Mo Yiran's mouth twitched, and he didn't expect that he would misinterpret his meaning.
So he quickly explained: "I'm not talking about the future."
Not in the future? Yin Tianyi swallowed the best porridge into her stomach and chewed her words carefully. Could it be that they had a child before?
"There are just a couple who are nominal and untrue." Fearing that he could not understand, she spoke to him, "We did nothing the night you came to the Pingyang Palace."
"What do you mean is Jiyi my child?" Yin Tianyi's mouth opened slightly, but it was not exaggerated, but this slightly opened mouth had already shown how much this news was for him.
Shocked. "Jiyi, Jiyi, memory, was this name given to Yin Wuchou? It was intended to take revenge on you..." The words "having an affair with someone" were swallowed into his stomach. You must know that she almost ruined her reputation that day
He is himself. Fortunately, Yin Wuchou killed everyone present at that time, otherwise...
Thinking of this, he was a little scared, and his guilt, care and so on came like a tide. When Mo Yiran packed his bowls and chopsticks and placed them on the table, and sat back on the bed, he heard
He said, "I'm sorry, I..." Looking back on that scene, his heart still couldn't stop the pain and trembling...
At that time, he only knew that if he let go, she would be someone else's wife. He told them about their relationship and forced Yin Wuchou to give up marrying her. I think he was really childish at that time!
He reached out and hugged her in his arms again, "At that time, I was really afraid that I would not have you by my side, I'm sorry." It seemed that no matter how I said sorry, he felt that it was not enough, so he could only hug her tightly.
Mo Yiran lifted the hair on his temples with intuition, "I know what you were thinking at that time, it's gone, and there's no need to think about it now." She also remembered her feelings at that time, her fingertips were cold, as if
He was betrayed by the closest person, but when he thought about it, he felt that he could understand his feelings at that time, not to mention that he was only seventeen years old at that time...
It is inevitable that I am a teenager and I am impulsive and irritable.
"It was my fault before, and I will protect you well in the future. Still, believe me. I will not let you and Jiyi have something to do." Thinking of Yin Jiyi, his heart was surging, and he did not expect that the child was really his own.
No wonder Yin Wuchou announced so loudly that Yin Jiyi was his child. It turned out to be extremely painful, so he could only say so...
"Yiran, I suddenly wanted to see our son." He said that, he had never taken Yin Jiyi's appearance into his heart. At that time, he only knew that the little boy was Yin Wuchou's child, although he did not have the vital kid.
But I am too lazy to take a look at him more, let alone keep him in my heart.
Now that he knows that he is his own child, his cold and tender face appears in his mind, and he feels a little bit like himself!
Thinking of this, Yin Tianyi laughed softly. I am afraid that no one in this world can be happier than him at this time. Of course, the person who thinks about this is just himself.
"He has already fallen asleep. Do you want to go over and wake him up? What's more, he doesn't know you are his father." Mo Yiran reminded him.
"Well, it's fine, I'll go see him tomorrow. It doesn't matter if I don't know I'm his father, I'll just know in the future." As he spoke, he started to get along with her again, "But still, don't you think it's only him.
Will a child feel lonely?”
After speaking, his lips had already covered hers and his tongue penetrated deep into it.
Mo Yiran's hand was pressed against his chest, but he did not resist.
The shadows of trees sway outside the window and the breeze is swaying, but the indoor temperature is rising.
His hand reached into her clothes, and his other hand wandered on her back. Then, the two exchanged positions...
The candle fire in the room was extinguished, but he could vaguely see her blushing cheeks...
This is the first woman who does not make him disgusted, and the only woman who can live in his heart.
However, the two people in a happy state did not notice that someone had come to the door. The man was Leng Mo. Because he saw Yin Jiyi sleeping very well, he was afraid that Mo Yiran would not be able to see him and could not serve Yin Tianyi.
, He wanted to turn around and take a look, but when he arrived at the door, he heard the sound of them talking.
He gasped slightly, his heart was a little ups and downs. He knew that this feeling was called suffocation, but the result was what he expected from the beginning. The woman who could match the prince in the world was Mo Yiran, but
The man worthy of Mo Yiran is the prince, he should be happy.
Therefore, he bent his lips and smiled, and returned to Yin Jiyi's room again. He looked at the little boy lying on the bed, his eyebrows slightly frowned, as if there was something unhappy, just like the previous prince.
Likewise, when he was ten years old, he followed the prince, and today, it has been exactly fourteen years.
He sighed slightly, but he didn't know why he was so bored...
Immediately, he leaned over and tucked the corner of the quilt for Yin Jiyi. He went downstairs to get a quilt from the shopkeeper, and went to sleep with two stools...
?Because I had suffered a hard slap from my mother before, Yin Wuchou had difficulty supporting his injured body to capture Yin Tianyi and others. Unexpectedly, Yin Tianyi gave him a sword, and it was raining at night
After he ordered the guards to search for Mo Yiran, he fainted.
Now, he is lying on the bright yellow bed of the Qianqing Palace. The bright yellow curtains have hung down, covering all his face, leaving only the eunuchs and palace maids guarding the outer hall.
An imperial doctor has already come to treat it, and naturally he has taken medicine. Queen Mother Qing rarely left the gate of Chu Xiu Palace, took a look and got up and left.
For a moment, the inner room was extremely quiet, and he could only hear his steady breathing quietly. The woman tiptoed over, gently lifted up a corner of the bright yellow curtain, and carefully looked at the man who was sleeping on the bed at this moment.
At this moment, his face flashed with paleness, his links were a little thin, his eyebrows were not thick and very long, and they flew into his temples. Although he lacked a little strength, he was still extremely handsome.
She leaned over slightly, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, her face was a little shy, and her index finger slid past the tip of his eyebrows, which made her feel strange, so she murmured: "They will leave, why should they chase after you?
Now make yourself like this..."
Before he finished speaking, the outer hall shouted: "Who?"
The woman was shocked. It turned out that she was so forgot about her love just now that she actually forgot that she was in the palace of the Xueji Dynasty. After thinking about it, she quickly jumped into Yin Wuchou's bed, pulled up the quilt and covered it on her body, burying her head.