Seeing that the two of them acted like no one was around and there was no sign of separation, Mo Wei's face was about to burn. She gritted her teeth and said angrily: "Chu Jiaoli! That's enough for you! The dignified Crown Princess of a country, do you have any decency?
Already?!"
Chu Jiaoli reluctantly separated from Bei Gong Tengxiao and rubbed his neck affectionately. Her voice was soft and filled with a proud smile: "Your Highness is my man. I can touch him as much as I want, second sister."
Are you jealous if you have such an opinion?"
"I'm jealous?!"
Before Mo Wei could get over her anger, she heard her say again: "Second sister, do you want to continue watching? If you are so curious, Jiao Li wouldn't mind opening your eyes, but I just don't know... You, a woman who has not yet left the court, look at
How can you still get married in such a situation?"
Mo Wei was stunned by what she said. Seeing that Chu Jiaoli was really going to make a move, she immediately turned her back, snorted hard, threw up her sleeves and left.
She walked quickly to the window at the bow of the boat, and the boatman with the oar shouted: "Why are you swimming with them? Leave now!"
Chu Jiaoli raised the corners of her lips and said to the moving boat: "Second sister, I haven't congratulated you on your promotion. If Jiaoli is free in the future, I will give you a generous gift."
"No need!" Mo Wei shouted angrily.
Seeing her embarrassment, Chu Jiaoli smiled a little proudly, her chin was gently lifted, her eyes turned around, and met Beigong Tengxiao's wolf-like gaze.
Chu Jiaoli suddenly came back to her senses, looking at him with a somewhat awkward look, her hand around his neck slipped down, and she lowered her eyes.
His thumb touched her bright red lips hard, and a charming color appeared on the corners of her lips. He said in a hoarse voice: "My dear concubine, you are very good at acting. I am not just here to cooperate with you and then be dismissed after your performance."<
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Chu Jiaoli swallowed innocently, and suddenly lost her arrogance, and whispered: "Your Highness, just now..."
"The way you looked just now was very good, I like it very much..." Beigong Tengxiao whispered in her ear, "Your jealous reaction is so beautiful."
Chu Jiaoli blushed shyly and buried her head in his arms.
It's night in Chu Mansion.
The Prime Minister's Mansion is still being taken care of, and Mo Wei is still living in the Chu Mansion.
Inside the closed door, the smoke from the incense burner lingers and the candlelight dances, adding some warmth to the lonely night.
Mo Wei was the only one left in the room. She poured the wine from the flask into the cup, looked at the wax tears shed by the candlelight on the table, and thought of Chu Jiaoli's words in the painting boat.
"That's right, the second sister is not married, so of course she doesn't understand the fun that Jiao Li has with His Highness."
"Could it be that the second sister is... lonely?"
"Damn Chu Jiaoli." She gritted her teeth viciously, raised her glass and drank the wine in one gulp. She read through the books on the table and said reluctantly, "I don't understand, how could I not understand!"
For a long time, she slammed the wine glass on the ground, feeling unspeakable boredom in her heart.
The scene where Wen Ruyu blocked her in a corner in the palace suddenly appeared in her mind. She raised her hand and touched her lips lightly, with complicated thoughts.
After taking a deep breath, she frowned and rubbed her temples, and said in a cold voice: "Wen Ruyu, come out."
There was still silence in the room, and she threw several picture albums on the ground angrily and said: "I know you are nearby, come out!"
As she finished her words, she heard a breeze by the window, bringing with her a touch of elegant and light fragrance, and Wen Ruyu had entered her house.
He leaned on the column, folded his arms, and looked sideways at the wine on her table and her frowning eyebrows. He raised his long eyebrows in confusion and said in a leisurely tone: "I got my wish and became the prime minister, why are I so depressed?"
?"
A gust of night wind blew, and the picture album on the ground flipped. When he looked sideways, he was shocked by the scene depicted in the painting. His pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand that was leisurely wrapped around his arm was lowered, and his cheeks were stained with a trace of blood.
She blushed slightly and said seriously: "Weiwei, what do you think of this?"
Mo Wei looked sideways at him, with a complicated expression with a hint of inquiry. After looking for a while, she stood up, held the picture album in her hand, and walked towards him.
Standing still in front of him, Mo Wei raised her hand and grabbed his collar. He bent down and her lips were caught off guard.
Wen Ruyu froze suddenly, her pupils were filled with shock, and her heart was bursting with ecstasy, like fireworks blooming in the dark night, making people feel heart-stopping.
A scent of her own delicious fragrance filled her nostrils. Wen Ruyu hugged her waist, turned around, pressed her against the pillar, and kissed her repeatedly.
After seeing no resistance from her for a long time, Wen Ruyu raised her hand and lifted her chin, looking at her face that was slightly drunk from drinking, with a pair of charming eyes filled with a playful smile, and said: "Young Master, are you drunk?
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"I'm very awake." Mo Wei pursed her lips, as if she was pondering and exploring.
Wen Ruyu looked at her actions, narrowed her eyes slightly, her Adam's apple rolled, and said in a hoarse voice: "Weiwei, what are you doing?"
After Mo Wei reacted, she seemed a little nervous. Thinking back on what had just happened, her fingertips couldn't help but tremble. She lowered her head and flipped through the books, looking at them carefully and intently.
The book in her hand was suddenly taken away. Wen Ruyu raised her hand to lock her wrist, and her voice was as clear as a spring with ambiguity: "Want to learn? Master, uncle, teach you?"
Not to be outdone, Mo Wei glanced at him and said, "Humph, I don't need you to teach me. Give me the book and I'll learn it myself."
Hearing this, Wen Ruyu's eyes were dark, and she returned the book she held up, and removed her other hand from her wrist.
Mo Wei frowned and flipped through the book carefully, looking at the drawings on it and studying them carefully, her face turned a little red unconsciously.
She grabbed Wen Ruyu's sleeve and brought him to the couch, then climbed up.
Studying the book with one hand, and following the instructions in the book with the other hand.
Sometimes Wen Ruyu's hands would restlessly try to do something, but she would slap her in the face and say fiercely: "Don't move."
Like a studious child, Mo Wei copied the contents of the book rigidly and stiffly. For a long time, the book in her hand was suddenly thrown far away. Before she could react, she was covered by Wen Ruyu.<
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"Wen Ruyu! Get down here!"
"Wen Ruyu, this young master orders you to get down!"
"Wen Ruyu, are you deaf? Don't pretend to be dumb for me!"
Mo Wei's voice faded, and an unprecedented sense of impact surged through her heart. The night, which was originally as dark as ink, was dotted with gorgeous stars, shining dazzlingly in front of her eyes.
The slender hand suddenly started to tremble, and was covered by Wen Ruyu's big palm.
Mo Wei's restless heart suddenly found its home for a moment. She was greedy for the warmth of his palm, just like a heater in the snow in the cold winter.
Then, a pain that penetrated her bones made her scream unexpectedly.
A tear came out of the corner of his eye, and he carefully brushed it away with his hand.
