398. After the Storm: Everyone Has Their Minds 【6】
Mu Jieyu didn't answer, but closed her eyes and leaned gently on his back, seeming to be greedy for his breath.
The two of them were connected quietly like this. Outside the pavilion, there was a gentle breeze, pink lotuses were swaying, the fragrance was pleasant, and the sun was shining brightly. Inside the pavilion, it was quiet, seemingly warm and sweet, but they had different thoughts.
"Sir, King Cheng has sent someone here again." After an unknown amount of time, respectful voices sounded outside the pavilion.
Mu Jieyu let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, and slowly took a step back.
Xuanyuan Zhirong grabbed Mu Jieyu's loosened wrist, wrapped his hand gently but powerfully with his big palm, and said quietly to the visitor: "Just say that the princess is unwell, please ask for someone else."
The visitor did not retreat, and then said bravely: "Sir, the people who came to invite the princess asked me to say something. If the princess feels that their father is neglecting the princess, their father will come to invite the princess in person.
.”
These words made Mu Jieyu frown, and the implicit threat made Mu Jieyu unhappy.
"Then ask him to come and invite you in person." Xuanyuan Zhirong's voice was still calm. Only when you listen carefully can you notice that there is a hint of coldness in his tone.
"Yes, I understand." The visitor immediately responded with a trembling voice and retreated.
"Since he tried every possible means to get me to go there in person, it doesn't matter if I go there so that I can explore Qiu Hengbo's true identity." Mu Jieyu watched the man retreat and thought for a while to ask Xuanyuan Zhirong.
"You are still very weak. You should rest for a while. As long as I am here, no one can disturb your purity." Xuanyuan Zhirong held Mu Jieyu's wrist and looked down at her wrists wrapped in pure white gauze.
, gently held up her hands, and gently kissed them, "Don't hurt yourself again in the future, it will hurt here."
He grabbed one of Mu Jieyu's hands and pressed it tightly against his heart, looking straight at her with his dark phoenix eyes.
"Yeah." Mu Jieyu raised the corners of his lips.
One side's heart is filled with honey, while the other side's heart is filled with despair.
His face was pale, his lips were light-colored, and his smoky eyes were even more blurry. Even so, Qiu Hengbo was still so beautiful that it made people pity her.
"Don't worry, Fang'er. I will definitely let her heal you, and I will never let anything happen to you." Xuanyuan Zhizhang sat on the edge of the bed, holding Qiu Hengbo's small hand tightly with his slightly calloused palms, expressing his deep feelings.
His usual indifference faded away from his phoenix eyes, filled with infinite tenderness.
Qiu Hengbo said nothing, but smiled weakly at Xuanyuan Zhizhang.
There was a hint of shyness and gratitude in the last words, which made Xuanyuan Zhizhang's overly strong facial features suddenly soften: "Fang'er, after I return to Beijing from Wanfo Mountain, I will ask my father for permission to marry me."
He looked up, with a hint of caution and temptation in his eyes, "Although I cannot grant you the position of concubine, I will make you more noble than any woman in the palace. In the future... I will rectify your name, Fang'er
You believe me."
Qiu Hengbo still said nothing, but looked at Xuanyuan Zhizhang with a slight smile.
This was enough to make Xuanyuan Zhizhang very happy. Seeing that the person he had hidden in his heart for a long time finally no longer rejected him or alienated him. How could he not be excited?
"Your Majesty." Just when Xuanyuan Zhizhang wanted to do something to express his joy, a soft call came from outside.
"You rest first, I'll be back when I'm gone." Xuanyuan Zhizhang's thick sword-shaped eyebrows moved involuntarily, and he immediately stood up and gently tucked Qiu Hengbo's quilt, and then strode away solemnly with his hands behind his hands.
go out.
Mu Jieyu didn't answer, but closed her eyes and leaned gently on his back, seeming to be greedy for his breath.
The two of them were connected quietly like this. Outside the pavilion, there was a gentle breeze, pink lotuses were swaying, the fragrance was pleasant, and the sun was shining brightly. Inside the pavilion, it was quiet, seemingly warm and sweet, but they had different thoughts.
"Sir, King Cheng has sent someone here again." After an unknown amount of time, respectful voices sounded outside the pavilion.
Mu Jieyu let go of his hand as if he had just woken up from a dream, and slowly took a step back.
Xuanyuan Zhirong grabbed Mu Jieyu's loosened wrist, wrapped his hand gently but powerfully with his big palm, and said quietly to the visitor: "Just say that the princess is unwell, please ask for someone else."
The visitor did not retreat, and then said bravely: "Sir, the people who came to invite the princess asked me to say something. If the princess feels that their father is neglecting the princess, their father will come to invite the princess in person.
.”
These words made Mu Jieyu frown, and the implicit threat made Mu Jieyu unhappy.
"Then ask him to come and invite you in person." Xuanyuan Zhirong's voice was still calm. Only when you listen carefully can you notice that there is a hint of coldness in his tone.
"Yes, I understand." The visitor immediately responded with a trembling voice and retreated.
"Since he tried every possible means to get me to go there in person, it doesn't matter if I go there so that I can explore Qiu Hengbo's true identity." Mu Jieyu watched the man retreat and thought for a while to ask Xuanyuan Zhirong.
"You are still very weak. You should rest for a while. As long as I am here, no one can disturb your purity." Xuanyuan Zhirong held Mu Jieyu's wrist and looked down at her wrists wrapped in pure white gauze.
, gently held up her hands, and gently kissed them, "Don't hurt yourself again in the future, it will hurt here."
He grabbed one of Mu Jieyu's hands and pressed it tightly against his heart, looking straight at her with his dark phoenix eyes.
"Yeah." Mu Jieyu raised the corners of his lips.
One side's heart is filled with honey, while the other side's heart is filled with despair.
His face was pale, his lips were light-colored, and his smoky eyes were even more blurry. Even so, Qiu Hengbo was still so beautiful that it made people pity her.
"Don't worry, Fang'er. I will definitely let her heal you, and I will never let anything happen to you." Xuanyuan Zhizhang sat on the edge of the bed, holding Qiu Hengbo's small hand tightly with his slightly calloused palms, expressing his deep feelings.
His usual indifference faded away from his phoenix eyes, filled with infinite tenderness.
Qiu Hengbo said nothing, but smiled weakly at Xuanyuan Zhizhang.
There was a hint of shyness and gratitude in the last words, which made Xuanyuan Zhizhang's overly strong facial features suddenly soften: "Fang'er, after I return to Beijing from Wanfo Mountain, I will ask my father for permission to marry me."
He looked up, with a hint of caution and temptation in his eyes, "Although I cannot grant you the position of concubine, I will make you more noble than any woman in the palace. In the future... I will rectify your name, Fang'er
You believe me."
Qiu Hengbo still said nothing, but looked at Xuanyuan Zhizhang with a slight smile.
This was enough to make Xuanyuan Zhizhang very happy. Seeing that the person he had hidden in his heart for a long time finally no longer rejected him or alienated him. How could he not be excited?
"Your Majesty." Just when Xuanyuan Zhizhang wanted to do something to express his joy, a soft call came from outside.
"You rest first, I'll be back when I'm gone." Xuanyuan Zhizhang's thick sword-shaped eyebrows moved involuntarily, and he immediately stood up and gently tucked Qiu Hengbo's quilt, and then strode away solemnly with his hands behind his hands.