"Took a bath." Xu Jin didn't answer the question. He turned around and pulled Fu Rong into his arms. He lowered his head to kiss her mouth: "do you smell any alcohol? I'm afraid I'll smoke you. I've washed it all over the place. " She is too short to kiss her head down. Xu Jin simply kisses her on the top of her head. Like a child, she bites the pearls on her head, pulls them out and throws them on the ground.

"Don't make trouble, Lord. Be careful if you break it!"

Fu Rong was so angry that all the things on her head were good things. She left his arms and bent down to pick them up before the hairpin was removed by the man. Xu Jin leaned against the doorpost to look at her. Fu Rongcai stood up. He suddenly reached out and snatched her hairpin.

All over the head of green silk, like a waterfall flying down in an instant.

Fu Rong glared at him with his beautiful eyes shining.

"Thick and beautiful." Xu Jin pulled people over again.

Xu Jin has been a big man since she was born again. She has been waiting for her for two years. When she didn't want to marry him, he didn't dare to force her. She was willing to marry. Because of the rules, he refused to touch her. Now, she was the princess who was brought back by his eight big sedan chair. What's the reason for her?

She heard the man lying on one side, and then he was probably too tired. He hugged her in his arms and kissed her. The breath on his head soon became peaceful and long.

Mei Xiang and Lan Xiang have been guarding the outside with fear. Hearing her cry, she immediately rushed to the room and froze at the same time when she saw the situation by the bed.

Mei Xiang looks down and picks up her clothes. Her tears fall down. She doesn't dare to look at her. She is afraid that the tears that she has been holding back will flow out again Mei Xiang could not help but cover her mouth and turn around.

After the servant girl looked at me not surprisingly, Fu Lanxiang asked me to cry quietly

Mei Xiang went quickly. Lanxiang carefully supported her and walked back. She was far away from the bed tent. She said angrily, "how can you bully the girl?"

"Don't talk nonsense. He's something you can complain about?"

Fu Rong bit his lips and slowly sat down on the pail with a circle of brocade mats, and motioned Lanxiang to go outside the curtain.

Fu Rong didn't know whether she could get pregnant. She only knew that she didn't want to give birth to Xu Jin, at least in recent years.

Fu Rong was not sure whether Xu Jin could survive in the end, but she remembered that after the death of the two brothers in the previous life, the prince raised his troops to kill both King Cheng and his two sons on the ground that King Cheng had bewitched Jiahe. Later, the town of anwang was in chaos, and there was no child alive in donggongkang palace.

Is it a coincidence?

Fu Rong doesn't believe it. Just like emperor Jiahe, those who want to be emperor don't want to have threats around them, do they? When Emperor Jiahe ascended the throne, all his brothers died. The reason why king an survived was that he was too young. It happened that Jiahe needed him to recover some fame.

What about King Ann? He wants that position, will let the prince and other people's blood live? When he ascends the throne, his name will be unjust and his words will not be smooth.

The royal family has no father and son. If Fu Rong became an Wang's wife, she would pretend that she didn't know what he had done on his way to the throne. As long as she had a good life, as long as her family was not affected. But now she is the princess of Xu Jin. Fu Rong dares to spend a few years or even the rest of her life gambling with Xu Jin, but she doesn't want his children to gamble together. In this life, if her life is not good, Xu Jin will eventually die. In addition to being upset and unwilling, Fu Rong will not have any sadness. She will try to be a happy widow, but she can never bear the pain of losing her son.

Therefore, Fu Rong didn't want to live until Xu Jin could escape the plot.

"Girl, you are hurt. You can get up after a while." Behind the screen, Mei Xiang whispered to remind her that she was holding the plaster she had prepared.

Fu Rong looked at the past, and finally washed them and called them in to serve.

After taking medicine in the bathroom, Fu Rong slowly returned to the inner room.

On the bed man sleeps sweetly, a handsome face remains satiated and flushed.

Fu Rong stares at him, thinking of Xu Jin's sweet words, tender feelings and silent smile.

It's good. If he just likes it, she doesn't have to feel guilty.

Pull up the quilt, Fu Rong also quickly fell asleep.

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