Mo asked the master, and with a slight light, he saw that the thing in his palm was shining with a smooth light, and the color was gorgeous, like blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Wen's night vision is strong, even if the surrounding light is dark, he can see clearly-

A whistle carved from a rare deep-sea blood amber.

Blood amber is very rare, and after delicate carving, it is in the shape of a little girl wearing a full-breasted skirt with hanging hair. Although it is only the size of a thumb, the little girl's expressions and movements are lifelike.

At first glance, this whistle is a childhood toy, and it is made of blood-colored amber produced in the deep sea of southern Xinjiang, which is really extravagant, and it is likely that the small country in the south has offered tribute to curry favor with the Daxing monarch, which really took a lot of thought.

In the quiet darkness, Mo Wen's smoky eyes narrowed slightly, but it was not because of how valuable this whistle was. He just said casually, saying that he had no one to take care of him at night, and even if he fell, no one would know, and she remembered it in her heart, and she didn't know where to find this whistle and give it to him. She's not kidding, she really cares about him.

Holding it in the palm of his hand for a long time, the blood amber was gradually covered with heat, but Mo Wen was still staring at it, until a slight whimper suddenly sounded on the floor not far away, Mo Wen picked up the bed curtain and looked over, in the dark night, I saw the girl holding the thin quilt, tightly curled up into a ball.

The spring night is slightly cold, the terrain of the courtyard is low, and the grass and trees are vigorous, so the more humid and cold, she prefers to sleep on the floor, how can it not be cold?

A foot away, he was on the bed, she was on the ground, Mo Wen smiled suddenly, the smile was quite helpless, she could do what she said, she vowed to protect him, and she really spared no effort to protect him.

If it is someone else, let alone the princess's daughter, even the ladies of the scholar clan who are a little more wealthy are so precious that they can't wait to show weakness to everyone, preaching that they are weak women who need to be protected, they should sleep in the most decent and soft bed, and they should marry the most powerful husband who can protect them......

Flooring? Oh, what a joke.

Bailijing, what are you trying to do?

Want peace of mind?

Or is it a place to escape?

Mo Wen smiled, lifted the brocade quilt and got out of bed, approached Bailijing step by step, looked down at her condescendingly for a long time, and then slowly lowered his body and squatted beside her.

She should have had a nightmare, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, her right hand habitually clenched her left wrist, her body curled up tighter and tighter, and her whimpering gradually became louder, and she was faintly heard crying: "Han Ye...... Han Ye...... I hurt ...... It hurts......"

Mo Wen's face became more and more heavy, two days ago he untied the coral beads wrapped around her wrist for her, and also bandaged the wound, and then she put it on without knowing whether she was alive or dead. If she kept pinching as hard as she was now, she would have to break her left wrist.

Everyone knows that Princess Daxing Guojing has superb archery skills, and easily won the first place in last autumn's hunting, and Emperor Jingyuan gave him a red gold bow and a Xuantie dagger, which won supreme praise. But if people know that this princess Jing's left hand is no different from being useless, and she can no longer shoot arrows with a bow, I don't know how to sigh.

The cold night wind broke in from the window, blowing Mo Wen's hair, and slowly teasing his heart, before Bai Lijing noticed, he first clicked her hole, so that she was completely quiet, her body softened, and she no longer continued to toss herself.

Then, Mo Wen knelt on one knee, carefully wrapped her person in his arms along with the thin quilt, and walked towards the bed with the curtains hanging with a steady step.

For all these years, he had never held a girl so intimately, and he had never explored a girl's mind several times with interest, and before that, he should have been disheartened and disappointed with a woman, but in these days a little seed of hope gradually rose.

It turns out that there is still a pure and clean heart in this world, but this heart has been deeply wounded and broken into tiny particles, and he can vaguely see those free fragments, but he can't touch them, and each piece of that small fragment is engraved with the name of the same person - Han Ye, Han Ye......

He did not lie down on the bed, but stood on the edge of the bed, bent down and rolled up her trouser legs, and sure enough, he saw a circle of bandaged white silk on the right calf, the technique was too rough and clumsy, and the white silk was already stained with blood.

Mo Wen frowned and untied the dead knot, applied some ointment to the subtle wound, and re-bandaged it. After that, she untied the string of coral beads wrapped around her wrist, and the wound was much better than the day before, but it was difficult to recover......

After a long time, after taking care of everything, Mo Wen pulled the brocade quilt on the inside of the bed and covered it for her, and somehow felt a little irritable, he lifted the corner of the quilt and lay down beside her, and re-pinched the bloody whistle on the pillow in the palm of his hand. He didn't turn on the lamp the whole time, and the room was dark.

It is not good for her body to seal too many acupuncture points, Mo Wen solved several of her big acupoints, only ordered the sleeping acupoints, Baili Jing frowned and turned over, her body still shrunk into a ball, as if she was holding herself for warmth.

Mo Wen turned sideways to face her, his long arms naturally stretched out, and he held her in his arms along with the thin quilt, and each other's breaths were suddenly close at hand.

It seemed that he was not used to the smell of medicine on Mo Wen's body, Bai Lijing's brows frowned deeper, and she instinctively struggled in his arms. Mo asked, holding it tighter and tighter, letting her head rest on his chest, and her petite and soft body was very close to him.

As soon as Mo Wen lowered his head, his lips were close to her ear, he opened his mouth and said something, but he didn't make any sound, the light in his eyes was cold and warm, and he couldn't see clearly.

After being stunned for a while, Mo Wen raised the bloody whistle in front of his eyes, and the corners of his lips slowly hooked - at this time, she didn't know that he was writing in her palm, and she couldn't hear him talking in her ear, should he blow this whistle to make her sober up?

What a clumsy method, what a naïve girl, there are so many things he wants to say, how to use this whistle appropriately?

If you smell a smell for a long time, you won't continue to reject it if you get used to it, Bai Lijing struggled from the beginning to the later adaptation, and took the initiative to snuggle her head into his arms to find a more suitable position.

Mo Wen kept his eyes open and stared at her sleeping face, focused enough not to let go of any slight change in her expression. In order to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth, at dinner, Yuanshan poisoned her porridge, a chronic poison called "drunken pothos", which is mild and not easy to detect, but over time, it can kill people unknowingly.

It's too easy to deal with a girl who doesn't care about scheming, so why bother with it?

Bai Lijing's hand moved suddenly, groping on Mo Wen's body, and when she grabbed his big hand, she held it tightly and refused to let go, Xu is palm was a little cold, and she murmured dissatisfiedly: "Han Ye...... Cold ......"

The night breeze stirred the light curtain, the person in his arms teased his nerves, Mo Wen suddenly held her little hand, the internal force was urging, the palm was hot, almost at the same time, he lowered his head, and took her half-open and half-closed lips in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue carefully traced on her soft lips, so that she could no longer spit out half of the person's name.

Don't worry, fool. You take your warmth, and I take my heart. We...... It's a long time coming.

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【Daily Theatre Rush Quiz】

Question: The whistle made of deep-sea blood amber is a pair, where is the other one?

There is a prize for the first correct answer.

Hiia, this answer is very tricky, let your imagination run wild!

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