Blood marriage, the gentleness of the mysterious evil monarch

Qian Diewu could tell that Jimo Wuming was trying to appease her, but even so, she still didn't want to stay in the study, and asked again, "Wuming, I'm sorry to trouble you, I want to go back to the Pavilion of Fragrances."

Anyway, she couldn't do without Mo Castle, but she could choose a more comfortable place to live. In short, she just didn't want to sleep in the study, lest she would see him when she opened her eyes.

"Sister-in-law, this..." Jimo Wuming was very embarrassed, and looked at Jimo Wuxuan for help.

Jimo Wuxuan slightly loosened his tight brows, and said in a cold but gentle tone: "You are still weak, and you will return to the Fragrance Pavilion when you recover."

"I'm going back."

"I'll take you home tonight."

"I want it now."

"No, I don't allow it." In fact, he can let Jimo Wuming carry her back to Zhongxiang Pavilion, but as long as he thinks of another man touching her, he will feel uncomfortable, even if that person is his own brother.

Qian Diewu didn't want to go back to Zhongxiang Pavilion so strongly, but because of Jimo Wuxuan's 'not allowed', she felt uncomfortable and insisted on contradicting him, "I must go back now."

After speaking, he stood up with all his strength. Although he sat up, he was unable to support his body, and fell back down again. 13acv.

Jimo Wuxuan quickly reached out to catch her, let her lean on his arm, angrily and helplessly reprimanded her, "You are so weak, what are you trying to do? Just lie down obediently, and I will take you back tonight. "

Not afraid of his reprimand, she boldly retorted, "You know it's fierce. If it wasn't for you, would I become a sick person again and again?"

"This time, you ran out of Mo Castle without authorization and made yourself into this."

"You have already divorced me. If I don't leave Mo Castle, what am I still doing here?"

"Now the divorce letter is gone, and you are still the eldest lady of Mo Castle, so just stay with me obediently."

"You...cough cough..." Qian Diewu talked too much, coupled with a little anger, she lost her breath and coughed non-stop.

Jimo Wuxuan panicked, stopped arguing with her, hugged her into his arms, he, who never coaxed people, suddenly coaxed people like never before, "Okay, let the past things pass by, why bother about the past things? Make yourself angry? You can go back to the Pavilion of Fragrances if you want, but you have to wait until night."

"Why do you have to wait until night?" She vaguely knew the answer to this question, but she still had to ask. After she finished asking, her gaze fell on his feet involuntarily. After a pause, she asked again, "Is it because of your feet?"

He was not a cripple in the first place, but he wanted to pretend to be crippled and boring.

strange man.

"You'll know at night. You're weak, don't talk too much, and have a good rest." He didn't answer, and the expression on his face sank a little.

She could see that he didn't like it when his legs were lifted.

why?

Her intuition told her that she might have to wait a long time to know the answer.

Jimo Wuming stayed by the side all the time, looking at Qian Diewu in surprise, and after the two of them had finished their quarrel, he interjected and said in amazement: "Sister-in-law, you are the first one I have ever seen who dares to quarrel with my elder brother, and A woman my elder brother didn't deal with."

Hearing these words, Qian Diewu was a little proud, but he didn't show it, but said angrily: "He killed me several times, so why didn't he deal with me?"

"Those were pure accidents."

"Are you going to give me a chance to try?"

Some people seem to be quite angry.

Jimo Wuxuan knew that Qiandiewu was angry, and for the sake of her body, he had no choice but to find a way to calm her down, so he stretched out his hand and said to Jimo Wuming, "Bring your fan."

"Brother, why do you want my fan?" Jimo Wuming was still asking, but he had already handed the fan over.

Jimo Wuxuan didn't answer, took the fan, flicked it lightly, and revealed the sharp blade hidden in the fan paper, then handed the fan to Qian Diewu, "Here you are."

"What are you doing for me?" Qian Diewu was at a loss, looking at the sharp blades on the folding fan, she didn't dare to take it, her heart was hanging and a little nervous.

"Don't look at the smallness of these sharp blades, each one is a divine blade that cuts iron like mud."

"so what?"

"I'll just sit here and don't move. I'll give you the fan. You can stab me anywhere, purely to let you calm down. But after the stabbing, you can obediently recuperate for me, and don't get angry." Jimo Wuxuan had a look on his face. He forced the folding fan into Qian Diewu's hand, and then gently pushed her out of his arms, so that she could use the folding fan to vent his anger on him better.

The anger in her heart is caused by him, and only by doing so can she not hold back her internal injuries.

Butterfly listens to Ming Andi.Hearing this, Jimo Wuming panicked and yelled anxiously, "Brother, are you crazy? This is not a joke. Those blades are extremely sharp, not ordinary sharp weapons, even if they are slightly scratched, There was also a lot of bleeding for a long time."

Inside his fan are all very sharp magical weapons, which may be scratched if touched, let alone stabbed.

"You don't care about this matter, it's none of your business." Jimo Wuxuan's tone was very strong, showing that he was determined to do what he wanted to do. He looked at Qian Diewu expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "Do it."

"If you tell me to do it, I'll do it. Then I'll lose face, huh." Qian Diewu didn't have the courage to stab Jimo Wuxuan with a sharp blade, and her hand holding the fan was trembling a little, but she still wanted to save face. Trying to be brave, he threw the fan to the ground.

Unexpectedly, this throw was too forceful, exhausted all the strength in his body, and ended up falling into Jimo Wuxuan's arms.

Jimo Wuxuan put his arms around the beautiful woman, smiled triumphantly, his heart was full of secret joy.She couldn't bear to hurt him.

Seeing Qian Diewu throw away the fan, Jimo Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. In order to ease the tense atmosphere, he bent down to pick up the fan, and said playfully, "Oh, my poor baby fan, you are so It’s so pitiful that it’s priceless, but it’s so easily discarded.”

Hearing Jimo Wuming's humorous words, Qiandiewu couldn't help laughing, the breath in her heart had unknowingly dissipated, at this moment she was nestling in Jimo Wuxuan's arms safely, unaware .

This hug feels very warm, she likes it.

At this time, a servant came in with a lotus seed soup and said respectfully, "My Lord, this is the lotus seed soup you want."

"Bring it." Jimo Wuxuan stretched out his hand, motioning for the servant to bring it over.

The servant bowed his head and brought the lotus seed soup to Jimo Wuxuan.

Jimo Wuxuan brought the lotus seed soup over, ignored the people present, and directly fed it to Qian Diewu.

Only then did Qian Diewu realize that something was wrong, she hurriedly left his embrace, and said embarrassingly: "I, I will do it myself."

But he refused, and insisted on feeding her. With concern, he said coldly: "My hands are hurt like this, how can I do it by myself? I haven't eaten all day, eat quickly."

"you……"

"Do you want me to feed you mouth to mouth?"

Frightened by this, Qian Diewu immediately opened her mouth to eat obediently, for fear of being fed mouth to mouth, but there was a wonderful feeling in her heart, warm, as if being cared for in the palm of her hand.

Can she trust the man in front of her?

Jimo Wuming looked at the warm scene in front of him, smiled happily, and then ordered the servant next to him: "Go and prepare breakfast for the Great Castle Lord, and bring it to the study."

"Yes." The servant took the order and went to do it immediately.

It was only then that Qiandiewu knew that Jimo Wuxuan hadn't eaten breakfast, and even suspected that he hadn't eaten all day just like her. Thinking of this possibility, she suddenly felt distressed, paused, and spoke softly Ask: "You, haven't you had breakfast?"

Before Jimo Wuxuan could answer, Jimo Wuming kept talking non-stop, "Brother has been staying in the study since he brought you back to Mo Castle yesterday, and has been with you all night without closing your eyes. You The high fever doesn't subside, he's dying of anxiety, how can he still be in the mood to eat? Sister-in-law, my elder brother has never been nice to anyone, even me, I really envy you!"

As an elder brother, he doesn't talk much and is not very good at expressing his feelings. He hides many things in his heart and doesn't say anything, so he has to be the younger brother to help.

What Jimo Wuming said, Jimo Wuxuan didn't feel anything when he heard it, he just carefully fed Qian Diewu to eat lotus seed soup, thinking in his heart that it was enough to take good care of her, and the rest didn't matter.

He only does what he wants to do, and it doesn't matter whether he says it or not.

Qian Diewu raised her moving eyes, looked at Jimo Wuxuan, felt distressed by the stubble and vicissitudes on his face, but she didn't want to show it, and cursed angrily: "Are you an idiot, why are you tossing yourself like this?" ? Don’t think that I will be moved by doing this, I tell you, no.”

In fact, she was already moved.

"Do you want more?" Jimo Wuxuan responded with irrelevant words, the lotus seed soup in the bowl had already seen the taste, so he asked her if she wanted more, his tone was cold and soft, and matched with his stiff face. The rigid face is really amazing.

She was really speechless, so she simply ignored him, and said to Jimo Wuming: "Wuming, go and ask the servants to prepare some face washing water and a razor."

Jimo Wuxuan was very puzzled, so he could only ask, "What do you want a razor for?"

She wanted to wash her face, he could understand that she wanted to wash her face, but he didn't understand that she wanted a razor.

"I'll shave you." She replied angrily, and then continued to explain to Jimo Wuming, "Wuming, go get your elder brother some clean clothes."

When it came to clean clothes, Qian Diewu realized that all the clothes on her body had been changed, and asked in surprise, "Who changed my clothes?"

"Me." Jimo Wuxuan replied directly, and he answered without blushing or panting, very calmly, as if it was an insignificant matter.

"You..." She was pissed off.

Forget it, if you get angry with him, it will only be her own loss, and these accounts will be settled later.

Jimo Wuming smiled leisurely, very happy, and quietly left to do what Qiandiewu told him.

It seems that the relationship between the elder brother and the elder sister-in-law is not bad, and it is worth being happy.