Leaning on the warm incense sandalwood silk for the first time, the wind blows the water of the bucket tent, the dark color flashes in the eyes of Jingrong, but his face is silent, there is a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which hooks Mu Xuefu's small jaw, "Is Xuefu accusing this king of being shallow in learning?" ”

Mu Xuefu smiled, pushed his hand away, turned around and sat down in front of the Qingluan tangled peony dressing table, removed the ornaments on his head one by one, and the bun fell to his waist, like ink like a waterfall, as if a clear spring was flowing downstream, his hair was like a cloud, and his skin was like snow. She looked at the mirror platform, took off the long pendant on her ear, and looked at Jing Rong from the mirror, "The concubine doesn't dare to accuse the prince, besides, the princess is only eight buckets tall and rich in five cars, how can the idea of the concubine be compared with the prince?" ”

Fingers picked up in a huanghuali five-screen style Xishang eyebrow jewelry box, picked up a hibiscus hairpin, thought about it and put it down, and picked up a small begonia bead flower pinned to the edge of the hair, and there was no decoration. Begonias are delicate, the buds are red, like rouge layers of halos, although it is just a simple embellishment, but it is not less delicate.

Jing Rong smiled, sat on the warm couch, and beckoned to her, "Why should Xuefu be presumptuous? When Mu Xuefu walked to him, he stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, "Earlier, Princess Rui was famous for being the first beauty in the capital, and Princess Huai was known as the first talented woman in the capital. "Stopped," but this king felt that their "first" titles were not worthy of the name, and they were not as good as this king's princess was the real first in the world. ”

"Can the concubine understand the prince, is this boasting?" Mu Xuefu turned around, walked to the stove, wrapped the handle of the freshly boiled hot water silver kettle with a cotton towel, shook her hand, sprinkled some water on the coals, and with a "bang" sound, she took two steps back, and carefully put the kettle on the table. He took out a set of exquisite golden agate tea sets and treasured urn water, and then began to make tea in an orderly manner. After the tea foam was poured out, he averaged two cups, and one cup was brought to Jing Rong, "Lord Wang, this water is spring water, which is different from the snow water last time, you taste it." ”

Mu Xuefu's appearance of making tea is very beautiful, and the charm and charm at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows add a little softness under the reflection of the warm winter sun. She is stunningly beautiful, thrilling in beauty, seductive in beauty, but with a kind of fierce and bewitching beauty, there are few such demure and elegant times.

There was a momentary loss of concentration in her eyes, Jing Rong shook her head, and took the tea she brought to her. The steam was mixed with the aroma of tea, the aroma was refreshing, and he smelled it carefully, as if the smell would wash the entire chest, he took a sip, and his mouth was fragrant, overflowing from the mouth to this brain layer, "It is softer and clearer and luscious than snow water, and the soup is brighter, which is very good." "Mu Xuefu rarely makes tea for her, and usually asks the maid to do it for her, it is rare that she has a willingness to condescend to the noble, of course, she has to compliment a few words, "The tea cake is fragrant when chewing, and the water is burning where the smoke is green, Xuefu's tea art is more lean than last time, it seems that this time it is very attentive." It's just on the tip of the tongue, but it's sweet to the heart. ”

Mu Xuefu glanced at him with disgust, "The prince's speech is better than what he sings in the play, but the concubine is making tea, although it is fragrant, but in the end there is still a trace of bitterness, how did it become sweet when it came to the prince's mouth?" ”

Jing Rong tilted his body and leaned to her side, looked at the delicate red and tender lips with ambiguous eyes, and said: "The tongue is full of relish, Xuefu's clever tongue is sweet and delicious, how can this tea be compared." This king is contaminated, of course, the mouth is sweet. ”

Mu Xuefu stared at him, her teeth biting her lower lip gently, and her elbow slammed into his chest, "Dengzi!" Looking at the banter on Jing Rong's face, he said angrily: "I have said it, I have drunk the tea, don't leave quickly, after a long time, the woman in the West Courtyard should have nothing to do again." ”

Jing Rong rubbed his chest, looking at her disgust, he couldn't help but feel itchy in his heart, as if there was something like a feather on the tip of his heart. He turned Mu Xuefu's body and directly hugged her in his arms, his slightly calloused fingers rolling on the delicate skin, "When the matter is over, the king will take you to the Zhuangzi outside the city to relax, where there are mountains and rivers, comfortable and comfortable, you will definitely like it." He lowered his head and stared at Mu Xuefu, and his gentle words were like a breeze, "Just the two of us, okay?" ”

Staring at the imminent face in front of her, Mu Xuefu's eyes flashed, and the slightest tenderness contained in her bottomless eyes made her heart flutter, and she knew that Jing Rong was emotional. But when she should have faced it calmly, or even catered to it, she retreated.

Aren't you always calculating his heart? Don't you want to take revenge on him for making you suffer the humiliation of the past? Didn't you want to use him against the Dog Emperor? Isn't it for revenge that anyone can hurt? Why are you timid at this moment? Or do you still have a trace of goodness in your heart and don't want to hurt him?

Mu Xuefu quickly lowered her head and buried herself in Jing Rong's arms, avoiding the panic in her heart at this moment, and asked herself over and over again why she was holding back.

Is he afraid that he will break his heart when he leaves King Chen's Mansion in the future? Is it for fear that he will be drawn into this never-ending strife? Are you afraid that he is not the only one who is emotional, and he will also be deeply involved?

Mucheph! When did you become a good person? When do you care about others? When do you still have feelings? You don't deserve it, you never deserve it!

For the first time, when Jingrong's tenderness and warmth were about to touch Mu Xuefu's long-frozen heart, she was ruthlessly blocked out of her heart.

The heart is covered by ice and snow little by little, blocking the warmth from the outside world, and the cold heart gradually freezes, but the face is slowly dyed with a layer of warmth like the delicate sun. Mu Xuefu raised her head slowly, her eyes were shy, like a lotus flower after the rain, "As long as you are with the prince, it is good to go anywhere." ”

Mu Xuefu's expression was delicate and cute, Jing Rong got a little closer, her nose was on her cheek, rubbed, her cold thin lips were close, and she kissed like a dragonfly, and the slightest affection was inadvertently revealed, "Soon those irrelevant people will leave, and then there will be only two of us left in this palace." ”

Mu Xuefu's smart eyes circled, raised her eyebrows and looked at him, and said, "The prince's memory is very poor. ”

"Huh?" Jing Rong looked at her suspiciously, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

The sly smile moved slightly, and Mu Xuefu smiled and said: "There are obviously a lot of women in the backyard of the prince, how can you say that there are only two of you and me left?" ”

Jing Rong hooked her nose, "You know that they are just decorations, and this king will not touch them." ”

"I don't know if it's an ornament." Mu Xuefu pushed away the pale pink lips that swept around her face, and glared at Jingrong, "How do you know if you have touched me?" A suspicious look flashed on his face, and he asked, "Even if you haven't touched them, why does the outside say that King Chen has a lot of favors and is amorous?" ”

"This king used to take turns to spend the night in each room," after a pause, Jing Rong wiped Mu Xuefu's lightly raised eyebrows, and continued, "But he will only rest in the side room." This woman wants to gain a foothold in the house, doesn't she just rely on the favor of men, who do you say would be so stupid to say something that has never been favored? I'm afraid it's too late to show off. ”

Mu Xuefu thought for a while, and said, "Also, aren't you afraid of becoming a laughing stock?" Her charming eyes were raised, with a bit of teasing, "It's just that the concubine admires the prince's determination very much, there are so many beauties, but the prince can pass through the thousands of flowers, and the leaves don't touch his body." ”

"Doesn't the leaves get wet? So how did it get you? Jing Rong shook his head helplessly, and the smile that spread on his lips couldn't be contained.

Mu Xuefu glared at him coquettishly, "Who touched you?" Also, where I am a green leaf, it is clearly a red flower. ”

"You are a hibiscus flower, a beautiful hibiscus beauty in the world." The tone gradually decreased, with a seductive timbre, clear and low, Jingrong's gaze flowed on Mu Xuefu's face like greed, his eyes were like the pond water under the sunset in spring, like the soft and soft silk of the waves, and the warmth under his eyes turned into rippling water waves, spreading out in a circle, "Fu'er, you are so beautiful." ”

In "Luo Shen Fu", all the beautiful words are used to describe Zhen Mi, and he never thinks so, thinking that there can be such a beauty in the world. If there is really such a beautiful woman, I am afraid that it will not be stunning but troublesome. But from the moment he saw her in the middle of the summer night, he knew what it meant to be 'fluttering like a frightening hong, graceful like a swimming dragon, glorious autumn chrysanthemum, gorgeous spring pine.' Although he hadn't seen Zhen Mi's appearance, he couldn't compare to Mu Xuefu, because he felt that even "Luo Shen Fu" was not enough to describe her beauty. ”

Mu Xuefu has heard many people praise her appearance since she was a child, but only this time, although it is just a few simple words, she feels more sincere than any flowery rhetoric. She hooked up a strand of dark hair scattered on Jing Rong's shoulders and wrapped it around her fingertips, and gently tugged it, "Lord Wang, everyone says that my sister is a hibiscus out of the water, so what kind of hibiscus do you say the concubine is?" ”

"You're a drunken hibiscus." Jing Rong thought for a moment and said.

Mu Xuefu hesitated, "Drunk Hibiscus? It is said that the corolla of this flower is white in the early morning and early in the morning, and gradually turns to pink, and becomes dark red when it withers from afternoon to evening, the color is uncertain, and it changes three times a day, so it is called three drunken hibiscus. Does the prince want to say that the concubine's temperament is uncertain, and if she says that she will change her face? ”

If it is said that the temperament is uncertain, it is better to say that it is unpredictable, as if the two of them have been together for so long, but he has never been able to see through her, as if there is a layer of mist between the two people, which cannot be dispersed, and every time he wants to remove the fog, she will pull out layers of light veils to cover her nature and draw the distance between them.

"This king wants to say that you are drunk with this king's heart." Jing Rong Langlang smiled, looking at Mu Xuefu's delicate face as jade and red lips as red as cherries, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and an impulse to taste the sweet and delicious taste again ignited in his heart, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air, he lowered his head and got closer and closer to the red lips.