After being reborn as a double, she is soft and charming

Chapter 76 Undercurrent
"My son, Bai Qi hates you to the bone. If you fall into his hands, how will you be humiliated? If you really get to that point, Xiyan will die..."

"Shut up." Mu Yuncheng ordered in a low voice.

The clear voice, the caring care in the palm of his hand, all the details, all of which compromised the scolding in his tone.

Xi Yan is not afraid of him!

"Being able to stay with you for a year, Xiyan is already very satisfied..."

Mu Yuncheng cupped her face angrily, lowered his head, and kissed her.

Crisp.

numb.

After tossing and turning, the girl collapsed in his arms.

After a while, Mu Yuncheng pulled away slightly, and the gloom in his gaze faded away at some point.

The girl leaned obediently in his arms, her black eyes sparkled, and he was so drunk, his heart was like cotton wool soaked in water, and he couldn't hold it lightly.

Mu Yuncheng closed his eyes, swallowed the fragrance in his throat, and rolled his Adam's apple, restraining himself to cover his reason.

"I've already lost her, and I can't lose you anymore. Otherwise, what's the point of this life?"

The man's eyes have become so clear.

Xiyan stretched out her arm in confusion, and asked with a frown, "You took the slave city?"

"Yes."

"It's so fast, my sister has a spirit in the sky, she must be very happy."

Mu Yuncheng hugged Xi Yan, leaned back wantonly, then pulled the brocade quilt, and comforted him, "Don't think about anything else, just sleep for a while, and then you will have enough energy before you can have a baby for me."

Xiyan knew that he was joking with herself.

The blur just now hadn't faded away, but now her cheeks were stained with a blush again.

In the blink of an eye, she cast a sidelong glance at Mu Yuncheng, charming and charming.

Mu Yuncheng's fingertips trembled slightly.

He glared at the person in his arms, and warned implicitly, "Close your eyes."

Xiyan nodded and closed her eyes obediently.

After all this tossing, she was really tired.

For three days in a row, she didn't get up from bed until the spring rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

When Xiyan was bathing, it was already afternoon, and the sun was shining along the window, warming the surrounding area a little bit. She raised her eyes and looked at the tender shoots from the wicker in the courtyard, and raised her lips comfortably.

Summer is coming, Xiyan flowers should also bloom all over the mountains.

In a trance, shouts resounded in my ears outside the courtyard:

"Binggong, the side concubine is taking a bath," the maid's voice was a little anxious, "Your Majesty has told me, you can't see the side concubine..."

"The old man just wanted to say thank you to my side concubine!"

"No, just rest for a while, and I will go invite the son..."

Listening to the hustle and bustle outside the courtyard, Xiyan realized that the water seemed a little cold.

She stood up, dressed neatly, and slowly opened the door.

Looking back impartially, I was a little surprised.

This was the first time he seriously looked at the girl in front of him.

Without makeup, she is cold and noble, and she is no different from the princess of the past.

Xiyan didn't feel any grievances because of his previous attitude, she stepped forward, stood in front of Binggong, and said, "Binggong."

"...Hey, the side concubine doesn't need to be too polite."

Binggong cleared his voice unnaturally, with an awkward expression on his face.

Xiyan respectfully said, "Binggong is the son's sub-father, the son respects you, Xiyan should not dare to neglect you."

"This time I came to see the side concubine, the old man wanted to personally thank the side concubine for the 'black miasma'."

"This is what Xi Yan should do."

Xi Yan maintained the harmony on the surface.

How sharp is she?The old man in front of him would not let down his guard against her just because of one or two pieces of news.

If Mu Yuncheng is the last gentleman in this decadent and chaotic world, then uprightness is the sharpest butcher knife in Mu Yuncheng's hands!

The butcher's knife will only cut through thorns and thorns for the king, butcher's knife, where is the self-blame and gratitude?

Seemingly aware of the defense in the girl's eyes, Zhenggong's eyebrows moved slightly.

Just as he was about to continue speaking, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.

Dressed in white clothes, the two of them looked out of the courtyard at the same time.

(End of this chapter)