the face, and said coquettishly: "Don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense." ”

Jing Rong Langlang smiled, pinched her earlobe, and whispered in her ear, "Don't talk nonsense?" Then who told the king last night that she was going to die? Unconsciously reached into Mu Xuefu's bedclothes and rubbed the powder, his eyes were full of ambiguity, "However, this king was also very alive last night, and almost drowned in your gentle township." It's just that this king didn't expect that after a few months of identification, Fu'er's kung fu has improved a lot, and she will serve this king more and more. ”

Mu Xuefu twisted and pulled out his dishonest hand and sat up, thought about it, the water pupils turned faintly, pulled his hand over his face, and then took his thumb in his mouth, the fragrant tongue gently scraped on his fingertips, the eyes were like silk, and he stared deeply at the scene like a hook.

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