The Evil King Loves His Wife Without Limits: Kingsman Concubine

Appreciation of the clips of the Antarctic lower realm (excerpted from the original text "Training the Monster Tyrant: The Queen of Arms" Jin's pain [4])

The two people who were once so close missed each other just because of a misunderstanding.

"Jin, how have you been in the past two years?" Mo Zihan asked out the worries in his heart.

Nangong Jin smiled perfunctorily.

"I am OK, you?"

"If you are doing well, why don't you know how to cherish yourself and take care of yourself, so thin..."

"It may be caused by the exhaustion of state affairs, it doesn't matter, it doesn't get in the way."

"You came to the military camp two years ago. I didn't know you suffered such a serious internal injury, so I let you go. If I knew that your internal injury was so serious at that time, I would definitely not leave you alone..."

Mo Zihan confessed to Nangong Jin that she had been brooding over the past two years and could not forgive herself.

After hearing Mo Zihan's apology, Nangong Jin smiled indifferently: "I know. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry."

"Then...then your internal injuries are all healed now?"

"Well, it's all right." Nangong Jin didn't want to leave Mo Zihan's figure for a moment, her eyes revealed deep love and affection, as if she wanted to engrave this brief moment of reunion in her heart forever.

"I'll get the pulse for you." After finishing speaking, Mo Zihan approached Nangong Jin and raised his hand to hold his hand.

Unable to bear Mo Zihan's concern for him, Nangong Jin, who originally planned to hand over his hand to the other party, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly withdrew her hand back.

Mo Zihan was taken aback.

"Jin, what's wrong?"

"Are you an imperial doctor? Even the imperial physician said that I'm fine, so I'm sure I'm fine. Well, don't worry, let's go for a walk."

The more Nangong Jin said this, the more Mo Zihan felt that the wound in his body was not healed, and he wanted to help him feel his pulse no matter what.

"Han'er, now you're married... I'm afraid I won't be happy if I see it."

Speaking of the biggest embarrassment between him and her now, Mo Zihan finally didn't insist on helping him feel his pulse.

The two walked towards the depths of the imperial garden in silence.

"Jin, are you still mad at me?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Jin, although we have no chance to be husband and wife, I still hope you can treat me as your sister..."

Nangong Jin stopped, looked at Mo Zihan, stroked her shoulder, and said with a smile: "Girl, you are my younger sister, why do you regard you as my younger sister?"

Seeing Mo Zihan bowed his head and said nothing, Nangong Jin sat on the floor, patted the seat next to her, and motioned for Mo Zihan to sit down too.

"Girl, I know you're still brooding over what happened two years ago. I really don't mind anymore."

Nangong Jin took the initiative to speak out, and Mo Zihan couldn't help turning his head to look at him. On his handsome face, which was as handsome as an iceberg of ten thousand years, there was a smile that would only melt when facing her.

However, I don't know if she was suspicious. Ever since she saw Nangong Jin, she had a vague feeling that Nangong Jin seemed to be hiding something from everyone, at least from her.

Because she always felt that there were many flickers in his smile, many flickers that she didn't want her to notice.

"I love you very much, but since I didn't grasp the opportunity that God gave me before, then I deserve to lose you. Now that you have a husband who loves you deeply, I only want you to be happy. Han'er, Tell me, are you happy?"

Mo Zihan nodded vigorously. "I'm very happy." Thinking of Tuoli, the corners of Mo Zihan's lips couldn't help but smile again.