The princess who mistakenly provoked the prince asked to divorce her husband

Chapter 311 I love you very much and add N times (2)
"I said Jing Laoqi, you have been thinking about doing this all day long, what will you do when I am away for a few days?"

"Cold salad!"

Naturally, this word was learned from her, but it didn't feel disobedient when it came out of his mouth.

Suddenly lowering his lower lip, his movements were a bit rough, unlike yesterday's warmth, he pressed him on the bed, and kissed her like crazy.

The two were entangled together, and suddenly, she heard him panting slightly in his ear, "Yuan'er, I love you."

Mo Ziyuan met his deep and misty eyes, smiled slightly, and let the stars in the sky fall into her pupils, "I love you too, I love you very much plus N times! We will never separate!"

It is rare to hear him say this word, and he generally likes to put words into action.

"Okay!" He continued to kiss her delicate red lips, and put that firm promise into her tongue.

The hibiscus tent is warm, and the room is charming, hazy and charming.

Sure enough, the effort for this cup of tea is not enough for him to toss.

When I arrived at the General's Mansion in a carriage, it was already dusk everywhere, and the night was splashed down like ink.

"Bao'er, be good, see you on the old lady's birthday!"

After sending her all the way to the gate of the General's Mansion, Jing Yu dismounted, took her into his arms naturally, and kissed her on the forehead.

"Well, you have to eat on time, don't ignore your body when you do something." Her tone was a little choked up, and the reluctance was palpable, and the sound of Bao'er almost melted her heart.

Although the two were only separated for a few days, and it was not a parting of life and death, but they felt a little reluctant to part with him.

"Well, go in, I'm leaving!"

He didn't look back, he drove away, embroidered with a saddle and golden whip, handsome and domineering, roaring across the streets.

It wasn't until the figure gradually became smaller and disappeared at the end that Lan Yang helped her and said, "Princess, shall we go in?"

"En." Mo Ziyuan nodded, and entered the General's Mansion together with Lan Yang.

Wang Yu withdrew his gaze, staring blankly at the woman with a fluttering skirt in front of him, with an unconcealable astringency on his handsome and indifferent face.

She just took a sip of tea when she arrived in the front hall, when Mother Xiao and the others had already rushed over.

The last time I went to the palace, I never came back.

"Linger!"

"Mother, sister-in-law!" Mo Ziyuan took a deep breath, seeing her relatives, her heart felt warm, and she suddenly had the urge to cry.

"Auntie!" The two little guys were very affectionate to her, and their baby voice could melt people.

"Come, come, dear baby, give me a hug from my aunt."

After Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, she hugged one in each hand, with a smile on her face.

"Little babies, getting heavier."

"Auntie, Tong Tong is heavy, you are tired, don't hug."

"Tongtong is awesome!"

Unexpectedly, Jintong was so cute at such a young age.

Mo Ziyuan put the two children down, and Tongtong's immature voice sang the song he taught her last time.

"The bird flies by itself, the kitten runs by itself, we are all good children, don't be hugged by your mother!"

Seeing that Mo Ziyuan praised Jintong, Yan's small face was a little unconvinced, "Auntie, last time my sister wanted to be hugged by my mother."

"Oh?" Mo Ziyuan shifted her gaze to Xiao Yanyi who was ignored.

Yan Yi added: "My sister sings a good boy, but I still want my mother to hug me!"

Looking at Jintong, she asked, "Really?" Caressing her tender little face, "Good boy, you have to walk by yourself, don't hold her in your mother's arms!"

Jintong muttered, "Auntie, because Jintong is tired."

The corner of his mouth twitched, it was really dumbfounding that this child knew how to explain it at such a young age.

"Mom, I want you to be happy."

A child's mind is jumping.

Everyone laughed out loud at Jin Tong's teasing.

"Ling'er, you haven't eaten dinner yet."

I planned to come back to have dinner with my family, but I was lingered by Jing Yu for most of the day. Thinking of that, my face flushed again.

"Mother, I was thinking about your food when I was in the palace."

Xiao's mother pursed her lips and smiled, "Isn't the cook in Prince Rui's mansion not enough for you? A girl."

"That's not as good as mother's taste!"

After dinner, Mo Ziyuan and Xiao's mother took a walk in the garden to digest.

Ever since she came back from the Canglang Kingdom, Xiao's mother has been careful with her, for fear of touching her sad things. Now that she and Jing Yu have reunited through the ice, she doesn't want her to worry about herself anymore, so she said, "Mother, now I have a very close relationship with the prince." Well, you don't have to worry."

Xiao's mother paused when she heard the words. The daughter looked carefree, but in fact she still had her own ideas in her heart.

"Ling'er, mother wants you to be well and safe for the rest of her life."

"Mother, I made you worry, it's because Ling'er is unfilial."

"Silly boy, you are mother's daughter, mother doesn't worry about you, who is it for?"

It would be great if you were really my mother, but unfortunately I am not Xiao Ling, if she is here, she must be very happy to see such a family.

Thinking of this, she felt that she owed Xiao Ling a lot in her heart. She had occupied her soul. Without a host, she was now a solitary ghost, or she was attached to someone else's body like her. She didn't know, but Her current happiness is all given by her.

Had a long talk with Mother Xiao, and didn't return to the room until the middle of the month.

Sitting alone under the lamp, his eyes unconsciously turned to the window.

Will he come tonight?
Although she strictly forbade him to climb the window when she left, but now she is alone in the empty room, without his familiar body temperature and his gentle whispers around her.

It's only been a few hours, and the missing has grown like a weed.

Entering the door of my lovesickness, you will know that lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness is long lovesickness, short lovesickness is infinite.

I wrote this poem on rice paper to express my feelings.

Fold it into a paper airplane and fly it out the window.

"Fly, take my thoughts with you."

It seems that this man will not come tonight.

He sighed, feeling a little sour in his heart.

Mo Ziyuan, Mo Ziyuan, you just did it, you obviously wanted him to come, why didn't you agree at that time, now that he is not coming, you miss him again.

He let out another deep breath, then turned around and turned off the light to go to bed.

under the attic.

A cold and slender figure appeared from the darkness, and the shadow of the robe on his body was beautifully illuminated by the moonlight.

Spreading out the rice paper in the palm of your hand, you can see the woman's silky and graceful handwriting, and you can tell it's from her handwriting at a glance.

Four sentences, each of which is lovesickness every inch, is her thoughts, and also his thoughts.

The lights went out, resisting the urge to look at her, slowly raised his hand, and took the rice paper into his arms.

(End of this chapter)