forced to fall in love

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As soon as Zhao Qingsui left her, the fresh air slowly drifted over with a light fragrance, and the slightly curved knuckles were able to stretch.

She turned around and went into the box, took out the silk quilt, and when she turned around, Zhao Qingsui was sitting on the side of the bed watching her, most of the bright candles had been extinguished, only the one on the side of the bed was left.

Zhao Qingsui looked indifferent, but it looked like a bright and eye-catching wolf star hanging in the corner of the sky in the long dark night.

The two of them were separated by the bead curtain, the candle in hand was flickering, and they had a consonant line of sight.

"Don't the son-in-law sleep with me?"

"When we got married, I didn't know the identity of the son-in-law, so I don't need to be too restrained now that I'm a woman."

When the voice came over, I don't know if it was a hallucination, but Lingxi could detect a bit of a smile from the end of her voice.

The crystal clear water essence in the bead curtain hanging down slightly reflected her eyebrows and eyes, like countless mirrors unfolding in front of Lingxi's eyes, clearly and quickly occupying all her sights.

"Your Majesty, please take care, I am afraid that I will disturb His Majesty's rest."

The silk quilt in Lingxi's palm is smooth and cool to the touch. It is clearly intended to lower the temperature, but now it is inexplicably hot to the touch.

"Really, why bother?"

"Your Highness does not know that I have not slept very well since I was a child. When I was young, I often rolled out of the bed and collapsed in my dreams, so I can just sleep on the ground."

Lingxi lowered his head and closed his eyes slightly, shutting off the bead curtain, and said the superficial words in the darkness.

Zhao Qingsui saw that she didn't speak, the room was silent for a while, the luxuriant candlelight was reflected on the bead curtain, changing various colors.

"Is the son-in-law just afraid of disturbing the palace?"

"Yes, Your Highness, please enlighten me."

The silk quilt covering his hands was still hot, and Lingxi secretly changed the position of his hands along the welt.

The brief coolness melted into the palm of his hand again, and the next second Lingxi heard a voice coming from behind the bead curtain.

"Then you come closer."

When the footsteps are taken out, they are like arrows on the bow, awake and in a trance.

Lingxi stood still one step away from her, and Zhao Qingsui came over with a flick of his hand, even his breathing stopped for a moment.

Suddenly, the cool fingertips slowly touched the center of her eyebrows.

The coolness instantly turned into a scorching hot stream, pouring in from the fingertips.

With a slight effort from the fingertips, Lingxi met her eyes, and Zhao Qingsui was so close, so close to her eyes, that she was not even allowed to dodge even a little bit, and even her sight was imprisoned.

Zhao Qingsui seemed to feel that it was not close enough, so he leaned forward half a step forward.

"Your Highness..."

"Well, didn't the son-in-law say to let me learn from you?"

Zhao Qingsui's eyes did not change, he still looked at her, but the fingertips that were placed between the eyebrows stroked the slightly protruding brow bone along the way, and then slowly moved up from the temple to the forehead in a circle.

It's like a wildfire blowing by a breeze, and it burns all over the mountains and plains.

The breath was easily disturbed, and even the hand under the silk quilt unconsciously bent and exerted force.

Consonance's shoulders are stiff and his jaw is tight.

Zhao Qingsui didn't seem to notice it at all, his fingertips turned from the outside to the inside, slowly and carefully, carefully and seriously.

Dianxiang met her face, and trapped Lingxi in the center where she couldn't escape like a sweep.

His forehead was gradually ignited and hot, and his fingertips also returned the heat to Zhao Qingsui, gradually becoming warm and soft.

When he returned to the point between his eyebrows again, he was not in a hurry to raise his hand, Zhao Qingsui pondered for a while before saying: "Well, what the concubine said, I believed it."

Lingxi regained some sanity in vain, and persisted in this tug-of-war.

With his fingertips fixed in place, Zhao Qingsui tilted his head slightly to look at her.

"The forehead of the son-in-law is so hard, must it have been knocked out many times when I was young?"

"However, this palace suggests that the sooner the son-in-law gets rid of such dangerous habits, the better."

The corners of Zhao Qing Suhu's lips raised slightly, but his fingertips pressed down slightly, as if to raise a point, and also as if to finish, and then slowly withdrew his hand.

"Lights out."

"Yes……"

Until the luxuriant candle was extinguished, the hotness on Lingxi's forehead did not ease in the slightest, and the heat continued until she fell asleep in a daze, and she seemed to be in the illusory world in her dream, as if she was directly illuminated by the sun.

……

On the second day, a group of people set off in full dress, including Lingxi and Zhao Qingsui, a total of ten people.

Su Rui and the guards driving the carriage sat outside, and the space inside the carriage was completely reserved for her and Zhao Qingsui.

Lingxi opened the curtain, and Zhao Qingsui was already sitting inside, flipping through the booklet in his hand, when suddenly light came in, he raised his eyes to look at her.

Even though the fine clothes in the past were replaced by light-colored plain clothes, there was still that irresistible aura in every gesture.

"Your Highness."

Lingxi bowed her head and saluted her.

"En." Zhao Qingsui responded, and said, "Su Rui."

"Yes, let's go!"

Su Rui's voice came from outside the carriage. As soon as Lingxi sat down, the carriage started to move. They walked through the bustling city all the way, stopped at the city gate for a short time and continued on their way.

The car was quiet, except for the occasional sound of Zhao Qingsui flipping the booklet in his hand, Lingxi sat upright, his eyes staring ahead, looking at the flowers embroidered on the curtain, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhao Qingsui didn't put down the booklet in his hand until he left the city and the carriage was often shaken by small stones on the road.

The steam of hot tea slowly covered his eyes, Zhao Qingsui looked at the person who was sitting still through the white mist.

His gaze moved from top to bottom, from the forehead that she stroked last night, to the high bridge of the nose, and when he jumped down from the tip of the nose, it happened to land on her slightly closed lips, inexplicably, as if There was a soft touch coming from Zhao Qingsui's fingertips, and Zhao Qingsui's fingers resting on the wall of the cup shrank back slightly.

The carriage shook slightly again, Zhao Qingsui followed the carriage, but the person in front of him still kept his shoulders straight.

The straight shoulder line is smooth and smooth, sticking to the edge of the uniform, which further accentuates her figure, adding a sense of capable and decisive.

This is Zhao Qingsui's newly purchased suit for Su Rui. It is more fitting and easy to travel than before.

The corners of Zhao Qingsui's lips were slightly pursed, the aroma of hot tea melted from his mouth, and the faint tea aroma instantly occupied the entire throat.

When his thoughts were loose, the outline of the characters that appeared before suddenly appeared in his mind again. Zhao Qingsui's brows moved slightly, but his gaze was fixed on her straight back.

At that moment, it seemed that poisonous miasma infiltrated in silently, and an invisible hand was born in the eyes, and it went down with the trend, and there was a faint softness, wrapped around the fingertips, clinging to it, and lingering for a long time.

Lingxi sensed his gaze, and when he looked to the side, Zhao Qingsui had already closed his eyes.

The two of them were silent all the way until the carriage stopped slowly, and Su Rui's voice came from outside the carriage.

"Miss, here we are."

Zhao Qingsui slowly opened his eyes, with a clear light in them.

"Ah."

Since he was traveling in casual clothes, the address naturally had to be changed.

Zhao Qingsui ordered one person to stay to park the carriage at the inn, and the rest of the guards were scattered as ordinary people, only bringing Lingxi and Su Rui with them.

When getting off the carriage, Lingxi jumped out of the carriage first, then quickly turned around to lift up the veil for her to welcome her out, fearing that the road would be unstable, she carefully protected her body with the other hand.

This set of movements is done smoothly and naturally without any hesitation.

When Zhao Qingsui put his hand on her forearm, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Lingxi avoided her gaze unnaturally, but the movements of his hands remained motionless.

Zhao Qingsui suppressed her reaction and remained silent.

The two of them were walking on the ridge of the field, the soil had just rained a few days ago, because the sky was still a little wet these days, Zhao Qingsui was walking alone, Lingxi was really worried that her feet would not be stable, so she left He stepped forward to help her.

But soon, Zhao Qingsui understood her intention and stopped.

"temple……"

A word was just about to come out, but Lingxi stopped immediately.

Zhao Qingsui looked at her without speaking.

Lingxi moved his eyes, looked at the ground under her feet, opened his hands slightly, and protected her side: "Miss, the road on the ridge is slippery..."

Zhao Qingsui interrupted her abruptly, "Su Rui."

"Yes, ma'am."

Su Rui approached a few steps from behind, then stopped behind Lingxi obliquely, and did not go forward any more, she lowered her head and looked at her nose, her nose and her heart.

"Su Rui called me 'Miss', what should you call me?"

Zhao Qingsui's voice was indifferent, and he couldn't even tell anything from the expression on his face. It seemed to be an ordinary sentence, but it was like a sword slashing across his eyes.

Lingxi froze for a moment, or maybe he didn't expect to ask such a question.

After a long while, Zhao Qingsui turned around and continued to walk along the ridge of the field. After dozens of steps, he arrived at the side of the diversion canal. Zhao Qingsui walked along and checked along the way.

In an instant, Zhao Qingsui's feet were covered with yellow mud.

Not long after this canal was built, Zhao Qingsui inspected it carefully, and also observed the flow rate of the water to check whether the height difference of the canal is effective.

Lingxi followed behind her, being careful not to stay too far away.

A farmer in common clothes and carrying a hoe was standing by the canal not far away. Zhao Qingsui approached and chatted with him like usual, asking him if the canal was convenient.

After hearing the farmer's hearty laughter, Zhao Qingsui moved forward again, but in the next second, when he stepped across another field ridge, the soles of his feet suddenly slipped.

In an instant, a hand embraced her behind him.

He called her in a low voice: "Ma'am, be careful!"

The smooth and delicate texture of silk is pasted on the skin, and the heat is transmitted through it, and the exhaled heat is sprinkled on it, covering it with a layer of heat.

Lingxi heaved a sigh of relief after helping the person in his arms to a safe place.

Zhao Qingsui tilted his head slightly to look at her, but no one said a word.

Unexpectedly, the farmer who was originally talking to Zhao Qingsui smiled with his hoe on his shoulders instead: "Young lady is lucky to have your husband by your side, otherwise it would be a terrible fall for you, and you would have sprained your feet no matter what."

"what……"

Lingxi turned to look at the farmer, inexplicably embarrassed.

"hiss."

Zhao Qingsui took a cold breath, and immediately recalled Lingxi's attention.

"But hurt?"

Lingxi squatted down and was about to take a closer look, but when his slightly opened hand was about to touch his ankle, he stopped suddenly.

Zhao Qingsui stood there steadfastly, Lingxi raised her head, and when she looked up at her, she was also looking down at her.

Shadows cast from above, covering half of the light.

Obviously the sky behind her was brighter, but at that moment Lingxi's eyes suddenly blocked everything and could only see her.

"Does it hurt?"

Zhao Qingsui narrowed his eyes in thought, "It hurts."

Lingxi frowned, and after a while, he turned his back to her and said, "Then I'll carry you?"

The normally straight back bent down in vain and was exposed in front of Zhao Qingsui, just because of her saying 'it hurts'.