Such a hot gaze seemed to melt the frozen place in her heart, Mu Xuefu lowered her head to dodge, her voice was like a wisp of smoke, and said faintly: "Maybe your feelings for her are just inadvertently, and you haven't even noticed it." ”

"Why don't you believe me?" Jing Rong looked at her hatefully, grabbed Mu Xuefu's neck, pressed her against the wall, gritted her teeth, exhaled deeply in her nose, and said through gritted teeth: "Mu Xuefu, I am infatuated, you turn a blind eye, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?" He doubted whether this woman had a conscience, and even said that he liked others, which was really more wronged than Dou E.

Although he choked her neck, he didn't use any force, and Mu Xuefu could pant very freely. She stared at the scene, his deep eyes were as deep as a dry well and covered with a layer of ashes, her eyes flashed, and she said stubbornly: "Are you annoyed and angry, or are you being poked by me in the center?" ”

Jing Rong was so crazy that she remembered her, and she really wanted to bite her to relieve her hatred. Looking at her lips that kept squirming from speaking, he directly pressed the cold lips up, and then gnawed and tore them. Even if Mu Xuefu thrashed him on the shoulder, he would not let go.

The more she tried to break free, the harder Jing Rong bit harder, and Mu Xuefu finally gave up the struggle and only endured it silently.

Seeing that she was no longer resisting, Jing Rong's flexible tongue licked her lips little by little, and only after a while did she leave her lips, "Are you trying to anger me?" You heartless woman. ”

Mu Xuefu lowered her head and didn't speak, like a bullied little daughter-in-law. Jing Rong took pity on her, hugged her into his arms, stroked her back and forth on her back, and said softly: "You have no idea how much your words hurt my heart that day, and you don't know how painful it is for me to love without being able to." Although my father and mother left early, for so many years, I have wanted something and what I have. You are the only exception. Since we got married, although we seem to be harmonious, you have always been inseparable from me. You are like a wireless kite, no matter how much I catch it, I can't catch it, and I can't feel at ease all the time, maybe because of this, I fell in love with you little by little, until I completely gave my heart. I originally thought that we were in love, I gave you wholeheartedly, and you treated me wholeheartedly. But that day, your words were like a bolt from the blue, and I was so miserable that I was even overwhelmed with grief. Fu'er, you are really ruthless, how can you be so cruel to me? ”

Mu Xuefu looked at him, there seemed to be endless tenderness in his eyes, and he only firmly fixed her, even the dark phoenix eyes were full of her face.

His deep silky murmur was like a wisp of wind blowing into her ears, and the feelings hidden in her heart were like rain butterflies that broke through the cocoon, disturbing her heart lake. The lake was thrown into the hot rocks, churning in the heart, emitting a smoky white mist, and ethereal. It was not until the rocks sank to the bottom of the lake that the surface of the water calmed down, but there was still a faint layer of ripples.

Outside, there was still heavy snowfall, and there were silver stoves in the four corners of the house, which smoked the room warm.

Although the room was very warm, Jing Rong seemed to be particularly attached to the temperature in the quilt, and even the morning dynasty had already asked for leave on the grounds of physical discord, so he blindly pestered Mu Xuefu to lie on the bed, and lay down all day, and even let people take the meal to the house.

Of course, it's not just about lying down.

Mu Xuefu's green silk splashed on the bed like a cloud, and the blush on her cheeks was like a seductive peach, and like a red cloud flowing in the sky, little by little, the flush spread from her cheeks all over her body, like a rose in its first bloom. She clung to her sturdy body, letting him lead her to ride the wind and waves, and her mouth overflowed with a coquettish moan.

Jing Rong's face was also covered with red tides, a thin layer of sweat was on his forehead, and his lips were imprinted on Mu Xuefu's body like a soldering iron, not letting go of any part of her body. The voice that overflowed from her mouth was like an aphrodisiac, inspiring the burning and fervor he had been accumulating for a long time. Layer by layer, the waves are surging and climbing to unattainable peaks.

After the heatwave, the sea level is calm.

Jingrong's embrace is warm and generous, like a vast green grassland, allowing horses to gallop and run. Mu Xuefu was in his arms, and his heart, which had been tense for days, was relaxed and softened, and even his heavy heart was like a spring flower blooming faintly.

Mu Xuefu's warm breath smeared on the skin of Jing Rong's exposed chest, and between breaths, Jing Rong was itchy. The corners of his mouth went up, with a shallow smile, and he hugged her tightly and never let go.

"How long are you going to hold me?"

"I don't want to let go for the rest of my life, I just want to hold it all the time."

Jing Rong wanted to stay last night, although Mu Xuefu agreed, but only arranged him to the outhouse. He pretended to be pitiful and said that it was cold outside, and kindly divided half of the bed for him, but he didn't expect him to run to her bed while she was asleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she pestered her not to get out of bed, from morning to afternoon, and step by step, so that Mu Xuefu didn't even know when she took off her clothes and when she started.

Mu Xuefu glanced at him, lifted the silk gauze tent and looked out, it was getting dark, and the lantern under the window porch was covered with an orange halo, and a little light was slightly penetrated.

Mu Xuefu summoned Qingzhuo into the house to turn on the lamp, and told her to prepare hot water and dinner.

After bathing, Mu Xuefu leaned on the chaise longue to read a book, Bai Yi wiped her hair on the side, and the woman under the candlelight looked even more icy and jade, as white as jade. Her face was projected onto the wall, and she could see her long, thick eyelashes trembling and trembling. Such a tranquil picture is like in a painting, and no one can take their eyes off it.

After Bai Yi left, Jing Rong sat next to Mu Xuefu and hugged her to read a book with her, although Mu Xuefu was unwilling to do so, she couldn't stand Jing Rong's blind obsession. No, Mu Xuefu could only follow him, but he was tired of sitting and sitting, so he followed his arms and lay down on Jingrong's lap.

This feeling is like returning to the time when I was in King Chen's Mansion, which makes people feel at ease. Jing Rong lowered his head and kissed her hair, the fragrance in his hair came to his nose, he frowned slightly, sniffed it carefully, and hooked a wisp with his hand and twisted it lightly on his fingertips. His face slowly sank, and the surging between his eyebrows became stronger.

How could this hair be so similar to that of the female killer? He ran his fingers through Mu Xuefu's hair, silently looking for any broken hair between her hair, and after looking around, there was no trace of half of it, Fang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Also, how can it be Fu'er, she has no martial arts at all, how can she be the killer who kills without blinking. I was really confused about the case, and even she, the most unlikely person, was suspicious.

"What are you doing with my hair?" Mu Xuefu was fascinated by it, and was confused by his movements, and suddenly pulled out of the book. The strand of hair was broken, but she thought that the half of the broken hair was not up or down and was ugly, so she asked Bai Yi to find a way to use her own hair to connect her. Although it can be connected, it is not firm, she is worried that Jing Rong will break her broken hair by such a stroke, and it will be in vain Bai Yi's hard work to weave and weave it for her.

"Su Xi didn't comb his hair, his hair was draped over his shoulders, and he stretched out his knees, where is not pitiful. You fell on my lap like this, and I can't help but think of this poem. Jing Rong lied, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he could say sweet words with his mouth. He twisted a lock of hair around his fingers a few times, "I think my little Fu'er must be a hundred times more beautiful than Midnight." ”

Mu Xuefu's gaze froze on the scroll for a moment, and said, "But the long hair in the middle of the night is still scattered, but she didn't wait for the lover to stretch it to her knees." She was expecting the two to be happy, but her lover was negative, leaving her with a mess that could not be woven, a mutilated dream. ”

"I read what I love, and the son is happy. The fog and dew hide the hibiscus, and the lotus is not distinct. Nong is the North Star, and there is no transfer for thousands of years. Joy in the heart of the day, facing the east and twilight back to the west. Jingrong held Mu Xuefu's hand, her eyes were dark and dark, covered with a layer of complex and resentful affection, "I am real, but you are like seeing flowers in the fog, when will you become a hibiscus out of the water, let me see it clearly?" ”

"Pity and good feelings, move to the countryside. In front of the paulownia tree, go in and out to see the sycamore. If you don't send a letter, you can't go back and forth. Gold and bronze are hibiscus, and lotus seeds can be real. ”

There was a jumping light in Jing Rong's eyes, and his gaze lingered on Mu Xuefu's face inch by inch. This flower-like face was the one he had seen in the light of the candle for days, and he missed her, so he moved in with her. She didn't go back, he could only come, just to see her every day, just to solve the lovesickness. It's just that I don't know if this hibiscus made of gold and copper can produce lotus seeds.

"At the beginning, it was not secret, and the day after that was not as good. turned around and took off, and realized that Bo Zhishu was sparse. Don't forget to sleep and eat, sit together and get up. Jade lotus golden hibiscus, no call me lotus seed. ”

Jing Rong groaned lowly, unconsciously, it was really a portrayal of them. However, the identities between the two of them are completely reversed from the poem.

Mu Xuefu quietly listened to him read "Midnight Song", like a spoon constantly stirring in his heart, his voice was as clear as flowing water hitting a stone, and like the entrance of a clear spring, pleasant to the ear.

Jing Rong's affection for her could not be well understood, at this time she only felt that she was very much like the negative man in "Midnight Song", which would only bring harm to him.

Seeing Mu Xuefu looking straight at him, Jing Rong lowered her head and kissed her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, all the way to her lips, "Even if you are not completely in love with me now, I am willing to wait, a lifetime is very long, I will eventually wait······"

In the following days, Mu Xuefu was still not salty or indifferent to Jing Rong, but Jing Rong's enthusiasm for her did not diminish at all. surrounded her every day, even if he didn't hug her, Mu Xuefu's range of motion must be within three feet of him.

This situation can't help but make Mu Xuefu scratch her head, and deeply feel that the beautiful King Chen is no longer there, and has become a scoundrel who only knows how to haunt people.

Every time she threw him out to sleep, he would sneak in in the middle of the night, and the next day he would pretend to be innocent and say that she had called him over.

Every time she played with the snowball, he would ruthlessly take the snowball out of her arms and throw it to the ground without knowing how heavy, muttering that the snowball had invaded his territory, and then occupied the previous position of the snowball and plunged into Mushef's arms.

Every time she asked him to go back to the palace of King Chen and not bother him, he replied that it was okay, and then really went back to the palace. But it didn't take long for him to come back, but every time he came back, he would bring some rare treasures and playthings, and then fill the whole room, as if he wanted to give everything in his storehouse to Mu Xuefu.

Repeated like this several times, Mu Xuefu didn't bother to care about him anymore, although he was still indifferent to him on the surface, but he always inadvertently, where he couldn't see, looked at him with a smile. And she herself didn't notice it.

The two of them appeared in front of everyone again on Mu Zhaolin's birthday. The two people who ignored each other a few days ago were like glue in the blink of an eye, which was really shocking.

However, some people think that it was King Chen who gave Zuo Xiang face, so he pretended to be in love with Princess Chen on this day.

But no matter how everyone guessed, it was still Mu Xuefu who was held in Jingrong's arms at that time and refused to be separated for a moment.

Looking at Mu Menglian, who was sitting opposite and dressed up in flowers, the corners of Mu Xuefu's mouth hooked a shallow smile. Such a deliberate dress, such an obvious position, and such a clear mind are all for the sake of the scenery.

Mu Xuefu sighed softly in her heart, the position of Princess Chen is really hot, how many people are staring at this position like Mu Menglian. It's just that as long as she occupies it, others don't want to covet it.

As if on purpose, Jing Rong was just invited by Mu Zhaolin to appreciate the treasures, and Mu Xuefu was invited to the back hall by Shen Ruoshui.

Shen Ruoshui was unusual, unlike in the past, when he saw Mu Xuefu, his nose was not a nose or a face, but his face was full of smiles, and he looked flattering.

Mu Xuefu's fingertips gently slid on the blue and white tangled branch teacup, and when the temperature was moderate, she picked up the teacup and took a sip. Her movements were slow and graceful, like an enchantment plated with a layer of immortal mountains, and people couldn't bear to disturb this natural beauty.

Moistening her lips, Mu Xuefu raised her eyes and looked at Shen Ruoshui, straight to the point, "Madame can say anything directly, there is no need to beat around the bush between you and me." Anyway, the discord between us is not a day or two, and your sudden change makes me very uncomfortable. ”

So direct, the smile on Shen Ruoshui's face froze, and he put away the fake smile and coughed lightly, "The princess is smart, you don't need me to speak, you must know what I'm going to say." She looked at Mu Xuefu, her face was a little more positive, "Menglian has been in love with King Chen for a long time, and I hope you can fulfill it." ”

"Want to get in? Fancy the position of the side concubine? Or do you want to replace me? Mu Xuefu smiled lightly, there was a hidden mockery in her eyes, she put the teacup on the table with a "bang", and her voice suddenly became fierce, like a snowy sword, "Impossible!" ”