After "throwing" her aunt into the flower hall, Qiao Wei left. The two of them are not too thick-skinned, and staying there by themselves will only increase the embarrassment. It's better to let them solve it by themselves.
Qiao Wei not only left by herself, but also dismissed all the servants in the yard. The flower hall was so quiet that only the occasional birdsong could be heard from the big tree outside the house.
Queen Yeluo was standing near the door, not knowing how far away King Yin was. She grabbed her fingers one after another, feeling extremely uneasy.
Prince Yin looked calmer than her, but it was unknown whether he was really calm or deliberately suppressed the tension in his heart.
The two were deadlocked like this, and neither of them spoke.
It was Queen Yeluo who mustered up the courage to break the silence between each other: "That... you... how is your injury?"
King Yin's injury in the dungeon had already stabilized, so he asked this question when he had nothing to say.
Prince Yin answered her blankly: "It's much better."
"That's good, that's good." Queen Ye Luo took a deep breath nervously, a faint blush appeared on her fair face, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and anxiety flashed in her glass-like pupils. shimmering.
King Yin gave her a complicated look, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, she spoke again: "Xiaowei told me, she... did she tell you?"
"En." Prince Yin responded lightly.
Queen Yeluo plucked up the courage to take a few steps towards him, and stopped about one meter away: "What do you think?"
"I don't know." King Yin said.
Queen Yeluo heard this, but instead of being disappointed, a light suddenly flashed in her eyes: "You don't hate me?"
King Yin cleared his throat, and hummed a little.
Queen Yeluo's whole heart is going to fly, he doesn't hate her, he really doesn't hate her, hohohohoho...
At first, King Yin's misunderstanding of Queen Yeluo was mainly due to her appearance of having ulterior motives for herself. Now that she knew why such an attempt was made, naturally she would not be disgusted with her original actions.
What's more, at the most difficult time, she saved herself desperately, even if she was a stranger, King Yin never had any reason to hate him.
It's just that just because he doesn't hate her doesn't mean he can readily accept her identity.
Sensing King Yin's indifference, Queen Yeluo suppressed the smile on her face, and said cautiously: "I don't remember the past, I don't know how I lost you... I didn't go to find you either... You don't want to admit that I should..."
King Yin didn't speak.
"I understand you if you..."
"Whose son am I?"
"Mine!"
"I mean..." Prince Yin's throat slipped, "Father."
"Ah..." Queen Yeluo was stopped by the question, she couldn't remember the past, how could she know who she gave birth to King Yin
"When do you remember, when do you come to recognize me again?"
What a tactful refusal, but Queen Yeluo didn't think so, as long as she remembered who that man was, she could recognize her son home. How could there be such a cheap thing in the world
Queen Yeluo couldn't be happier, and said with a smile: "It's a deal, you can't go back on your word when the time comes."
King Yin didn't think she could remember at all, so he agreed without hesitation. At this time, King Yin didn't know that he would soon be slapped in the face.
…
The meeting ended successfully. Queen Yeluo went back to Xiaoyuxuan in a good mood. King Yin went to Qinglianju and went with her. The two walked side by side. In Qinglianju, I saw my three little boys threw that kid Jing Yun to the ground and kissed him wildly.
King Yin couldn't see it...
He took off the three cubs, carried one on his shoulder, and held the other by the hand, and returned to the mansion with a pale face.
Jing Yun returned to the room pitifully, and sat on the chair in a particularly resentful manner.
Qiao Wei looked at her son's face that was almost swollen from being kissed, she couldn't hold back, and smiled, such a pee is so attractive to girls, how can it be so big when he grows up? Ouch, this child is a disaster for the country and the people!
"Mother, why are you still laughing?" Jing Yun asked depressedly.
Qiao Wei couldn't help laughing and said: "Mother is happy, of course she will laugh when she is happy."
Jing Yun muttered, "What's there to be happy about? I've been molested."
Oops, we all know about molesting, Qiao Wei was overwhelmed by cuteness, rubbed his son's little head, and said angrily: "So what if you molested? You are a man and you don't suffer."
Mother, is it really good for you to teach your son like this...
Qiao Wei couldn't help joking: "They like you so much, which one do you like best?"
Jing Yun said without thinking, "I don't know."
"I don't know?" Qiao Wei smiled maliciously, "Why don't you marry all three of them?"
Jing Yun said seriously with a small face: "How can I do that? Haven't I already married my mother? I can't marry anyone else."
Qiao Wei raised her eyebrows: "Ah, I almost forgot about it."
Jing Yun said solemnly: "Yeah, so am I the kind of person who goes on and on?"
Qiao Wei raised her forehead, and she was in the middle of nowhere, did she miss something...
The little nuns left, and the golden eagle was finally able to land. After flying all afternoon, its hair was almost gone, and it urgently needed to eat Xiaobai three times to replenish its strength.
Dabai nestled in the quilt of his hanging basket, clutching the handkerchief, covering his heart, sobbing silently like a trampled young mink who lost his footing.
Zhu'er was rescued by Fu Xueyan's lightness kung fu, and the little monkey received a very strong (not) fright, and will sleep with the adults tonight.
In the dark night, Ji Mingxiu came out of the dungeon, got into the carriage and went back to Ji's house.
Qiao Wei just came out of the shower, wearing a set of apricot-colored pajamas, her skin was already fair and clear just after getting out of the water, but it was set off by the color of the pajamas, making it more soft and delicate.
A thick cotton cloth was draped over her shoulders, and her long wet hair was scattered on the cotton cloth, like a still black waterfall, with the light of the pearl shining lightly, the luster lingered.
She sat in front of the dressing table, gently brushed her shiny black hair to one side, and dried it with a cotton cloth.
On the neckline of her pajamas, her slender neck like a white swan can be seen.
Looking at the slender neck, Ji Mingxiu's eyes darkened a little.
Qiao Wei noticed his gaze, turned sideways, and smiled slightly: "Are you back?"
Ji Mingxiu's heart was filled with her smile, he unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, and walked over: "It's so late, you still haven't slept?"
"Wait for you." Qiao Wei said smoothly.
Ji Mingxiu snorted speciously: "This glib is really good at it."
After that, he took the cotton cloth from her hand and gently wiped her wet hair.
Her hair looks soft, and it feels even softer, as if it can make people's hearts soft. Ji Mingxiu rubbed it, and his eyes became gentle.
Qiao Wei looked at him from the bronze mirror: "Have you gone to see Concubine Rong?"
Ji Mingxiu hummed: "Let's see if her fate is as miserable as imagined."
"Just for this?" Qiao Wei asked, blinking her eyes.
Ji Mingxiu rubbed her hair with the utmost gentleness: "The emperor made her so angry that she didn't even bother to ask her what she came for, but now she is so stimulated that she is going crazy, even if she wants to ask, she can't ask anything. "
"Actually, some things can be guessed without asking. She is Ye Luo's secret agent. The purpose of coming to Daliang is either the palace or the throne, or both."
Concubine Rong really wanted to let King Yin inherit the throne, but not for King Yin, but for Ye Luo and herself. As long as she controls the court of Daliang, many things will be much easier to do.
She has been hiding her powers and biding her time for so many years. It is nothing more than the fact that the prince has the backing of the emperor and the Ji family. King Yin is no match for the prince and Mingxiu in any way. She needs a suitable time, but this time did not come. Wave after wave of Yeluo's secret work was wiped out, and even Concubine Rong herself was exposed under their noses.
Concubine Rong was desperate, so she had no choice but to fight against them ahead of schedule.
"But why did she kill me first? Do you think I'm the easiest to deal with?"
Ji Mingxiu gave her a look of "Isn't it?"
Leader Qiao can be said to be very depressed!
Not because you are the best to deal with, but because you are the most important, no matter to me or to Yinzu.
Ji Mingxiu dried her hair, put down the cotton cloth, wrapped his arms around her back knees and back, bent down and picked her up, gently placed her on the soft bed, and looked at her deeply.
The old couple is old, and his heart beats faster when he looks at him with such scorching eyes.
Qiao Wei raised her slender fingers and covered his eyes, his long eyelashes swept across her palm, the palm seemed to be scalded, and her whole body was numb.
Ji Mingxiu got up and pressed up, just pressing down vainly, the faint fragrance and masculine breath that belonged to him instantly enveloped Qiao Wei, Qiao Wei's head was a little dizzy.
Ji Mingxiu smiled lightly: "How is Auntie?"
"Um?"
It's all on the bed, you asked me this
Qiao Wei seemed to wake up suddenly from a drunken state, her blurred eyes became clear, but there was still an abnormal blush on her face.
Ji Mingxiu kissed her soft lips comfortingly, but he kept teasing her, but he refused to give it to her, and even asked some serious words: "Auntie and King Yin have met?"
"Forget it... right." I didn't call my mother, but it was almost the same. It doesn't matter if my aunt can't remember, can't they still check
Qiao Wei put her hand on his chest: "Is the injury healed?"
Ji Mingxiu said softly: "Okay." The medicine brought by the Yin clan was very effective, and most of them were cured in almost one night. "Do you want to check?"
Qiao Wei's face was flushed by his provocative words. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was not the only one who was confined these few days. She lay beside him every day. Facing such a beautiful face, she also needed a lot. Strong self-control didn't wipe him out, okay
Ji Mingxiu took her hand and put it on her belt, and Qiao Wei's magnetic voice slowly sounded in Qiao Wei's ears, so sweet that it could make people's ears pregnant: "Untie it."
Qiao Wei loosened his belt slowly, and his clothes came loose. Qiao Wei peeled off gently, revealing his strong shoulders and chest, as well as the gauze wrapped around the wound: "I took it off."
"Um."
Qiao Wei removed the gauze, and the wound healed better than she had imagined, but the wound was too deep, and it was impossible not to leave a scar.
Thinking of this perfect figure and the ugly scar she has since then, Qiao Wei can't wait to kick that guy down the latrine pit seventeen or eight times!
Ji Mingxiu pinched her delicate jaw, kissed her lips, and said softly on her lips: "In a while, I may need to retreat."
Qiao Wei was taken aback, all the charm was interrupted at this moment, she moved up and looked at him puzzledly: "Why do you want to retreat?"
Ji Mingxiu said: "The first six levels of Nine Sun Palms are fairly easy, but the seventh level is a bit laborious. The seventh level is a watershed. Some people have been blocked here all their lives, and Mu Qiuyang is like this. "
Qiao Wei said thoughtfully: "That guy has only practiced the seventh level. No wonder he can't cure your palm poison. After all, we are still short of the last level of exercise."
Let that damned falcon go.
Qiao Wei pondered: "The Falcon belongs to Cangjiu, Cangjiu and Concubine Rong seem to be together, you think... the last page will be in Concubine Rong's hands?"
Ji Mingxiu shook his head: "I've looked for it, but there isn't one."
"Is it still in Cangjiu's hands?" Qiao Wei asked.
"It should be." Ji Mingxiu said.
Qiao Wei gritted her teeth: "Dog, if you dare to steal the secret book of this gang leader, the next time you see him is his death date!"
"Boss Qiao, concentrate."
"Who mentioned it first?"
"I."
"Then you still—well..."
The lips were blocked, the domineering and forceful kiss fell, the bed hook swayed gently, the entangled figures in the curtain, heavy panting, and shameful voices spread out layer upon layer in the night , a beautiful room.