Shushui Garden.
Ling Xueman leaned against the steam-filled bathtub, squinting his eyes lazily, boring to death.
"Princess, the little prince is back to the house." Chuntang said with joy, coming in from outside.
"I'm back? Then I'm relieved." Ling Xueman opened his eyes and sat up slightly.
"Yes, princess, the servant servant waits for you to wash up sooner, it's getting late." Qiuyue said hurriedly.
Ling Xueman yawned, but waved his hand, "You two go to sleep. I want to soak for a while. When the water is cold, I will come out to sleep by myself."
"Wang Concubine, then, the slave girl will put the pajamas here for you. Please be careful not to fall asleep in the tub. If you catch a cold, it will be troublesome." Qiuyue didn't dare to insist, and said in an uneasy manner.
"Okay, I know." Ling Xueman waved his hand again, "Go to sleep."
"Yes, the servants retire!"
The two girls hurriedly quit, closed the door, and went to Xiangtanju to return to life.
Time passed slowly, Ling Xueman leaned back on the edge of the bath tub, three thousand green silk pouring down like a waterfall, the corner of the closed eyes couldn't help but a tear fell down his cheeks.
The silent wall slowly opened and stood in this room again. Mo Qihan felt like a dream. It was originally just an ordinary bedroom, but because of the people living in this room, he became the deepest in his heart. care.
The candlestick was burning brightly, and the longing deep in my heart turned into full of excitement at this moment. He raised his hand, but did not extinguish the candlestick. He wanted to see her, what she looked like at this moment.
The steps were extremely light, so light that there was no sound. The tall body stood behind the screen and looked through the frosted screen. The little man was still soaking in the tub with his back facing the screen. He couldn't see it. When she reached her face, she could only see the waterfall-like blue silk hanging down, she was quiet as if she was asleep, and there was no movement for a long time.
Mo Qihan turned sideways, patted out the candlestick lightly, and the room was plunged into darkness.
And Ling Xueman leaned back on the edge of the bathtub, her eyes closed, she was unaware of the sudden darkness, she was still trapped in her memories, sad and missed the man in her heart.
With a short distance of only two feet, Mo Qihan stepped out step by step, his heart trembling, and his legs trembling. He hadn't even wrinkled his brows before the army, but at this moment, he was excited and nervous. .
He squatted gently beside the bath tub, reached out his hand into the water, frowned slightly, and slowly stroked the white face like a jade, his heart cramps unbearable.
A touch of cold touch spreads to the limbs, and the slight warmth between the fingers really makes Ling Xueman's body tremble suddenly, but her eyes are closed tighter. Don't wake up in a dream, if she can only feel it in a dream When he reached his temperature, she would rather be in a dream all the time, and would rather comfort her unforgettable yearning for him in this way.
At that tremor, Mo Qihan's eyebrows wrung deeper, and he quickly pulled back his hand to grab the dry towel on the small table next to the tub. He thought she was cold, but Ling Xueman couldn't bear it again because of the removal of his fingers. Lived in tears, boundless loss spread, eyelashes trembling lightly, murmured finely, "Dreaming...woke up..."
The hand holding the towel froze in the air, and his eyes flushed rapidly. Mo Qihan couldn't help but the heat in his eyes blurred his vision, shaking his hands and moving to her face, with the most gentle movement to wipe the tears on her face and the voice of his mouth. Hoarse and choked, "The water is cold, shall I take you out?"
As if time had stopped at this moment, Ling Xueman's breathing also stopped. With such a familiar voice, and the reality of the towel on his face, his brain was blank immediately, and his closed eyes opened slowly while he was sluggish. The vague outline was close to her, and the darkness in the room was telling her that the bright candlestick had gone out. Was it... was it him
Xin, almost jumped out of his throat, Yu arm raised slightly, the hand that wanted to touch him froze in the air but suddenly retracted, Ling Xueman closed his eyes tightly again, and red lips whispered, "No, I must be still dreaming...Yes dream…"
With a suffocating pain in his heart, Mo Qihan closed his eyes deeply, plunged his hands into the water, hugged the fragrant body horizontally, and suddenly left the water. She was shocked by the vacant body, and instinctively stretched out his hand to grab it casually. I couldn't believe the collar around his neck, and asked, "Who?"
"Long Man..."
Mo Qihan hardly spilled two words from his throat, hot tears fell without warning, dripping on her eyebrows, scorching her, and pulling her back from the dream to reality. She was shocked and her eyes opened. Freshman raised his head unblinking and looked at his fuzzy face in the dark, let him hold her to the big bed, put her on the bed lightly, and carefully wiped off the water stains on her delicate body with a towel, and then pulled it over Jin was wrapped around her, and then she was tightly embraced with the quilt.
Her head was pressed against his broad chest, listening to his irregular heartbeat, as if she was in a dream, she closed her eyes for a long time and did not dare to open them, each other was silent, too much hoarding What he wanted to say to her in the bottom of his heart, at this moment, but he didn't know where to start, he also lightly closed his eyes, feeling the real her in his arms, his breathing was already disordered.
For a long time, she slowly opened her eyes, and she realized that she was still in his arms, and the sudden ecstasy made her pinch her thigh quietly, painful! Not a dream! It's true, it's the concubine who came back, and he was really screaming just now!
The red lips trembled, the tears flowed first, and the silent sobbing could not express her excitement at the moment. The crying suddenly overflowed from her throat, which shocked him and panicked his heart. He hurriedly cupped her face. , Whispered hoarsely, "Don't cry for a long time, don't cry..."
The more he wiped her tears, she cried more and more fiercely. She grabbed his hand without saying a word and bit down on the back of his hand hard. The tears fell on his hand and he bit. She bit her lip, looked at her quietly with her eyes down, and let her vent.
A faint smell of blood rushed into her nose, she shook, and lifted her head quickly, her fingers trembling and stroking the back of his hand, the hot and humid mucus on the fingers, her pupils tightened, she raised her eyes helplessly and murmured. , "Bleeding, what to do, what to do?"
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all, Manman don't cry!" Mo Qihan raised his hand and continued to wipe Ling Xueman's wanton tears, smiling contentedly, "As long as Manman doesn't get angry, he just abandons this hand. No regrets!"
"Nonsense! Your hands are useless, why are you holding me, you bastard!" Ling Xueman was annoyed and distressed, and his eyes were all black, so he said anxiously: "You light up the candlestick first and wrap your hands. , I don't look at you."
"No, the kitten is just scratching it, don't worry about it." Mo Qihan chuckled, pulling up the quilt that had slipped from Ling Xueman, and wrapping her body, "August has entered autumn, don't catch a cold."
"Why not? Don't care about me!" Ling Xueman's anger suddenly surged, pulling apart the quilt, and showing her body as opposed to him, and shouted: "Light up the lamp, wrap your hands, hurry up !"
"Long..." Mo Qihan frowned.
"Hurry up! Otherwise you will get out!" Ling Xueman gritted his teeth and continued to shout.
Mo Qihan's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "Long Man, cover it in the quilt first, my hand is really fine, you just bite a bit..."
"Are you going? Get out if you don't go, I don't want to see you!" Ling Xueman's chest was violently up and down, tears streaming into her mouth, salty and bitter.
"Manman..." Mo Qihan followed the black and stared affectionately at Ling Xueman, his heart gurgling warmly, a thousand words stuck in his throat, unable to make a sound.
"Light up!" Ling Xueman urged. Seeing that Mo Qihan was still not moving, he stretched out his hands and pushed him down the bed angrily, groaning frustratedly, "Go! I don't want to see you, I don't want to at all. !"
"Long Man!" Mo Qihan choked, and suddenly hugged her naked into his arms, her arms were tightly wrapped around her slender waist, her chin rested on her shoulders, and hot tears fell again. Long, do you miss me? I really want to miss you, and I look forward to this moment every day and night. Finally, I can finally hold you again and don’t drive me away, okay?"
Ling Xueman beat the thick shoulders, venting all the grievances in her heart, "You lie! You don't want me at all, you say one year, I waited for you for one year, but you lied to me, you know to wait one more day in my heart What's it like? I've been waiting for half a year...Liar! Liar! Um..."
"Manman, I really have to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Mo Qihan was so heartbroken that he had to hold Ling Xueman tighter and let her soft body close to his body. At this moment, he no longer wanted to bear it. , Holding up her tearful face, bowing her head against her soft lips, kissing her deeply...
This is the lip kissed countless times in dreams, as sweet as the night of parting, making him nostalgic as ever...
"Manman, I won't go anymore. I'll never go back this time. I will guard you and marry you." Mo Qihan hugged Ling Xueman's head and let her rest on his lap. The smile on the corner of his mouth was deeply affectionate. .
"Marry me?" Ling Xueman was taken aback, and stood up and said: "Can you marry me now? However, the emperor hinted to me today that he wants me to remarry to the masked general! What should we do? Concubine, you'd better take me to elope. Let's find a place no one knows and never return to the capital. After a few years, the wind has passed, how about we secretly come back to see your parents? "
"Long Man!" Mo Qi Hanjun's face twitched a little, isn't the father making trouble? Folding his brows, he hugged Ling Xueman into her arms, wrapped her in a thin quilt, and whispered: "We don't need to elope, how can I let you follow me without a name? I will not only marry you, but also I want to marry you vigorously so that everyone in the world knows that you are my woman. Long, will you give me some more time?"
"But, concubine us, we... I really don't know how you want to marry me, I'm afraid the emperor will kill you when he gets angry!" Ling Xueman was worried, and held Mo Qihan's waist tightly with her backhand. , I don’t want those who are imaginary, I only want you, I’m almost waiting to die for more than a year, no matter what status, what kind of sedan chair, there is no you by my side."
Mo Qihan patted Ling Xueman on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Manman, this is what a responsible man should give to a woman, how can I wrong you? Don't think about it, now I'm back, you are happy Just spend every day, leave everything to me, no more sentimentality, melancholy, depressed, you know?"
"Concubine... are you going to tell me something? For example, where are you this year and a half? What are you doing? Why did you only write me a letter? Why is it so coincidental that you left on the day of the Southern Expedition, and the Southern Expedition is today? Are you back when you come back?" Ling Xueman raised her eyes and asked softly.
"No, I'm not going to tell you anything. We will exchange secrets in the night of the bridal chamber, okay? It's like I'm surprised that you are not literate and won't write a letter for Granny Mei to write, because as far as I know, Ling Beiyuan Although his three daughters cannot be said to be first-class talented women in Beijing, there is no problem with reading and literacy, do you think so?"
Mo Qihan's words made Ling Xueman's face pale a little, and she quietly closed her mouth, not daring to explore his secrets anymore, so that he could not ask her in the end, so he nodded, "Well, wait for the bridal chamber. Exchange secrets in Huazhuye."
"Okay." Mo Qihan smiled, he thought, she must have something to hide from him, although he sent someone to secretly check the matter before her marriage, but no abnormality was found, he could not understand or guess it. Although Ling Xueman was a bit stubborn before leaving the pavilion, he still understood the proper etiquette and rules. However, the Ling Xueman he knew... compared it again, it seemed that the tone of his speech was also different from the original one by a thousand miles.
"Manman, surely your secrets won't affect your feelings for me?" Mo Qihan asked, indeed, worried.
Ling Xueman was taken aback, and immediately shook his head, saying in a low voice: "No, nothing can change my heart for you."
"Well, then I don't ask, we will all wait for that day." Mo Qihan nodded and smiled lightly.
I hugged each other quietly for a while, but for a while, I was speechless. The room was filled with only a deep warmth. Ling Xueman leaned on that solid chest. As before, he was very at ease. With the beloved man by his side, he felt that he had everything. The world, at this moment, she is happy and sweet, like holding a lost treasure, reluctant to let go of him.
"Long Man, one day I won’t have to wake up and leave you in the morning, and we will sleep together until dawn, eat together, take a walk together, you swing and I will accompany you, and if you want to go shopping, I will accompany you. After people, you can tell anyone proudly that I am your man!"
"Well, I'll wait for this day, shit, I believe in you, and always believe in you." Ling Xueman raised a happy smile, hooked Mo Qihan's neck with her jade arm, and took the initiative to put it on her lips.
Mo Qihan's thin lips were light, and he whispered affectionately, "Long Man...I love you, I love you very much, I love you so much..."
The heart, the enthusiastic beating that has never happened before, because of his affectionate confession, because of his rare love, knowing it is a feeling, and hearing it with my own ears is another feeling, this feeling burns her, boiling Up her!
The tip of his nose was sour, tears poured out, but weeped with joy, "Hot...I still want to hear...Can you say it again?"
"Manman, I love you...I love you...I love you..."
In the deep night, a cold moon hung in the dark blue sky, casting spots of Qinghui, the shadow on the bluestone slab was stretched long and long, and slowly moved forward.
Behind him, Mo Qing followed not far and near, hesitated to speak several times.
"It seems that everything was premeditated..."
With a light sigh, Mo Qiming's pace was stagnant, and he continued to pace forward. How many people are destined to be unrest this night
He's alive... He's really not dead!
Such a big trap was set up! How can there be such a coincidence in this world? That set of sayings that call the world can only deceive the ignorant people and the unreasonable courtiers!
Lin Mengqing, Mo Qihan, join hands to plan! No matter how apt to join the army halfway, without going through the Ministry of War or the emperor, how dare even a marshal arbitrarily claim the rank of deputy general
It turned out that the four princes of the sick yangzi were more mindful than he had imagined. They could not kill him several times. I was afraid that it was the so-called military doctor, the genius doctor in the emperor's mouth! Take it away from the coffin? Hmph, there was a scene of not allowing the coffin to be opened. Now it is as he had guessed at the time. It is itself a game of suspended animation to deceive the world. Then, what is his purpose for Qihan? What did he know? What was the purpose of the assassination and poisoning incident on his way back to Beijing
Such an unpredictable intention is by no means as simple as the surface!
Now that I want to come, after Sang Feng's failure, I am afraid that all of them are recruited!
The storm, I'm afraid it is coming!
The first step is to resurrect the crowned prince, and the second step is to ascend the throne as the emperor!
The current peace, should be to sit on the dragon chair smoothly, and then show his intentions step by step, fight with him! Whether the man that night was Lin Mengqing or Mo Qihan, they should know that he was the manipulator behind all this, at least in Ling Xueman's body, they knew it was him!
And who is Ling Xueman's man? With Mo Qihan's strength and strategic methods on the battlefield, would he allow his princess to be caught by Lin Mengqing? What's more, Lin Mengqing has also been sealed off as his sister's husband! Therefore, that man is always the one who is not Qihan!
just…
Mo Qiming's steps stagnated again, and the night wind blew away the long hair that fell on his shoulders, occasionally the hair was swept across his face, and was quickly blown up, just like his mood at the moment, messy and helpless.
Is he going to lose
Jiangshan, beauty, why, why do they belong to Mo Qihan
What is the purpose of not establishing Ling Xueman as the princess? That night, outside the city, the man protected her like a treasure. Is it possible to abandon her? If it really abandons her to consolidate her position, if it really...heh, what can he do? She regarded him as just a friend and relative, not love or liking.
If she says he likes him, he...really wants to let go, take her away, and be with her, in the end of the world...
Thirty years, father, mother, if I lose, can you wait for me? If I lose, I must tell my son, let him live by himself, hatred is always endless, don’t take revenge, don’t live in the dark...
Xueman, how nice if you say you like me? And I’m really tired after all these years of intrigue. I need such a reason to let go and betray my oath to my father, but you... after all, can’t give me such a reason, and I can only go on...
Killing and bloodshed have always been the stepping stones to ascend the throne of God, Mo Qihan, since the fight, how can I make you all go well? Are you father and son already discussing how to eradicate me? Disintegrate my power and rights, reward my garden's honor and comfort me, win Lei Yue, go deep into the battlefield alone to make military merits, let Lin Mengqing take charge of the Guards, suppress the letter of congratulation army, this step-by-step means, this moment demonstrates you Isn't the purpose of it
"Hey, it's getting bright..."
He whispered, and finally stopped. He didn't turn his head, but stood still in the dim night, the tall shadow cloaked in loneliness and loneliness in the night breeze.
"Master, I'm going to court, go back to the house and rest for a while." Mo Qing didn't dare to speak loudly, but couldn't help but care.
"Mo Qing, Fei Ge passed the letter to the letter of congratulation. For the time being, don't act rashly and watch the changes. In addition, the day of the new emperor's accession to the throne is not far away. We should give him a gift on the day he becomes the throne!" Mo Qiming curled his lips coldly and whispered a few words in Mo Qing's ear.
"Yes, master, the slave knows what to do." Mo Qing tightened his eyes and nodded in response.
Mo Qiming narrowed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Has Lin Mengqing's background been found?"
"Back to the master, all the information shows that this person has a blank space for more than ten years. I can't find out where he was in those ten years. What is he doing?" Mo Qing bowed his head and replied.
"Oh? That's a mystery! It seems that we have to figure out the background of the military doctor in the barracks called Master by Lin Mengqing and the man! That old man is definitely not an ordinary doctor who can solve my Miaojiang poisonousness, and..." Mo Qi Ming's words paused, and suddenly remembered one thing, his face became even more gloomy, "It must be this old man who broke the witchcraft technique outside the city two years ago!"
"Master, now that Lei Dajun is stationed in the capital, it is obviously guarding the gateway to the capital to stop General He. Now even the imprisoned guards are under their control. We are in a very disadvantaged situation! In addition to that old man..." Mo Qing said with a stern expression, saw Mo Qiming's unkind face, and stopped talking.
"Are you afraid of death?" Mo Qiming asked coldly.
Mo Qing was stunned, and hurriedly knelt down and said: "The slave is not afraid! The life of the slave is to wipe out the master's soul and go through fire and water!"
"Get up!"
Mo Qiming turned back and walked towards the bedroom.