If Murong Qian never had such a big reaction, Dongfang Jing might have forgotten the peerless and beautiful woman in white in her memory... But at this moment, she remembered it very clearly.
"Ten years?" Dongfang Jing twitched her lips, "You have divorced for ten years, but Princess Chu Chun is still unmarried."
Murong Qianjue was a little irritable, she tore off the belt she had just fastened, and slid her big palm along the bottom of the skirt, stroking her warm skin with cold fingertips, making the other party shudder.
Dongfang Jing's breath was short, and she almost subconsciously refused.
Murong Qianjue had no tendency to stop at all, and looked at her with a pair of cold eyes, and said in a cold voice, "The princess is still thinking wildly, which means that the king is not trying hard enough—"
"no, do not want-"
Dongfang Jing was startled, the man acted boldly, and his slender fingers penetrated into her... Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, it was hard to tell!
"Are you still thinking about it?" Murong Qianjue stared at her intently.
Dongfang Jing shook her head reluctantly.
Because of that face that was exactly the same as that of the fourth brother, her heart couldn't help trembling. Obviously from the very beginning, she planned to keep a distance from Murong Qianjue, but... now it seems that she can't do it anymore!
Murong Qianjue is the kind of temperament that penetrates every hole. She tried her best to avoid it, but it was still in vain.
Murong Qianjue's eyes moved slightly, and he said in a half-truthful tone, "My lord has nothing to do with Chu Chun. If there is any relationship, it is also the relationship between Zongzheng Fusu and her. A white lotus like Chu Chun , It’s really not to my liking! I just like green flowers in the army like you, and wild roses with thorns like you!”
Dongfang Jing twitched the corner of her mouth and said awkwardly, "I don't care who you like."
Thinking of the indulgence of the past few days, Murong Qianjue stopped the hand that was about to untie his clothes, picked up Dongfang Jing from the bed with his big palm, then straightened her clothes and said, "Let's go! Go to the prime minister's mansion, don't let me Mother is waiting anxiously."
Dongfang Jing was slightly taken aback, a little surprised. Half undressed, but not in the end... huh? That's all? This doesn't seem to be Murong Qianjue's temperament.
Murong Qianjue turned his head so suddenly, his eyes sparkled, and the corner of his mouth smiled, "Ah Jing, I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, when the matter is resolved, I will definitely satisfy you. It's just that I'm not qualified right now. My son-in-law still needs to please his mother-in-law—”
Dongfang Jing felt that she was being molested again, she lowered her head, walked forward without saying a word.
Murong Qianjue has long legs, he chased after him in three or two steps, hooked her with his big palm, and brought her into his arms.
Dongfang Jing struggled twice to no avail, so she simply let him hold her.
Prime Minister's Mansion, Wanyun Pavilion.
"Here we come! Master, Uncle and Third Miss are back!" said the servant girl, Ah Huai.
Ye Anning rushed out to greet her.
Murong Qianjue and Dongfang Jing returned hand in hand, with a look of love and affection, which really envied everyone.
Murong Qianjue wrapped his arms around Dongfang Jing's waist all the way, as if he was reluctant to let go. And Dongfang Jing thought of the two plum blossoms he swallowed, and guessed that his body hadn't fully recovered, so she would reach out to wipe his sweat from time to time.
Rong Yingying, who was hiding behind the rockery, couldn't help but glared at Ke'er, who was beside her, and scolded, "Didn't the spies say that Prince Gong and his wife are at odds these days?! This loving appearance is called a breakup?"