Quickly pass through the troubled water: blackened by the scumbag and sick male protagonist Chapter 304 The Prime Minister's Little Jiaojiao is a Black Heart Lotus 87
Chapter 304 The Prime Minister's Little Jiaojiao is a Black Heart Lotus 87
Chapter 304 The Prime Minister’s little Jiaojiao is a black-hearted lotus (87)
Gu Mo waited all night but didn't see Bai Wu.
The wound hurt so much, and the medicine took effect, that he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.
Bai Wu was still nowhere to be seen the next morning. Gu Mo was so bored that he simply got out of bed and walked around in the yard.
Bai Wu's residence is quite quiet.
The courtyard is deep and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
But he hadn't wandered for long when Ruo'er urged him to go in to drink medicine and forbade him to go out to have fun.
Helpless, Gu Mo had no choice but to sit in the study and read a collection of poems against the hollow carved round window.
Just as she was getting excited, Bai Wu opened the door and came in, looking at him with a smile: "I guessed you were here."
Then he glanced at the book in his hand again, and the smile in his eyes became even bigger: "You happen to be reading poetry, so why don't you write two poems for my newly made fan."
Bai Wu walked over and handed the fan in her hand to him.
The fan seemed to be newly made, with peach blossoms carved on the white jade fan bones, but the fan surface was bare and white.
"You haven't been working all night just for this fan, right?" Gu Mo put down the book and asked.
Bai Wu sat opposite him, holding her chin up with one hand and looking at him: "What else? The weather has been getting warm recently, and I'm thinking of using a fan to cool off."
Does a fan cost her so much thought?
Gu Mo picked up the dough fan suspiciously.
The sunlight shines through the window on the fan surface, refracting a pale pink light.
Gu Mo reached out to touch the fan and found that the material was smooth and cool, not like silk or tissue paper, but a bit like animal skin.
No wonder she had been busy all night.
It seems that this fan has a great background.
Gu Mo put down his fan and picked up the wolf brush beside him: "What poem do you want to write?"
Bai Wu groaned, her eyes falling on the peach trees in the courtyard outside the empty window.
She gently broke off a petal and placed it on the bare fan.
Bai Wu seemed to be very satisfied with this, and said with a crooked smile: "Let's just say 'The human face doesn't know where to go, but the peach blossom still smiles in the spring breeze'."
This poem was originally a poem about the passage of time, which was appropriate for the occasion, but somehow, Gu Mo actually heard a different meaning from Bai Wu's mouth.
Probably because he was seriously injured, he was thinking too much.
The spring breeze is blowing, and fallen heroes are falling one after another.
As Gu Mo started writing poems, his mood was as peaceful as ever.
Probably because Bai Nu was sitting opposite.
If he could, he would rather time stand still here, mountains and rivers stop, and everything ceases.
What about her?
Did she think so too?
…
After half a stick of incense, Gu Mo put away his pen and handed the result to Bai Wu.
Bai Wu looked at the dough fan and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad. It is indeed the handwriting of Master Gu. It is worth a thousand pieces of gold. These words are enough to pay for your medicine these days."
Gu Mo: "..."
"I never noticed you love money so much before?" he joked.
Bai Wu snorted: "When you experience life and death one day, you will understand that except for money, everything else is fleeting. Only money can bring a sense of security."
Gu Mo smiled and said nothing.
The only thing I want to cherish after going through life and death should be the long spring days and the right beauty right now.
What does money and power mean?
"Hey, I see you can go to the ground now, so when do you plan to return to your prime minister's house?" Bai Wu said bluntly.
Gu Mo Yingfeng coughed a few times: "Suddenly, the wound seemed to hurt again."
Bai Wu: "..."
"You don't want to stay at my house, do you?"
Gu Mo sighed: "Miss Bai is beautiful and kind-hearted. She can't bear to see her lower body seriously injured and left alone and helpless."
Bai Wu:?
Why hadn't she noticed this guy was so shameless before?
Bai Napi raised her lips with a smile and stretched out a hand to him: "You can live here if you want, just pay. I am not a beautiful and kind-hearted woman. On the contrary, I have a lot of bad water in my stomach."
You are still a profiteer. For your pity, just give me twenty taels of silver a day."
Gu Mo: "..."
He was silent for a while, then stood up holding on to the table.
Bai Wu thought he was going to take out his wallet, but unexpectedly she saw him bend down and press a kiss on her palm.
The tingling sensation spread from the lines of her palms to the tips of her hair.
Gu Mo squeezed her hand and smiled: "I'm sorry, all my private money has been donated to Shuzhong. I really don't have any money. I wonder if I can offset it with this?"
Bai Wu:!
Foul foul!
She hurriedly took out her hand, blushed slightly and stamped her foot: "It's a beautiful thought, but it's not worth twenty taels!"
Gu Mo, you are a poor person!
But the next second she was held in Gu Mo's arms, and before she could react, his lips fell.
Gu Mo held her waist tightly, and Bai Wu couldn't struggle out at all.
But she didn't want to struggle in the first place. She successfully curled her lips and hugged Gu Mo's neck, immersed in the long kiss.
Don't say anything else.
The prime minister's mouth is really kissable.
Qing Yi holding a plate of memorials outside the door:...
The sky turned pale.
What did he hear?
When did his adults become so shameless?!
Seeing that the commotion inside was getting louder and louder, Qing Yi could no longer listen and left silently with a shameful face.
It seems that adults will not want to read memorials in the near future.
He might as well return these.
…
…
Ever since, Gu Mo just stayed there "as a matter of course".
Bai Wu originally thought of driving him away as soon as he recovered from his injury.
But half a month later, the arrow wound on his body was not only not healed, but there was not even a scab at all.
Now not only Bai Wu, but also Zhao Ziqing, who often visited her home, couldn't stand it.
She knocked on the table in front of Gu Mo, who was eating slowly, and said impatiently: "So how long are you going to stay here? Is it okay for a grown man to live in a girl's house?!"
Zhao Xuanlang on the side originally wanted to defend Gu Mo, but he shut his mouth after hearing the second half of the sentence.
Chaoyan is still recovering from his injuries at his house.
It would be better for him not to attract firepower.
Gu Mo disagreed: "I am a patient."
Zhao Ziqing was speechless.
After holding it in for a while, she felt unwilling to give up. She continued: "Aren't you afraid of who will send assassins again? Aren't you afraid of implicating Bai Wu?"
Gu Mo put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked directly at Zhao Ziqing's questioning eyes: "Those people also wanted to kill Bai Wu that night. It can be seen that we are both being targeted. If we are separated, wouldn't it be more dangerous?"
Zhao Ziqing: "..."
She knew this guy was full of truth.
He was seriously injured and wanted to recuperate here.
It's obvious that he is selling his pity to win sympathy, so as to win Bai Wu's sympathy.
But Bai Wu, a silly girl, is not on the right track.
Zhao Ziqing glanced at Bai Wu angrily.
Bai Wu who was chewing chicken legs:?
Why does it feel like Qingqing looks at her like she's looking at a fool?
She's not stupid, okay.
Keeping such a stunning man at home can make money in the name of taking care of the injured.
