Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 29 Catch the Cat
Xiang Jinchen looked at the red and swollen hand on her other hand, but he couldn't say anything. He just felt pity for Ximo. He really didn't know who the man who hurt her was when Ximo ended up like this.
But people all over the capital are rumoring that he is a wild man raised by her, and she will not say who that man is until she dies.

Sighing, what kind of infatuation has ended up as another man's concubine. Although Yan Mo is good, his heart has always been uncertain.

He knew that Yan Mo would not fall in love with any woman in this mansion.

Therefore, Ximo's life was doomed to be a tragedy the moment she stepped into Xiaoyao Palace.

Xiang Jinchen picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and said, "Brother Mo, what kind of tea is this? It smells so good." As he spoke, he glanced at Ximo's scalded hand quietly. I believe Yan Mo must have seen it as he did.

His eyes glanced at him very naturally and then withdrew, but Ximo caught them in an instant. Thinking of his ambiguous posture sitting on the table before, Xiang Jinchen's eyes fell on Ximo's face. Then the green and red turns alternately, and it can't be erased no matter what.

"Mo'er, do you know what kind of tea this is?" Just as Ximo was standing quietly with her head bowed, Yan Mo threw Xiang Jinchen's question at her, making her want to stay out of it. possible.

Opening her lips slightly, she knew she had to answer, so she said softly, "It's a silver needle."

"Hehe, Mo'er is indeed well-informed, she is indeed a talented woman in Qicheng." Yan Mo immediately praised, "That's not bad at all."

"No wonder the taste of this tea is so sweet and mellow. So it's Baihao, Brother Mo, where did you get it?" Xiang Jinchen asked casually, just wanting to make the atmosphere more relaxed, so that Ximo who was standing by the side could feel more at ease.

"Haha, this is tribute tea. I only got a few packs in total. No, I knew you were coming today, so I asked the little girl to prepare it early."

It turned out that he had known that Xiang Jinchen was coming, but he turned to her at the very moment when Xiang Jinchen entered the study...

Ximo's heart was already muddled, she knew that Yan Mo was deliberately embarrassing her, and by doing so, she might not know how much it would embarrass her in the future, but although she was resentful, she couldn't make a sound.

"Then I will come every day from now until I drink up all your tea." Xiang Jinchen smiled brightly, and then took another sip of the tea in the cup, as if he was reluctant to drink it all up.

"Mo'er, I will trouble you to make tea again tomorrow. This tea is delicious thanks to Moer. It is Moer who made the tea fragrant." Yan Mo said, leaning over and quickly caught Xi foamy hands.

His movements were so fast that before Ximo could even react, the scalded hand had already landed in Yan Mo's palm.

Subconsciously shrank, his touch made her shiver uncontrollably.

Her shrinking caused Yan Mo's hand to use force, as if punishing her for dodging, and it also made her already painful back of her hand even more painful, but she gritted her teeth and refused to make a sound , only one face began to turn pale.

"Mo'er, you are very naughty." His face was pressed into hers suddenly, he didn't care whether Xiang Jinchen was present, as if she was just a fireworks girl and let him dote on her in front of others.

"Wang... Ah Mo, Mo'er didn't." Just wanted to call him the prince, but suddenly remembered Yan Mo's punishment for her before, so Ximo hurriedly stopped talking.

"Mo'er, tell me, why are your hands so red and swollen?" His concerned eyes fell peacefully on her face and then on her hands, but his tall figure enveloped her, making her a little breathless Come.

Ximo had no choice but to report truthfully, "When Ximo was holding a teacup and was about to put it on the tray, she was startled by a cat meowing outside the window, so she poured tea and burned her hands, only a little It's okay." It was just an accident, she didn't want to say it at first, but she couldn't resist Yan Mo's questioning.

"Ling Feng, hurry up and find out which cat it is, catch it and send it directly to the study, and this king will deal with it later." However, Yan Mo ordered Ling Feng, his subordinate, to act resolutely.

"A... Mo, no... no need." The cat is always a life-saving person, so Ximo feels that Yan Mo is making a fuss over a molehill.

Yan Mo ignored her words, but turned to Xiang Jinchen, "Jinchen, where is your jade flower ointment? Can you use Mo'er?"

Ximo frowned and lowered her head, really wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, but heard Xiang Jinchen say: "Okay, I'll go get it right away."

"No need, this king personally took Mo'er to apply the medicine." His voice was like a bell, and when it lingered in Ximo's ears, it was like a dream coming, but at the same time, it was contradictory and real.

Ximo wanted to stop him, but Yan Moshuang hugged her body horizontally, just like the seven nights before, when he hugged her in his arms, then flew up, and quickly left the study, and Xiangjin The ministers went to the west of the mansion one by one.

The speed of the two men was extremely fast, and the whistling wind kept ringing in my ears, and it also blew her skirt up slightly, a ribbon inadvertently floated up and landed on Yan Mo's face, his The speed quietly slowed down, and when standing still, the sound of women laughing and laughing happened to be heard around, and there was a strong fragrance of flowers.

Ximo hurriedly closed her eyes, she knew that if he didn't want to, even if she begged him, he would not let her go.

But being in his arms made her so embarrassed.

Heart, flustered.

"My lord, which sister is this? Why, are you being shy?" A woman moved closer, her voice full of smiles, making Ximo bury her head deeper into Yan Mo's arms , she was avoiding the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Yan Mo and the girls in the garden, she was shy.

"Mo'er, what's the matter?" Yan Mo asked her without answering, making Xi Mo wish she could disappear in front of everyone in a wisp of smoke, her face was already as red as rouge.

In a low voice, Ximo begged: "Ah Mo, let me go, okay?"

Her voice was really not very small, like a mosquito. Although the woman standing in front of her and Yan Mo couldn't hear what she said clearly, she could hear the word 'A Mo' clearly, "My lord, you You're so eccentric, why are you never allowed to call you Ah Mo?"

The angry female voice made Ximo feel even more ashamed, "My lord..."

But the hands on the waist tightened, Yan Mo smiled evilly, then bowed his head to Xi Mo's ear, and whispered: "Mo'er, you are not good again." After finishing speaking, his thin lips were sealed Her earlobe, at that moment, he paused for a long time before slowly moving it away, as if he was a little bit reluctant.

(End of this chapter)