Mo Shang is young

Luo Yingying strolled in the courtyard feeling lost, and really didn't want to go back to her bedroom. After getting married, she almost still had an empty boudoir every night, which is really a kind of irony.

There is no wind and no moon tonight, and the galaxy hangs high.The twinkling stars in the vast sky add three points of loneliness and seven points of melancholy, and I think of the lofty Muyue God of War, who always rejects people thousands of miles away.But it is obviously different for the daughter of the prime minister, maybe I don't have such luck in my life to be favored by that person!

I can't help but feel a little sad when I think of this, but then I think that Han Zixing's attitude towards him is no longer as cold and ruthless as before, and he even feels sorry for me to cook porridge for him, and I feel relieved suddenly.It is good to have hope, but I am afraid that blindly persisting will turn out to be a dead end in the end.It doesn't matter, there is still a long way to go, and you can always win his heart slowly, after all, she is still his rightful side concubine.

Lianbu moved lightly, and went to the wing room to wake up Yuan'er and Li'er to prepare hot water for a bath.

After ordering everything, he went back to his room, pushed open the door, and the wooden door creaked, like a sigh.There were no candles in the house, and it was pitch black, which made people feel desolate.

The big carved bed is vaguely visible through the screen, which is hard to see clearly.The bedroom is very big, facing the door is a large and square table with four small stools; a screen style opens the bed to the outside world, and not far from the next bed is a small square table behind the screen, it was this on the wedding day In front of Zhang Xiaoqiao's square table, Han Zixing drank the wine by himself. On one side of the room, there were simple bookcases and desks, the four treasures of the study, plain qin and flute, and on the other side were wardrobes and dressing tables.

At this moment, Luo Yingying was sitting at the table facing the door, staring in a daze at the flickering candle just lit, and the huge room became more and more empty.

Han Zixing was wearing a middle coat—she never dared to take off her middle clothes—lying on the bed, half asleep and half awake, she heard someone push the door in, but she didn't see Luo Yingying until the faint candlelight came on.Somewhat surprised in my heart, I opened the gauze curtain, and the screen cut off most of the candlelight, and I could only see the shadowy figure being elongated, elongated, elongated by the candlelight... I felt vaguely guilty, if I hadn't met myself, Luo Yingying shouldn't be so lonely, Luo Yingying is the daughter of the richest man, she is outstanding in talent and appearance, there will be many young men who will break through the threshold.

Just as he was about to get up, the door opened again.

"Miss, the hot water is ready."

"Well, put it behind the screen!" There was a strong sense of loss in the voice.

Han Zixing quickly put on the gauze curtain and remained silent.

But the sharp-eyed Li'er still saw Han Zixing's boots in front of the bed, and nudged Yuan'er lightly with his elbow, pouting.Yuan'er also understood in an instant, but looking at her young lady's appearance, she clearly didn't know that the prince was in the room tonight.The two little girls withdrew from Luo Yingying without telling Luo Yingying.

Luo Yingying stood up slowly and walked around the screen, feeling depressed and in a daze, so she didn't notice that there was a Han Zixing in the gauze tent.

With her back to Han Zixing, she took off her clothes slowly. Han Zixing wanted to remind her, but she didn't know if Luo Yingying's movements were obviously faster than her consciousness or if she subconsciously didn't want to remind her that she was in the room. In short, she wanted to say something. At that time, Luo Yingying had already taken off her obscene clothes.

Han Zixing was dumbfounded for a moment, holding the quilt firmly with callused palms to prevent himself from making a sound.Until Luo Yingying took off the moon white bellyband embroidered with mandarin ducks, Han Zixing's brain exploded with a bang.

Luo Yingying is a beautiful woman, although she is not gorgeous at first glance, but she has a special temperament, it is the kind of beauty that the more you look at it, the more you can't move your eyes.Even with her back to Han Zixing, she could still see that her skin was finer than snow, her figure was exquisite, her slender waist could only be grasped, and she was currently lifting her small jade feet into the soup bucket.

The dense heat was blowing towards her face, Luo Yingying's black long hair was wild and messy, and her fair skin was a little flushed due to the heat, and sometimes she lifted her jade arms like lotus roots and sprayed water on her body.Han Zixing was a little obsessed with watching, and even controlled his breathing very lightly, for fear of disturbing the people in front of him.

Such beauties should only exist in the sky, but now they come to this world to endure hardships, which makes people have to hurt.Anyway, Han Zixing felt very distressed at the moment.

With the sound of "哗啦", Luo Yingying got up, still facing Han Zixing, casually put on the clothes that Yuan'er Li'er had prepared, wiped her long hair, and approached the big carved bed step by step.

After the bath, the beauty didn't have the dignified and rigid expression she usually has. She was full of coquettishness, her brows and eyes were full of romantic charm, her clothes were loose and loose, and the scenery was faintly visible.Suddenly, her footsteps stopped, she saw Han Zixing's boots, and Han Zixing in the tent followed suit.

"My lord, is that you?" Luo Yingying's voice was a little trembling, she didn't know if she was a little nervous because of panic or excitement.

"Hey, it's my king." He said and opened the curtain.Han Zixing felt a little regretful, if he had known this embarrassing situation, he would have stayed in the study.However, this Luo Yingying is really pretty, the more she looks the better.

"My lord, why didn't you tell Yingying." The words were full of the tenderness of the little girl's family.

"My lord is a little tired today, so I rested early, I didn't expect..." He paused, what did he expect?Didn't realize you were taking a shower?It doesn't feel right no matter what.

Luo Yingying chuckled lightly:

"It's rare for the lord to be in this room." The words were full of sorrow, and he was not polite, and he sat on the edge of the bed and continued to wipe his wet hair.

"My king usually..."

"My lord is usually busy with official duties, so naturally I don't have time to pay attention to Yingying." Luo Yingying snapped.

"No..." Being overwhelmed by Luo Yingying's words, Han Zixing blushed and couldn't speak, but just looked at Luo Yingying, where is there any air of a prince?It's like a child seeing candy.

"Isn't it? It's always an extravagant hope for Yingying to see the prince." Maybe it was stimulated by Han Zixing's bringing back to Hong Xueqing, or maybe it was because of too much grievances accumulated on weekdays, or because Han Zixing's attitude has changed a lot recently, Luo Yingying What he said was full of confidence, without even thinking about whether Han Zixing would turn his back on the spot and leave.

"It's the king, isn't it?" Han Zixing's tone was still light, but Luo Yingying was a little surprised when he admitted that he was wrong.

"Sit down here, and I will dry you off." Han Zixing said suddenly, and she startled herself when she said the words. Yingying.

Luo Yingying was extremely happy, happy to enjoy this rare warmth, she approached Han Zixing, and let her wipe the water droplets on her hair.

Hands accustomed to holding swords couldn't deal with these little black threads. Several black threads mischievously entangled Han Zixing's fingers, stroking his palms, itching, and his heart seemed to be itching too.Luo Yingying's soft body was half leaning against her arms, and the faint body fragrance filled her nose, making Han Zixing's heart beat faster.

In a flash, he pulled Luo Yingying's hair, and the person in his arms shrank into her arms in pain, Han Zixing hurriedly asked:

"Does it hurt you?" The concerned tone was completely different from her usual self.

"No." Replied obediently.

Luo Yingying turned her head to look at Han Zixing, who just happened to lean forward slightly to ask, the distance between the two was so close that she could even feel each other's breathing, her face blushed instantly.

The temperature in the air rose, and the eyes of the person on the bed were glued, ambiguous.Luo Yingying's heartbeat was also very fast. The things in the pamphlet that the old concubine gave her have never been used. Could it be tonight?

Han Zixing's mind was in a mess, how could he have the air of commanding thousands of troops on the battlefield?Luo Yingying's breath gently brushed her face, her blushing cheeks and bright red lips seemed to be a temptation, as if calling her to do something.

Seeing Han Zixing's gradually hazy eyes, Luo Yingying's heart rose to her throat, and she subconsciously closed her eyes, her daughter always had a shy attitude.But it's been a long time since Han Zixing made any movements, he opened his eyes hesitantly, and saw Han Zixing covering his nose in panic.

Some bright red liquid flowed down between Han Zixing's slender fingers, my God, this man has a nosebleed!Luo Yingying was both amused and annoyed in her heart, she just stared at Han Zixing motionlessly and forgot to respond.

"My lord, well, the weather is too dry and I'm a little angry." Han Zixing explained indiscriminately.

Luo Yingying finally couldn't help laughing out loud, got out of bed with her bare feet, took a clean handkerchief and wet it, and gently wiped off the blood for Han Zixing. It took a long time to stop the untimely nosebleed.This man, the prince, has a nosebleed just like this, which really makes people wonder if this God of War has earned his reputation in vain.

Han Zixing covered his nose with a handkerchief, blushed and lowered his head, not daring to look at Luo Yingying's smiling face, for fear that her embarrassed appearance would be seen by her. Looking at her, she had a nosebleed for no reason.I am definitely not a disciple, and I would have such a reaction from Meng Lang, I really want to spurn myself.

"My lord, your nosebleed has stopped, Yingying take this handkerchief away." The brisk tone showed the speaker's good mood, Luo Yingying took the bloody handkerchief handed over by Han Zixing, and handed her the clean one again Wipe it well.

Only then did he return to the bed and sit beside Han Zixing.

"My king, let's go back to the study!" Han Zixing, who didn't dare to look up, felt the body temperature of the people around him, became flustered, and was about to get out of bed as he spoke.

"No." Luo Yingying held Han Zixing's wrist stubbornly, a little coquettishly, the prince's wrist was actually very slender and thin.

The place where the skin touched was itchy and numb, and Han Zixing didn't dare to move for a while.

"My lord, please stay with Yingying, okay?" A plea is also a statement.

Looking at the lovely and pitiful Luo Yingying, Han Zixing nodded and fell asleep.

Luo Yingying also lay quietly beside her, no longer speaking, the room became very quiet again for a moment.

"Isn't your lord afraid of falling under the bed? Sleeping so far away?" Luo Yingying said angrily, "The quilt is a little narrow, you, can you hold Yingying?" After saying this, she blushed, so embarrassing.

Han Zixing froze when he heard the words, but still moved in, and gently wrapped his arms around her.Falling into Han Zixing's soft embrace, Luo Yingying fell asleep contentedly, but she really didn't want much.

In the darkness, she couldn't see the satisfied smile on Han Zixing's face.

The author has something to say: Ho Ho, the second level is a bit hanging!I go out to eat... hey hey