Boiling the decoction, slowly talking about his experience, frank and swaying without the slightest concealment, from becoming a ghost on the execution ground, to being tried by Yin Si, and finally to the reincarnation of Wang Lalang, what he thought.

"If Lang Jun dislikes that the concubine is no longer the daughter of the boudoir, he can write a letter of resignation, and the concubine is willing to reconcile with Lang Jun." Siqin Mi collected the juice of the decoction, put it in a medium bowl, sat on the edge of the bed again, stirred the spoon of the medicinal juice, moved her lips together, and blew the cooling medicinal juice.

Obviously has a gentle attitude, but it feels like forcing the palace.

"Hades is a matchmaker, and An dares to disobey." Pulled out a smile, I wanted to smile and lighten up the atmosphere.

"Lang Jun doesn't have to find other excuses, if you don't want to, the concubine won't force it, it's the concubine who owes you." Siqin Mi put down the bowl and said angrily.

"It's obvious that I owe you, but it's a pity that you have a lifetime of immortal fate." Zhuang Xun remedied that because he had no immortal fate in the next life, how could he owe himself.

"If Lang Jun accepts the concubine for this reason, there is no need, the concubine also knows the truth of his wife marrying a boudoir girl, Lang Jun has no choice but to marry a concubine, and the concubine does not want to fetter Lang Jun, the concubine can earn a lifetime of immortal fate, and now she can earn another life." Siqin Mi Ganglie said.

"I don't agree with this sentence, the ancestors said: marry a wife should marry a virtuous, the sage of the lady, the gods know, heaven is a good match, how can I deviate, I want the lady to be noble, I am attached, I feel that it is difficult to match with the lady, if the lady does not dislike, I am willing to marry with the lady forever." In this case, what else is there to shirk, Zhuang Xun shouted directly to the lady and held her soft.

A good wife who is recognized by ghosts and gods, marrying is a lot of money and winning hemp.

This is also Zhuang Xun's true thoughts, although Si Qinmi is disfigured, but she is really gentle, and she is organized, and she feels like marrying a good wife, as for whether she is a boudoir girl He doesn't care so much.

"If you don't live up to your concubine, your concubine won't live up to your concubine." Siqin Mi could feel the sincerity in Zhuang Xun's mouth and made a promise.

"With a lady, there is no second heart." After Zhuang Xun was set off by the atmosphere, he also said emotionally.

"A concubine is not a jealous wife, and it is okay to like concubines and beauties." Si Qinmi smiled, pulled out her hand and picked up the decoction again.

"......" Zhuang Xun was silenced by her words.

After taking a sip of the decoction, Zhuang Xun held back a sentence: "How can that be regarded as a loss to you." ”

"Divorce your wife." Si Qinmi's tone did not change much, but the atmosphere changed a lot.

"Are you thinking about Zhenguo Gong? I'm sorry. In this atmosphere, Zhuang Xun naturally thought of what happened to Xiu Shu and Zhenguo Mansion and said it casually, and then immediately realized what nonsense he had said.

"That's the case, why should Lang Jun apologize, you should reprimand the concubine." Si Qin Mi handed the cold decoction to Zhuang Xun's mouth, her face expressionless.

"Well, you and Zhenguo Gong are very affectionate." Listening to her describe the situation of the Zhenguo Mansion, Zhuang Xun felt something.

"I made an oath that I would die together." Si Qinmi's tone was indifferent, and the bowl she was holding began to tremble slightly.

"Don't be sad, the inquiry will not live up to you." Zhuang Xun has a strong ability to observe words and colors, he comforted him, took the soup bowl, and drank it in small sips.

"Once a wife of others, it is difficult to inherit the grace of Lang Jun, the concubine is not a boudoir girl, and it is difficult to verify the truth." Siqin Mi's body trembled, and she was a little bitter.

"What boudoir girl is not a boudoir girl, I just like a wife, I like this kind of mature and gentle, I can't say if my mind is really true, whether you believe me or not, it is responsible to treat you as a wife, and you will not live up to me, I will not live up to you." Zhuang Xun, who leaned forward, put the medicine bowl back on the table on the side, and freed up his hands to hug Si Qinmi, his brain was burned badly, but his thoughts were extremely clear.

"How can anyone like a wife, the wife is not clean, and the concubine is ashamed to remarry as a wife." Si Qinmi touched Zhuang Xun's cheek, the hot temperature made her heart tremble, knowing that it was comforting words that still made people happy.

"How come, some people in my hometown just like wives and are called Cao thieves, maybe I can tell you about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, this country doesn't, but unfortunately I only remember the classic passages, and I can't restore them one to one, there is a prince in this story who especially likes wives cough cough cough ......" Zhuang Xun said in a good way, his throat itched and couldn't help coughing.

"Okay, no need to explain, concubine believes, lie down, concubine help you wipe your sweat." Si Qinmi smiled and took Zhuang Xun's words.

The towel gently brushed his cheeks, the medicine worked, Zhuang Xun's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the hand stretched out from the side quilt grabbed Si Qinmi's clothes, and he fell asleep again.

Siqin Mi looked at Zhuang Xun who was asleep, and she was also a little tired.

There is still a bed in the side room, but looking at Zhuang Xun's hand holding her clothes, she hesitated for a moment, took off her shoes, lifted the quilt and leaned on a pillow with Zhuang Xun, since she recognized the fact of remarrying, it should be the same bed.

Zhuang Xun vaguely felt that Si Qinmi was in his bed, and he hugged him in a daze, this is his own mother, Siqin Mi seemed to have put something on him, he didn't care, and when he woke up the next day, he saw that there was an extra herring jade pendant on his chest.

There was only a wisp of incense left in the quilt, Siqin Mi was boiling medicine for Zhuang Xun early, yesterday was to take care of Zhuang Xun at any time, so she boiled medicine in the room, and today she went to the room.

Zhuang Xun was sore, but he still followed the sound and walked to the kitchen, he felt much better, and he didn't need to take medicine.

He walked to the door of the house, but was stunned.

The beauty is tied into knots, the goose egg cheeks are smooth and flawless, if the moon is flawed, rich and noble, a pair of phoenix eyes hook people's souls, the light willow eyebrows become sparse shadows, frowning eyebrows, Jing Fu Chengquan, dotted red lips, beautiful, gorgeous peach and plum, slender posture, ethereal and misty fairy atmosphere, peony fairy descends to earth, elegant demeanor, step by step lotus, attracting butterflies around.

The corners of the eyes are hooked and charming, with more half-life feelings, looking back, how many amorous veins, honey and peach, ruthless and affectionate, the so-called charming but not demonic, the eyes are moving, regretting and complaining, the beauty is obsessed, and it has caused thousands of catastrophes.

Plain clothes can hardly hide the fairy posture, Tingting jade, curly and graceful, standing beautiful and delicate, fragrant and beautiful, rich and rich.

"Lang Jun, you should rest in bed, look at the concubine like this, the concubine is abnormal." The beauty was disgusted first, and found that Zhuang Xun's eyes were wrong, and said strangely.

"It's so beautiful, how did you recover from your disfigurement." Zhuang Xun blushed and his heart beat faster.

"Disfigured? Go back to bed first, boil the medicine and we'll take care of it slowly. Siqin Mi helped Zhuang Xun back to the bed and said.

"I'm fine, I don't need to take medicine." Zhuang Xun took the initiative to say that he didn't want to trouble Siqin Mi to boil medicine.

The high fever has subsided, and now there is only body aches after excessive exercise.

"Illness comes like a mountain, illness goes like a thread, how can it be so easy." Touching Zhuang Xun's forehead, the beauty showed a comfortable smile.

Zhuang Xun looked at her cheeks, playing with the herring jade pendant, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"What does Lang Jun want to eat, the concubine prepares it for Lang Jun." Thinking about the boiling decoction, Zhuang Xun persuaded him to go back to the room, and Si Qinmi prepared to go back to the room.

"Rice porridge is good, mother...... The child doesn't have to bother. "Yesterday I didn't have any burden in the face of the disfigured Siqin Mi and called the lady, but today I am embarrassed to face the goddess who looks like a fairy.