Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

>o

Thinking of this, Qiucao said: "Is this concubine ever sent a sachet to Mu...Zihuang?"

"This..." Mu Zihuang tilted his head and thought for a while, then said with a smile: "My concubine used to hate me very much, so how could she give me something!"

……

He spoke really relaxed and at ease, not at all like the way he once knelt down and begged the emperor for forgiveness for the wounded Li Yingrong, ordinary people couldn't get it, wouldn't they turn into jealousy?Why is Mu Zihuang so open-minded?As if everything was calm and calm, there was no resentment at all when he said it?

Qiucao couldn't help being a little suspicious: Is this person really like Mu Zihuang who once crazily liked Li Yingrong as Chu Lan said?

While thinking wildly, Mu Zihuang had already taken the multicolored silk thread from Qiucao's hand, put it on the table, pulled her up and pushed her into the inner room, and said: "Okay, this king knows that the princess loves this king very much, until midnight I got up and wrote love poems and embroidered sachets for the king, but it is already so late, for the sake of health, the princess should hurry up and rest with the king!"

Writing love poems... He really knows how to put luster on his face. ==

Autumn Grass Jiongjiong opened his mouth energetically, and was about to mention "a bucket of water". He didn't know where he was complacent, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, remembering the pen and ink he forgot to put away when copying the roster, and shut his mouth suddenly. I dare not say anything.

The two of them lay back on the bed together.

Although Mu Zihuang said that Li Yingrong had never given him anything, but since he grew up together, how could he fail to recognize whether the things were made by the other party's novice?

Listening to the slow and rhythmic breathing of the person next to the pillow, Qiucao thought about it and finally said, "Well, Mu...Zihuang."

"Uh?"

"Actually, after amnesia, my embroidery...is not as good as before."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Zihuang stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms, leaned against her head and said, "Didn't the king say that, as long as the concubine made it herself, it's fine."

Qiucao couldn't see Mu Ziyan's expression clearly, but could only hear his regular heartbeat coming through the thin clothes, thumping... Qiucao listened, it was the first time that he had truly lived in this era for a year. The sense of fulfillment, the heart that has been restless for a while because of the matter of the third prince and the roster, slowly settled down along with Mu Ziyan's powerful heart.

Qiucao gently raised her hand, hesitated, and grabbed Mu Ziyan's lapel.

The person hugging him suddenly froze for a moment, and his heartbeat froze for a moment, and then recovered.

Qiucao raised the corners of her mouth slightly, closed her eyes, and moved a little closer.

The two leaned against each other quietly, listening to each other's breathing quietly.

Time moves forward slowly,

Suddenly, Mu Zihuang's chest trembled slightly.

Qiu Cao was puzzled, and was about to ask what was wrong, when she heard Mu Ziyan's voice in her ears, "If one day, this king dies, what will happen to you?"

Qiucao was shocked. This was the second time she had heard Mu Ziyan say such a thing. Just now, it could be inferred that he was in a passion and his mind was a little deranged. However, this time, he was very sober. !

Qiucao found that it seemed to be difficult for her to speak suddenly: "Mu...why do you ask that all of a sudden?"

Mu Zihuang: "It's nothing, it's just that today I saw Yuan Ying not even wanting his life for He Tiantian, it's just a little emotional."

"Yuan Ying?"