Mu Xuefu chuckled, her eyes turned slowly, she lifted her skirt, and ran forward, her long skirt swaying to the ground, flowing like a fluttering butterfly wing, thrown into the sea of flowers. She hugged Jingrong's waist and grinned, and her soft voice was tired of nectar, "Is the prince waiting for the concubine to throw herself into his arms?" ”

Jing Rong picked her up and walked under the peach blossom tree, "This king is waiting for you to throw yourself into the net." ”

The peach blossoms are in full bloom like clouds, and they are lightly stained with clothes. Mu Xuefu was half lying on Jingrong, half closing her eyes, enjoying this rare warmth. In a trance, a peach blossom fell to her lips, and before she could take it away, Jingrong's kiss came unexpectedly, and the tip of her tongue was topped, and she drove straight into it with the falling flowers. The petals are quiet, there is no taste, there is a slight hint of bitterness, but it is mixed with a little sweetness. Without waiting for Mu Xuefu to taste it carefully, Jing Rong hooked his tongue and chewed the peach blossoms clean.

Mu Xuefu left his lips, and her charming eyes rippled like ripples on the surface of a lake, tugging at the heartstrings. She pushed Jing Rong, her voice was soft like a spring breeze, gentle and lingering, "If you are bad, you know how to bully others." ”

Jing Rong smiled softly, her red lips against her eyebrows, "Why did this king bully you?" The kiss meandered down and bit lightly on Mu Xuefu's lip, his strength was very light, which made people tickle, "This is also bullying?" ”

Mu Xuefu snorted and pursed her mouth slightly, "That's how you bullied me." ”

Jing Rong's eyebrows slanted, and suddenly his face became playful, "Oh, even if it's bullying, then the king let you bully back." As he spoke, he hugged Mu Xuefu to his body, pressed her head, and kissed her a few times, "In this way, you can be regarded as revenge." ”

"You scoundrel!" The pink fist fell lightly on his shoulder, like a peach blossom on his face, and Mu Xuefu was made to cry and laugh by his scoundrel behavior. She turned over and lay on Jingrong's shoulder, spreading out her palm to catch the fallen petals, the flowers were like soft feathers, crossing her palms, leaving a lingering fragrance.

Jing Rong Langlang smiled, and there was a faint sense of flying in his voice, "Could it be that this king is wrong?" It was you who said that this king bullied you, why did this king use the same way to make you take revenge, but you said that this king was a scoundrel. He "tsk" twice, shook his head and sighed, "Oh, this good person is really difficult to be." ”

Mu Xuefu was amused by him, her eyes flickered, and she said: "What a serious person, or the prince, is he so unproductive?" ”

Jing Rong leaned on her shoulder, took her ear in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Why should this king be serious by your side?" It's long gone. ”

Mu Xuefu snorted, and her body trembled slightly by him, she covered Jingrong's cheek with her backhand, rubbed it gently, and said angrily: "Then you can only be not serious in front of me, and you can't be like this in front of others." ”

Jing Rongsong spoke, his palm covered her hand, and his inky eyes flowed with glass-like brilliance, like a bright flame in the vastness of the galaxy, surrounding Mu Xuefu layer by layer, feeling his heat. He is so affectionate, so affectionate that just one look can burn Mu Xuefu to the ground, "Only you, only you." ”

An indescribable joy spread from her heart to her body, and Mu Xuefu raised her eyes to stare at him, her heart filled with a fullness that she had never had.

Jing Rong looked down at her, his smile became stronger, and he hugged her into his arms, "In this life, I only bullied you alone." ”

The light sunlight flowed slowly in the peach blossom glow, plating a layer of golden edge on the human body. The saffron flies down and stains the clothes, and the heart occupies the spring color. The flowers whisper in the late spring, swaying and dancing, like the peach blossoms on the human face in the spring rain.

Mu Xuefu quietly leaned on Jingrong's shoulder, full of beauty, at this moment, a different kind of emotion was born in her heart. It's just that she was just about to explore what kind of feelings this was, when she was disturbed by the voice of an uninvited guest. It is precisely because she did not trace the origin at this moment, or did not deliberately curb it, so that this affection began to grow arbitrarily.

"The concubine body sees the prince, the princess, the prince and the princess Wanfu Jin'an."

Mu Xuefu poked her head out to look at the person who interrupted her rare feeling that the years were quiet and good, and frowned slightly. This Hua Mei'er, since Concubine Hua De died, she has never been under her nose again. It can even be said that she almost forgot Hua Meier.

She was wearing an ivory white dress, plain and unpretentious, and even the dress on her face was not as strong as before, but between her eyebrows was elegant and plain, not at all like what she used to be.

Muchev didn't believe that a person could change his habits in a short period of time, and they were two completely different ones. She pondered in her heart that there must be a demon in everything that is abnormal, and this flower girl doesn't know which play to sing.

Jing Rong glanced at Hua Mei'er lightly, and the corners of his drooping mouth clearly showed that he was displeased. He got up, leaned back on the cushion, and said in an impatient tone, "Why are you here?" ”

Hua Meier's body was obviously stiff, and she forgot to breathe for half a beat. Even if the prince didn't like her before, he was never so impatient as he is now. Is she so unwelcome? Or does the prince have Mu Xuefu and don't look at others at all?

Soon, she adjusted her mentality, smiled slightly, and waved her hand to let the maid behind her send a wine urn to Jing Rong, "This is the osmanthus wine made by the concubine last year, this osmanthus wine is fragrant and fragrant, sweet and sour, and the concubine tastes good when she drinks it, so I want to send it to the princess to taste." I don't want the prince to be here, so I don't know if the prince is interested in tasting this taste. ”

Mu Xuefu has always been cautious about the things sent by others, not to mention that this person is not someone else, but Hua Mei'er, who has been resentful of her for a long time, how can she be so kind?

If she said poisonous wine, she believed it. But if she really has such a good heart, she also thinks that this flower Meier is purely a weasel who has no good intentions to greet the chickens for the New Year.

Mu Xuefu smiled slightly, and a pair of inquiring eyes looked carefully at Hua Mei'er's face, "I've been uncomfortable for the past two days, my throat is very tight, and the doctor said that I can't drink, it's really a waste of Concubine Hua's heart." ”

Hua Meier was not half unhappy because of her resignation, as if she had expected Mu Xuefu to say this. She smiled quietly, disapproving, and said: "If the princess has an uncomfortable throat, she should try this osmanthus wine, which is not only sweet and delicious, but also has a miraculous effect on relieving the dryness, swelling and pain of the throat." Not only that, but it also has the benefit of beauty. ”

Mu Xuefu's expression froze, and she looked at the wine urn meaningfully, thinking in her heart what kind of conspiracy Hua Mei'er had?

Seeing Mu Xuefu's hesitation, Hua Mei'er's expression changed, and she looked at her with resentful eyes, "Is the princess afraid that the concubine will poison this wine?" Although the concubine was ignorant in the past and had a disagreement with the princess, she didn't do anything unfatal, right? She stepped forward, opened the wine urn, and at once there were three glasses, Gu Zi took one and drank it, "In this way, the princess is always relieved." ”

Mu Xuefu's face was pale, a little embarrassed, since this Hua Meier has done this, if she shirks it again and spreads it, some people will say that she is a stingy princess, saying that the wife and concubine of the palace are not compatible. So, she also let it go, without hesitation, and directly picked up the wine glass in the tray.

Just as Mu Xuefu was about to send it to her mouth, Jing Rong suddenly blocked her hand, saw Mu Xuefu looking at her suspiciously, stroked her face, and instructed Zhou Cheng: "Use a silver needle to check this wine urn well." He said to Hua Mei'er again: "It's not the princess who wants to check, it's the king." ”

Hua Mei'er raised her head suddenly, and the center of her eyebrows on her forehead shook violently, like a heavy punch to her heart.

It turned out that Jing Rong didn't believe that she had reached such a point, and she also pampered and maintained Mu Xuefu to such an extent.

The smile on the hand was like a freeze frame, stiff and rigid, Hua Mei'er struggled to squeeze out a smile, and there was a slight tremor in the sound of breathing.

After Zhou Cheng took the silver needle and examined it, he nodded to Jingrong to show that it was not poisonous.

Jing Rong picked up the wine glass, "Since it is your intention, this king will taste it with the princess." ”

Mu Xuefu looked at Hua Mei'er suspiciously, seeing that her expression was indifferent, not like a weak heart, thinking that it might be that she was too careful, so she picked up the wine glass. The aroma of osmanthus is mellow and rich, which is a taste that many people like, but Mu Xuefu doesn't like it. As soon as her nose smelled the smell of osmanthus, she choked her nose in disgust, and put the osmanthus wine on the table again, "I'm really not used to the fragrance of this osmanthus, this time it's really in vain for the kindness of Concubine Hua." ”

Jing Rong took a sip, his expression was light, this sweet taste really didn't meet his appetite. Hearing Mu Xuefu say this, he put down his wine glass, "This king forgot that you said that you didn't like osmanthus, and it was this king's negligence." Then what kind of flower flavor do you like, this king will let people pick it back and brew it for you. ”

Mu Xuefu shook her head and leaned towards Jing Rong, "I don't have any special favorite flower wine, you know that I don't drink well, so it's better to drink less." Otherwise, if you are drunk and ugly, wouldn't it make people laugh? ”

"Who dares to laugh at you?" Jing Rong hugged her shoulders and pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and rubbed his nose affectionately on her face, and whispered: "It's good to be drunk, this king likes you to be drunk the most." ”

Mu Xuefu glanced at him, raised the corners of her mouth upward, and when she withdrew her gaze, her eyes gently swept over Hua Mei'er's face, taking in the jealousy and hatred in her eyes.

She knew that Hua Meier's resentment towards her would never be reduced by half a point, and she had nothing to do today, she would only be a traitor or a thief, but what kind of medicine she sold in this gourd made people a little confused, is there really no problem in this wine?

Hua Mei'er's vicious gaze lowered her head weakly when she met with Mu Xuefu, and in a moment, she raised her eyelids slightly, and her gaze extended inch by inch to Mu Xuefu's untouched wine glass, and the silk hidden in her sleeve was torn by her.