Wearing Pheromone As a Faint King - Chapter 97

“Are you begging for him?”

Qu Wanwan: “…no…not dare.”

Wei Yansi mocked and said: “I really don’t understand you. Say you are ruthless and unrighteous. You don’t want to slander him. Say you are kind and righteous, and you dare not intercede for him. It’s a contradiction.”

“My concubine is well aware of the seriousness of sins, and I only want to protect the poor mother at home.”

Kind of filial piety.

Wei Yansi suddenly changed her face, her eyebrows were gently stretched out, and she bends down politely, helped her stand upright, and then handed the lantern into her hand, gently saying: “Take the lantern, it’s dark, be careful of slippery roads.” “

“… Long live Xie.”

Wei Yansi took off the cloak again, and wrapped Qu Wanwan’s trembling body: “Come here, pass the next step and **** the nobleman Wan Wan back.”

Qu Wanwan was like a marionette. She was at the mercy of her. Before leaving, she looked back and didn’t know what to think of. She secretly turned her neck to look at her, suddenly feeling like an ice cellar, filled with biting cold around her.

Qu Wanwan was placed, Wei Yan thought of returning home, and returned to the Hall of Cultivation by Dragon.

She was extremely active when she was down, and she did not let Yi Dongpo and Chunlai support her for an unprecedented time, and she felt that they were in the way and asked how far away they should be.

She walked along the hand-shoveling veranda, through the garden, and went straight to the sleeping hall, panicking like a fire on her ass, but fortunately she stabilized before pushing the door.

The candles were extinguished in the hall, and it was pitch black. Only two or two moonlights shone on the head of the bed through the window screens, dimly, as if covered with a layer of veil.

Wei Yansi’s footsteps have never been so lightly, as if afraid of shattering one of the most delicate and fragile rare treasures in the world.

“Asi.” There was a soft, slightly hoarse voice from the curtain of the bed.

“It’s getting late, why don’t you still sleep?”

The curtains of the bed opened from the inside, revealing the beautiful face of the song and shadow, with a bit of beauty, like fiery red flowers in full bloom in the early summer morning.

“I’m worried about you, I can’t sleep.”

Wei Yansi sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over to take off his shoes.

Qu Jinying consciously said: “Come on.”

Wei Yansi raised an eyebrow, and teased: “Ai Concubine is really good, but I dare not, I am afraid that it will upset you again.”

“Last time you were speechless, shouldn’t I be angry?”

Wei Yansi hurriedly apologized, with a sincere attitude and humble attitude, without the airs of a generation of emperors.

Qu Jinying slightly raised his chin, embraced his arms, clearly refusing to cooperate.

On the basis of an apology, Wei Yansi had to beg for mercy and be cute. Her eyes were already big and round, and her eyes were faint, so it was so pitiful.

Qu Jinying couldn’t stand it, her hardened heart softened into a stream of spring water.

Unable to keep his face straight, his smile trembled, his waist softened, and he slid into Wei Yansi’s arms, using Wei Yansi’s leg as a pillow.

An ink hair spreads softly, reflecting the silvery moonlight, like a long galaxy in myths and legends.

Wei Yansi couldn’t put it down, stroking it over and over again.

“Where’s your cloak?” Qu Jinying rolled over comfortably, lay on her back, his eyes fixed on her.

“Lent it to your sister.”

Qu Jinying wrinkled her nose, like a puppy, smelling an unusual smell, waiting for her to follow along.

Wei Yansi had a sly smile on her lips, deliberately shutting up her ears, deliberately trying to make her jealous. It’s been a long time since I haven’t been proud, and the back of his hand is firmly hit.

“I love concubine, you always love to bully me.” Wei Yan blew two breaths toward the sore spot, “You hurt the dragon’s body, it is a serious sin.”

“No matter how wordy you are, I’m going to bite you again.”

What a tigress. Wei Yan thinks that he will suffer a loss if he provokes him, and he bows his hands, begging to let it go.

Tonight she was emotional, her canine teeth were congested, swollen and uncomfortable, according to her habit, she bit Qu Jinying on the back of her neck.

Unexpectedly, Qu Jinying was uncharacteristically resisting under her, hugged her head, and gnawed her face with her mouth open.

After nibbling with one bite, nibbling with two bites, after nibbling with two bites and nibbling with three bites, it is endless, so painful that she screams, and her face still hurts now.

She didn’t want to suffer this kind of crime again.

“I love my concubine, we have three chapters, we will feel sleepy in the future, you are not allowed to bite me, only I am allowed to bite you.”

It was definitely the overlord clause, Qu Jinying resolutely refused to comply, got out of bed angrily, lit a candle, and had to reason and be fair.

The candlelight jumped, illuminating the tooth marks on Wei Yansi’s face.

Qu Jinying exclaimed, leaning forward to take a closer look at her masterpiece.

“Am I biting so cruel?”

“Otherwise? Who else ate the leopard gall and dared to hurt the dragon’s body.”

Qu Jinying changed his mind and changed to a thoughtful route: “There is medicine for external application in the sleeping hall. How do you go to court tomorrow morning like this?”

“It’s a big deal. I told the civil and military officials that you bit me. If they blame you, I will block their lips and swords for you.”

“Go!” Qu Jinying’s full-faced anger really made the civil and military officials know that she must write memorials to scold her for being favored and arrogant, and then extending the nonsense of the enchanting concubine to harm the country.

To put it aside, her father is blocking everything, and she will not worry about it.

Today is different from the past. If she has any mistakes, the supervisor can scold her father and impose guilt on her.

The wall fell down and everyone pushed it, and the heart was cold.

When she thought of her father, her heart was cut like a knife, and she didn’t have the thought of playing with Wei Yansi.

Turning around in the hall for himself, pull out the ointment in the drawer, unplug the plug, put it under the nose, and smell it: “This medicine can remove blood stasis and swelling. When I was young, my mother taught me how to practice. Wu, there are places where you bump and touch, use it to make sure it’s good.”

Wei Yansi didn’t care how many bottles and jars there were in the hall, only enjoying Qu Jinying’s care for her, with a small piece of ointment dipped in her fingertips, and slowly spreading it evenly on her cheeks, with a cool touch. The scent of mint and the herbal scent of ointment entangled in the air.

Wei Yansi’s limbs and limbs were relaxed, and he tilted his head and fell into the pillow to dream of Zhou Gong.

Qu Jinying haunted her, begging her not to sleep, get up to talk about the ownership of the cloak, and use it to win Qu Wanwan’s favor.

Wei Yansi has been busy all day, first drunk at a night feast, then a spring supper, and finally the imperial garden to catch the traitor. The three most exciting things in life have all rushed together. Thieves grind people.

Her stamina was completely exhausted, and as soon as she retracted into the gentle town of Qu Jinying, her eyelids were as heavy as a stone.

When she was in a daze, she dreamed and promised: “I have a way to save Yong Yihou, you can rest assured.”

Qu Jinying’s heart softened, and even if the grievances disappeared, she covered her with a quilt, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep again next to her.

In the past few days, many unpleasant things have happened. Her father was in jail, she couldn’t plead, but had a big quarrel with Wei Yansi. It’s especially incapable of managing the size of the family. Everything is messed up.

At this moment, she realized that her peace of mind was Wei Yansi.

As long as Wei Yansi is with her, no matter what she does, her heart will be at home.

She hadn’t slept well for a long time, slept very deep, and had sweet dreams.

It was a sunny day in my dream. The blue sky, white clouds. Her father and mother were standing outside the study window holding hands, smiling at her practicing calligraphy and her brother who was dozing off on the bookcase.

Since the death of her mother, she has fallen into infinite self-blame, blaming herself for not taking good care of her mother. Occasionally, I wonder if I’m not good enough? Not sensible enough? She couldn’t think of the answer. Gradually, she blamed her father, blamed him for successively accepting concubines, and even spoiled his wives, so that her mother was bitter and wronged.

But is the mother’s death really because of these? She is a strange woman, born general, with a casual nature, and **** battlefield like a man, so she will not be jealous with the women in the back house.

Her father said that her mother’s early death was a relapse of an old disease left on the battlefield in her early years.

She refused to believe it.

Headed into a dead end, stubbornly resenting her father, indifferent to him, and alienated from him.

His father didn’t care, and said with a smile: “When you grow up, you will forgive him.”

Since the day when Yuzhou returned to Yanjing, she watched her father’s gray hair a lot, standing tremblingly in front of the mansion with a cane, as if he had fallen into the past overnight.

She forgave everything this time.

Why cling to the past?

She wants to save her father out, at any cost.

When I opened my eyes, it was bright. Looking out through the half-open window, the sky was blue and the clouds were white, just like the dream.

Qu Jinying raised the corners of her lips, couldn’t bear to disturb Wei Yansi, and went to the outside. The maid waited on her to wash and comb her hair, and put on a beautiful new dress, thinking about begging Wei Yan for grace at noon so that she could go to Dali. Visiting father in monastery

Suddenly something is wrong?

She looked around: “It’s getting late, why is no one calling long live to get up?”

Every morning when the morning is in Mao, there should be many servants busy in the Hall of Nourishment, but they are quiet and almost weird.

“Where is Director Yi? Where is spring coming?” Qu Jinying asked the maid in a low voice.

“In reply to Concubine Ling’s words, they were called to the Palace of Emperors before dawn. In addition, the Supreme Emperor sent someone to pass the order, and they were exempted this morning.”

Qu Jinying’s heart beat hard: “Where is Fenghe, has he been here?”

The maid was only sixteen or seventeen, and she answered ignorantly: “No, the servants are also weird. The servants come to comb their hair for Long live on weekdays. The servants in the tea room, water room and dining room are already busy. Master Fenghe will also lead the imperial guards. After setting up the dragon, there was no one in sight this morning.”

“Not good!” Qu Jinying ran out of the outer hall and hurried to the front yard, as the little palace lady said on the road, there was really no one alone.

She was a little confused, thinking she was still in the dream, cruelly pinched her arm, and took a breath of pain.

Not a dream! Not a dream!

Qu Jinying accelerated her feet and ran to the gate of the Hall of Nurturing Heart.

The door was closed tightly, and the guard who was guarding the door was nowhere to be found. She ordered the little palace lady who followed to work with her to lift the heavy door bolt and found that the door was locked from the outside.

She pushed the door hard, the door lock rattles, got into her ears, startled her with goose bumps.

“Something happened outside?”

The little palace lady couldn’t stand this scene, and shook her head weepingly.

Qu Jinying first thought of someone conspiring to imprison Wei Yansi to force the palace.

After pondering for a moment, the doubts forced the palace to be too silent and unreasonable.

Lenovo’s little palace lady said just now…

Could it be that the Supreme Emperor put Wei Yansi under house arrest?

The author has something to say: Come on~