Crazy criticism of powerful ministers, he always pretends to be a good person

Chapter 139 Don't go back on your word!

The moment the door opened, the moonlight along with the slender figure stretched the figure very long.

The night wind blows, the hem of the clothes is flowing, and the extravagance is unstoppable.

Fu Yuanxiao raised his head and looked at Xiao Ji who suddenly pushed the door open, wrapped in the moonlight, cold as snow, and as lonely as the moon.

I was stunned for a while.

After Xiao Ji came in, he closed the door, walked over with the oil paper bag, and stopped in front of the couch.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw someone sitting on the couch, and he knew it was her without asking.

Xiti was delayed going to the palace, otherwise he wouldn't be so busy and come back so late.

"Why don't you go to bed?" Xiao Ji put the oil-paper bag in his hand on the low table, and then sat down beside her.

Fu Yuanxiao looked at the oiled paper bag in front of him, smelled it and guessed it was chestnut cake. He went in line today to buy chestnut cake for her to eat?
She raised her head to look at Xiao Ji who was sitting beside her, the candlelight danced, reflecting his almost perfect outline, with clear lines, sharp yet somewhat soft.

The light and shadow flickered, and some couldn't see his expression clearly at this time.

"Why are you only back now?"

Xiao Ji's hands covered hers, and found that her hands were a bit cold, and he didn't know how long she had been sitting here.

"Something is delayed, why are you sitting here again?"

Fu Yuanxiao looked down at the hand covering her hand, the broad palm was extraordinarily warm in the middle of the night.

She looked up at Xiao Ji again, "I'm thinking about something."

Xiao Ji widened her eyes when she heard the words, she must have been thinking wildly again, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders into her arms, "What are you thinking?"

Fu Yuanxiao and Zhang Zheng were about to say, thinking that Xiao Ji kept everything from her, but she didn't intend to tell him.

"I will not tell you."

Xiao Ji frowned upon hearing this, "If you don't tell me, who are you going to tell?"

Fu Yuanxiao raised his head and looked at him without blinking his stomach, "Then if you don't tell me, who are you going to tell?"

Xiao Ji was stunned.

"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either."

Childish words and awkward persistence can only be found in Fu Yuanxiao.

Xiao Ji felt a little helpless, but it was impossible to exchange her own affairs for those in her heart.

He lowered his eyes for a long time, then suddenly leaned over and kissed her lips, without giving her any chance to react, and untied her belt restlessly.

Fu Yuanxiao suddenly remembered what Xiao Ji did to her that night, his cheeks blushed involuntarily, and he pressed his hands against his strong chest, trying to push him away.

His chest was like a wall, the strength of men and women was mysterious, and he couldn't push it at all.

Xiao Ji kissed for a while, then leaned into her ear and asked: "Xiao'er, tell me, what's on your mind?"

Fu Yuanxiao turned his head with blushing cheeks, not wanting to answer his question.

Seeing this, Xiao Ji pinched her chin with his slender fingers and turned her face away, "Xiao'er, if you don't tell me, this king will continue."

The hand on the waist poked into the hem of the clothes, tending to go down.

Fu Yuanxiao was forced to look at the man who was close at hand, and felt that a hand was making an inch. In desperation, she had no choice but to stop, "I said."

Xiao Ji raised the corners of her lips, exerted strength with her hands, and lifted her into her arms, wrapping her arms around her slender waist, preventing her from escaping.

"Speak, my king, listen."

Fu Yuanxiao looked down at the hand and didn't intend to take it away, and was afraid that he would do something that would make people blush and heartbeat while he was not paying attention.

She pressed that hand, looked up at Xiao Ji: "You take it away first."

Xiao Ji smiled lowly: "Don't take it, take it away after you finish talking."

Fu Yuanxiao curled his lips, "You are playing a rascal!"

Xiao Ji bowed his head next to her ear, held her ear and said, "Xiao'er, this king is just exercising his right as a husband."

Fu Yuanxiao still felt that Xiao Ji was playing a rogue, using the matter between husband and wife as a cover, and then playing a rogue.

"If Xiao'er doesn't say anything, this king will..."

"I said." Fu Yuanxiao was afraid that he would really put his hand in, so he said without thinking, "I was thinking, why don't you fight for the throne?"

Xiao Ji frowned when he heard this, and his eyes darkened, "Who told you that this king is going to fight for the throne? Didn't this king say, don't believe what other people say?"

Fu Yuanxiao said: "I said, I thought of it myself, and I don't intend to be told by others."

Seeing that she was about to get angry again, Xiao Ji calmed down and said, "Then don't think about it, understand?"

"Just because I don't want it doesn't mean it won't happen." Fu Yuanxiao looked up at him, then took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips, "Is it okay not to fight for the throne?"

Xiao Ji looked at the naive Fu Yuanxiao, she didn't understand what fighting for the throne was and why.

What are the indisputable consequences?
She didn't understand anything, so she let him not argue about anything.

Xiao Ji didn't want to argue with her, it was something she didn't understand.

He raised the corners of his lips, "Then are you willing to consummate the marriage with me?"

Fu Yuanxiao was timid, didn't know anything about men's and women's beds, and was even nervous and afraid.

"Consummating the house with you, will you stop competing for the throne? Then I am willing."

In the last three words, Fu Yuanxiao deliberately emphasized the tone. They are husband and wife, and consummating the house is a matter of time. If consummating the house can prevent Xiao Ji from doing dangerous things, she is still willing.

Xiao Ji was stunned when he heard the words, he really did not expect that she would say yes.

He was obviously afraid, but he would still agree.

"Xiao'er, whether you thought of it yourself or heard it from others, from now on, don't think about it. As for consummating the house, just wait."

Xiao Ji's refusal doesn't mean he doesn't want her. He always wanted her in his heart, but he restrained himself so that he didn't eat her. He also gave her some time. It would be bad if he was scared one day.

Fu Yuanxiao's tense mood was instantly replaced by disappointment, and there was a dull pain in his heart, as if he had been looking forward to thinking that the answer was what he thought in his heart, but the result was not, and the sense of loss was overwhelming.

The unfamiliar emotion made her doubly sad.

Xiao Ji saw her bow her head and said nothing, she would only do this when she was unhappy.

His slender fingers lifted her jaw again, forcing her to look up at herself.

"Xiao'er, don't think wildly."

Fu Yuanxiao didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly, all he could think about was that he wanted to fight for the throne, life and death were at stake, and then he wanted to make someone else the queen.

She can watch life and death, try to let him avoid it.

However, if he wanted to make someone else his queen, what would she do?
"If you were asked to choose between the throne and me, how would you choose?"

Fu Yuanxiao still looked at Xiao Ji hopefully, waiting for his answer.

Xiao Ji was stunned when he heard this, no one had ever dared to ask him such a question.

The purpose of his life is to fight for the throne and make them regret it.

Of course I won't give up.

"Let you stop thinking about it, you are still thinking about it, you are my wife, there is no need to choose."

"Need." Fu Yuanxiao's voice was soft but firm.

Xiao Ji took a deep breath, not arguing with her, "Alright, it's getting late, it's time to rest."

Fu Yuanxiao grabbed his sleeve and said word by word: "You haven't chosen yet."

Xiao Ji has never been a good-tempered person, and he is just putting on a show in front of others.

In front of Fu Yuanxiao, he used patience that he had never had before.

Facing Fu Yuanxiao's pressing questions, Xiao Ji, who has always been calm and reserved, couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

The panic for no reason made him a little uneasy.

He raised her chin with his slender fingers, and approached her with calm eyes, "Xiao'er, you just need to remember that you are my Xiaoji's wife for the rest of your life, don't ask such silly words again."

Fu Yuanxiao stared at Xiao Ji in a daze, his eyes as black as ink were like a deep pool, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

It was the first time she saw Xiao Ji talking to her in such a cold and stern voice, and it was also the first time that she said that what she asked was boring.

Suddenly remembered that when she was six years old, she held her father's hand and refused to let him go.

Dad also showed such an impatient expression.

It's a multiple-choice question, just answer it.

But they always acted like they were reasonable and didn't tell her the answer, instead they thought she shouldn't ask.

The candlelight flickered, and Xiao Ji saw a sparkle in her eyes, as if it would slip down from her eye sockets in the next second, and he panicked.

"Xiao'er."

Xiao Ji let go of her chin, hugged her into his arms, and comforted her softly: "Xiao'er, don't cry, it's my king's fault."

Fu Yuanxiao couldn't control his tears, it seemed to have self-awareness, it fell down for free, soaking a piece of Xiao Ji's skirt in a short while.

After Xiao Ji noticed it, she regretted it unceasingly, raised her chin with slender fingers, looked at her in tears, and coaxed her softly: "Xiao'er, don't cry, you will never change that you are my wife, you know ?"

Fu Yuanxiao choked up twice, but said nothing.

All she knew was that Xiao Ji didn't choose her, and she was very sad.

"You didn't choose me. In your heart, the throne is the most important thing."

Xiao Ji looked down at the person in his arms, his thin shoulders trembled, crying very sadly.

He pursed his lower lip, "This king chooses you."

Fu Yuanxiao raised his head when he heard the words, tears were still hanging from the corners of his red eyes, "Really?"

Xiao Ji wiped away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and said softly: "Of course it's true, don't cry."

Fu Yuanxiao got an affirmative answer, and immediately beamed with joy, "Then you are not allowed to go back on your word, the choice is for the rest of your life."

Seeing her smile, Xiao Ji heaved a sigh of relief, "Of course."

Fu Yuanxiao threw herself into his arms with a smile on her face, put her arms around his waist, and rubbed her cheek against his chest, where it was wet, and she didn't care about it.

Xiao Ji looked down at her actions, the corners of his mouth raised.

He will not give up the throne.

But that said, why not make her happy.

As long as he doesn't let her know what he does.

Xie Yao found that Fu Yuanxiao was in a good mood these past few days, with a smile on his brows and eyes, as if he had encountered something happy.

However, as a subordinate, he has no right to intervene in the matter of the master.

"Master, you have been in a good mood these past few days. Is there a happy event?" But he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

Fu Yuanxiao frowned slightly, "No."

Xie Yao heard that Fu Yuanxiao was not telling the truth, would he be so happy without a happy event?
He didn't believe it.

Fu Yuanxiao walked on the street with cheerful steps, feeling that the sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

Xie Yao looked down at the way her eyebrows were raised, he hadn't seen her for a few days, and he didn't know what Xiao Ji said to her that night.

After setting up the stall, enter the teahouse to listen to books as usual.

This has become a habit.

On the bustling street, Fu Yuanxiao was sitting at the booth. On weekdays, the three quotas were quickly filled. Today, after waiting for a long time, only two were available, and the third one was delayed.

She curled her lips, if she didn't come, the storytelling would begin.

Xie Yao was also a little anxious, looking at the streets where people were coming and going, but there was no third person coming.

Just then, a carriage stopped in front of the booth.

Xiao Ji looked at the stall on the street, and recognized at a glance that it was the boy he met a few days ago, and he glanced at the words written on the signboard, fortune telling?Ghost hunting?
　Good night babies!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)