The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 617 Ordered to seduce a girl (1)
Uncle Feng's face froze, and he immediately smiled knowingly: "I know, I know." He said to the man who sent the letter: "If you don't go quickly, just say that something big happened in the mansion, please go back to the mansion immediately. By the way Inform the madam of them."

Hearing this, thinking of Mu Zhaoming's shocked appearance, he smiled flirtatiously and slyly, and strode towards the other shore garden.

Standing in front of the gate of the Bi'an Garden, Boqing took a deep breath. Although the Jinghua Palace was exactly the same as the Bi'an Garden, it lacked his smell inside.

Looking at the Bianhua flowers in full bloom in the garden, she felt as if she had passed away for a moment, and said lightly: "I'm finally back." This is her home!
On the way to Tianhua Pavilion, the fickle road walked very slowly, as if she wanted to leave her footprints on this flower path again, a familiar and strange feeling filled the atrium.

When she stepped into the ceiling, she could hear the sound of her heart beating.

The first floor of the Tianhua Pavilion is still familiar with the furnishings, without the slightest change, and the sound of running water is heard.

Passing through the layers of veils quickly, she stepped into the depths of the hall, took off her clothes neatly, and jumped into the steaming bath.

Bo'er and Manning looked at each other with a smile, and then went about their business. Shan Shan froze slightly, and quickly walked towards a corner of the Bi'an Garden, she was also busy with things.

Soaking in the bath is relaxing like never before.

In the past few years outside, I have never relaxed like this. Maybe it was because of the rush for days. I originally wanted to close my eyes and rest, but I fell asleep unknowingly.

Suddenly, the veil in the bathroom fluttered gently, and an incomparably dignified figure appeared beside the bath without a sound. Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Standing by the edge of the bath, looking at the picture in front of him, Mu Zhaoming couldn't believe his eyes.

She's back, she's really back, desperate to return to his side...

Taking a deep breath, looking at the familiar face in front of him, there was an unreal feeling, and he couldn't help reaching out his hand, gently stroking the picturesque face.

The familiar delicate feeling under the fingertips gave him a real sense of existence all day long.

He raised his big hand, sucked it, and rolled up a piece of silk cloth on the screen. Regardless of the fact that the water would wet his clothes, he picked up the thin feeling from the water, wrapped it tightly with the silk cloth, and quickly walked upstairs to sleep.

Perhaps Bo Qing was really too tired and slept too deeply, Mu Zhaoming's series of movements did not wake her up, and she was still in a deep sleep.

Seeing this scene, Mu Zhaoming had an undisguised heartache on his face. Maybe she hasn't slept well since the parting in Huaxia.

Although he really wanted to get what he wanted from her, he still suppressed the longing in his heart, hugged her into his arms, and let her sleep peacefully.

In her sleep, Bo Qing felt that she had arrived at a place full of Bianhua flowers.

In the place where the flowers on the other shore bloom most brilliantly, there is a beautiful white small building, and a familiar figure in front of the small building is smiling at me, a very gentle smile.

Just as she was trying her best to run towards the small building, her feet suddenly stepped into the air, she couldn't help screaming, and woke up suddenly.

Holding his chest and gasping for breath, he suddenly felt a burst of heat behind him.

Just when she was about to move outside, a pair of big hands pulled her back, and a familiar voice sounded beside her ear: "If you roll outside again, you will fall off the bed."

Feeling as if struck by lightning, his mind turned into a paste, as if petrified, he forgot that he was active, and kept his original posture.

But Mu Zhaoming couldn't wait, turned her stiff body around, held her small face in both hands, looked into a pair of dazed eyes, seemed to be taken away, and lost control and kissed the bright red and alluring red lips forcefully , This is what he has been wanting to do in countless sleepless nights.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the nebula is sparse.

Boqing soaked in the bathing pool full of red Bana flowers, and said flatly: "Bo'er, tell the people in the house not to spread the news of my return, not even Madam."

After Mrs. Jiang recovered, she opened a medicine room in Runcheng, specializing in the treatment of women's diseases. Due to her superb medical skills, many people came here to seek medical treatment, so they seldom stayed in the mansion.

Bo'er was puzzled for a while, but she still walked out of the bathroom to pass the news.

Bo Qing closed his eyes, Gu Jue had been following the woman secretly, and accidentally discovered a big secret.

It turned out that someone wanted to learn her old trick, and wanted to kill Shen Yu to replace Li Daitao on the way, but she accidentally destroyed it.

Although the woman's identity has not been found out yet, since she misses Li Daitao so much, then give her another chance and let her continue to imitate herself.

After taking a bath and returning to bed, suddenly seeing the picture in front of him, his eyes couldn't help being amazed.

Mu Zhaoming was dressed in white cocoon pajamas with the neckline slightly open, leaning lazily yet elegantly on the bedpost to read.

With black hair hanging behind her, her skin looks like jade, her sword eyebrows are like a rainbow, and her handsome face seems to be made by the hands of a god.

That serious expression seemed to be solitary in her own world, and no one would easily break in, but she was an exception.

Boqing climbed onto the bed, got into Mu Zhaoming's arms, leaned on his face, and said thoughtfully: "Qingyang, when I was passing through Guancheng, I encountered a very strange thing."

Mu Zhaoming read the book, responded softly with his nose, moved his body, gave Bo Qingtiao a comfortable posture, and signaled her to continue talking.

Boqing told the whole story of what happened in Guancheng from the beginning to the end, and Mu Zhaoming smiled and said: "So you specially sent a letter back to ask me about Qingxin."

"What do you want to do?" Mu Zhaoming suddenly looked at Boqing very seriously.

"Give her a chance." Bo Qing yawned.

Mu Zhaoming was silent for a while, then nodded and said, "Qing'er, you can't sleep on the bed today, but sleep on it." He raised his hand and pointed.

What, she can't sleep on the bed?

The sleepy Boqing suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this sentence.

Following Mu Zhaoming's fingers, he noticed that there was an extra hemp rope about half a foot high from the bed at some point.

Boqing got up, glanced at the man who didn't seem to be joking, and tried the rope with his hands, it was quite strong, and blinked: "I really want to sleep on it, in case I fall..."

Look at the position of the rope, it is just above the position where Mu Zhaoming is lying down, if he falls, it will not hit him directly.

But Mu Zhaoming smiled, and said disapprovingly: "So in order not to hurt me, you must not fall down, if it breaks, it's not a small matter?"

As if expecting to have doubts about Boqing, Mu Zhaoming explained lightly: "I recently found that since your moon burning skill has been completed, it is very difficult to further improve it, so I thought of Lao Tzu once mentioned 'Zai Ying Po Huan Yi' ’, maybe sleeping on the rope will allow you to unite your spirit and form, and enter a state of ecstasy and selflessness, thereby improving the state of Moon Burning Kung Fu.”

(End of this chapter)