The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 566 Meeting the Mother-in-Law for the First Time (1)
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There were waves of pity from the shore, and the eyes of the three fell on Mu Zhaoming at the same time.

They were all contradictory and struggling, since he could hit the shot, they hoped that he would not hit it.

Just as everyone regretted and couldn't remember, Mu Zhaoming seemed to have found the feeling. The arrow in his hand swished, and the arrow shot straight, unaffected by the wind on the river.

Under the gaze of everyone, one of the lanterns on the painting boat went out.

Kishi even the people who were talking about it just now couldn't help being dumbfounded, and then burst into cheers.

"Off, the lantern is off."

"Sharp Archer..."

"..."

When the lantern was extinguished, Bo Qing immediately showed a joyful expression. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, he quickly ran towards Mu Zhaoming, ignoring the shocking eyes of the crowd, and threw himself into Mu Zhaoming's arms. Mu Zhaoming naturally opened his arms and embraced her. into the bosom.

"My lord, I would like to thank the three for making the concession."

In front of the lantern shop, Mu Zhaoming said politely, took the lantern, and handed it to Boqing with his own hands.

Boqing took the lantern, put it in front of her eyes and looked left and right. Even if she didn't see her face, just by her movements, she could tell how much she liked the lantern.

The most important thing is that there are two people's favorite flowers on it.

Bianhua, how could someone understand their thoughts so well.

Boqing's face froze slightly, and the froze was so fast that even Mu Zhaoming didn't notice it.

"Qing'er, it's not long, let's go back." Mu Zhaoming took his ruthless little hand, left everyone behind, and walked back and forth.

He really couldn't bear the affectionate gazes of the three of them, but luckily she didn't notice.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhaoming felt a little proud.

What he is most proud of is that in the eyes and heart of this little man, no other man can be tolerated except him, and he is even dismissive.

Zhuang Zhou stood with his hands behind his back, watching the two leave with envy and jealousy in his eyes.

That man took away her mind with his strength and perfection, and there was no place for him in her world.

The Buddha said: Sowing the cause, reaping the fruit, everything is created by the mind.

If, if he hadn't hurt her back then, the result would have been different.

These days, he has been thinking about this question. She has lost her memory, and she doesn't remember that they admired each other back then.

If, unfortunately... no if, the fact is that he hurt her, and she met him because of it.

This is the cycle of cause and effect that Buddha often talks about. The cause you plant and the fruit you bear are naturally tasted by yourself, no matter whether it is ups and downs or bitterness.

Fan Qingliu seemed to be aware of Zhuang Zhou's mood, and said with a faint smile: "Smile and face, don't complain. Be leisurely, follow your heart, follow your heart, and follow your fate."

"Everyone has Buddha nature, but if it is done, it is not easy." If it is easy, there will be no love or hatred.

Zhuang Zhou left without saying a word, and what he lost had already formed a demonic barrier in his heart.

He can't get rid of it, and he doesn't want to.

Perhaps, this is also a kind of fruit.

The Buddha said that there are eight sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, long-term resentment, unable to ask, unable to let go.

And his result is: can't ask for it, can't let it go.

Because no one knows, and she can't remember, he was the first person to meet her, and the moment of looking back and smiling is the eternity in his heart.

Zhuang walked slowly on the road, the road was under his feet, but he didn't know where he was going.

Suddenly a figure appeared in front of him, blocking his way: "Young master Zhuang, it is about the life and death of the Zhuang family, please young master Zhuang come with me."

On the second day of the Shangyuan Festival, light snow fell in the sky of Longcheng again, but it couldn't hide the festive atmosphere on the street from last night. The ignorant will always be the happiest.

The same is true for the common people, as long as they are fed, clothed warmly, and housed well, they can stay ignorant forever, but they don’t know that yesterday, the sky in China has changed, changed...

In a mansion somewhere, Mu Zhaoming was half lying on the bed with his head supported on one hand.

There was a shallow, gentle smile on her charming lips, and deep eyes, looking deeply at the little man nestled in front of her chest, with an indescribable satisfaction and pride on her face.

With his big hands, he brushed away the hair scattered on his flimsy face, revealing a small face the size of a palm, with willow-leaved brows, and a bruise under his eyes covered by long eyelash feathers, and a hint of heartache in Mu Zhaoming's eyes.

In the past half a year, because of the appearance of Prince Han Ji, she has been in a state of mental tension, nervousness, and fear, but she has to hold on, and she doesn't have a good rest at all.

Prince Hanji originally didn't want him to die so quickly, but he didn't expect him to be so unbearable, he turned into powder under one blow, it was really cheap for him.

She lowered her head and kissed her, her red lips were swollen from the kiss last night, and she casually took out a small jade box from the hidden compartment next to the bed.

Lifting a corner of the brocade quilt with his big hand, Mu Zhaoming's handsome face froze slightly, and then there was a hint of playfulness, and he leaned into Bo Qing's ear, and said ambiguously: "Qing'er, come on, I'll give you medicine."

All the brocade quilts were lifted, revealing a delicate body as tender as jade, but on the originally flawless delicate body.

At this time, there were countless red marks, extending from the neck to the calves, there were several bruises on the waist, and there were several tooth marks on the chest.

Mu Zhaoming's handsome face flushed slightly, last night he lost control for a while, and accidentally went too far, if the evidence is not eliminated, the little girl will definitely scold herself again when she wakes up.

Thinking of this, the slender fingers picked up the ointment in the jade box, quickly applied it on the bruises, tooth marks, and kiss marks, and gently massaged it with internal force for a while, and after a while, everything returned to its original state.

After erasing the evidence, Mu Zhaoming breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the label on the jade box - Snow Skin Jade Muscle Ointment, and showed a wicked smile.

If Shangguan Luo knew that he spent a lot of money to make the snow skin jade skin ointment used to eliminate scars that no money can buy outside, if someone ruined it like this, he might have the urge to kill.

"Qing'er, it's dawn, we want to come." With a big hand gently shaking Qingqing's shoulder, Mu Zhaoming shouted dotingly.

If it weren't for the important things to do today, he would let her sleep for a day.

Boqing subconsciously leaned against Mu Zhaoming, without any intention of waking up.

"Qing'er, Qing'er..." Mu Zhaoming called out several times gently.

Boqing frowned in her sleep, let out an unhappy murmur, turned away from Mu Zhaoming's arms, and lay down on the brocade quilt beside her.

"Qing..." Mu Zhaoming only stopped calling this time, his eyes were locked on the more enchanting Bana flower on the back of Bo Qing.

This blood-red Bana flower was tattooed by him himself, but he never thought that one day she would bloom so coquettishly and charmingly, just like her own.

(End of this chapter)