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

Chapter 48 Warning
"This..." Ximo was a little surprised, but what Xiang Jinchen said about the loneliness of the qin was true. Shoulu, she can't just ask for other people's things, "Thank you, Mr. Xiang, for your kindness. Now Ximo is just living in Qingxin Xiaozhu. How can she have free time to play the piano? It's better to put this piano here." Wronged it, or, it is not lonely at all, only the clean body proves everything.

If it was placed in Yan Mo's residence, no matter how she thought about it, she would feel awkward.

"Forget it, then stay here, as long as Miss Lan wants to play the piano, just..." He said casually, but halfway through, he stopped.

That's right, how could she come here to listen to Yuxuan casually? Today, it was already an exception, "Miss Lan, is there something wrong?" She hurriedly changed the subject, just because she was afraid of embarrassing her.

"Oh, my lord asked me to get the jade ointment." She said in a low voice, feeling a little embarrassed, because she broke the small porcelain bottle yesterday, which was a waste of his medicine.

"I'll get it, please wait a moment." While Xiang Jinchen was speaking, he had already fled to his room, but he took out a bottle of jade ointment in a short while, and she remembered clearly that it was the same small porcelain bottle as yesterday.

Reaching out to take it, Ximo couldn't stay longer, so she said, "Thank you Mr. Xiang, Ximo tells you..."

But before she finished speaking, Xiang Jinchen interrupted her abruptly: "Miss Lan, the fetus in your womb is the best..."

"What's wrong?" He stopped talking halfway, but what he hesitated to say aroused Ximo's curiosity.

"Actually, it's nothing. I just want Miss Lan to be careful. You know, it's been five years in this palace, and no woman has ever conceived a child. Miss Lan is the first."

So, should she be careful?

Her heart was flustered, and when she looked back at him with clear eyes, she was full of questions. She really wanted him to tell her something, but she didn't dare and couldn't ask him like she asked Mu Lianfeng, because, She really didn't know how close Xiang Jinchen's relationship with Yan Mo was. Being able to live in the palace and come and go freely showed how much Yan Mo trusted him.

Thinking about it, she didn't ask after all, but left quietly with full of questions, leaving only a piece of incense in the pavilion, which was intoxicating.

In the study room, there was still silence, the closer he got, the more curious he was about what happened to Yan Mo's face?
In fact, he asked her to fetch this jade ointment, maybe he wanted to use it himself.

"Master Lan is here." As soon as Ximo arrived at the door, Wangfu reported loudly to Yan Mo in the study, his voice was high and loud, as if on purpose.

Ximo had no time to think about anything, but stepped into the study curiously, "Ah Mo, the jade ointment has been brought." She handed it to him, and all her eyes fell on him. Last night, she His nails definitely scratched his face.

But he just didn't look up, "Leave it alone."

"Yes." She whispered, quietly standing by his side.

In the room, there was only the "brushing" sound of his pen falling for a while, and Ximo saw what he was doing. It turned out that he was painting again, only this time, he was painting a landscape painting. There is a small boat on the vast expanse of blue water, and a woman stands quietly on the small boat. In the painting, the figure of this woman only takes up a little bit, but this little bit becomes the finishing touch of the painting.

He writes very quickly, with the intention of completing it in one go, so that it will have a more majestic feeling.

Seeing that he was only concentrating on the painting, and there was not much ink left on the inkstone, Ximo remembered Hong Yang's teachings, and picked up a grinding block to grind it finely.

Yan Mo worked on that painting for nearly an hour before it was finished. When she put down the pen, Ximo heard a low sigh in a trance, but when she caught it again, the sound had disappeared. Watching him slowly raise his head, all her eyes were focused on his face.

Yes, she saw his face, but she was also stunned.

Yan Mo's complexion is not fair, maybe it's because of frequent going out, his face has a faint trace of sun exposure, but it makes him look more masculine.

There were no marks on his face.

But last night, when her nails clearly scratched his face, she really felt it.

She was very close to him, and there was still a faint fragrance of ink floating around the two of them. When she looked at him, his eyes were also looking at her with burning eyes, like a young couple who are in love with each other affectionately. It's like looking at each other.

Ximo was so curious, could it be that his face was fake?
By coincidence, Ximo's thin white fingers lifted and dropped lightly, and the fingertips landed on his face, moving delicately, there was nothing, she couldn't feel anything.

The man also raised his hand, and held her frivolously, "Ximo, is it easy to touch?"

This sound made her wake up suddenly, and then realized that she had lost her composure, and tried to struggle, but his hand was held even tighter by him.

She didn't believe it, and she couldn't believe that he didn't have any injuries on his face. How could it be possible?
"Ximo, did you let me down?" His expression was slightly mocking, and the strength of his hand holding her was increasing. The strength made her bite her lip in pain, but she tried her best not to utter a word. voice comes.

Raising his head, he looked at him fearlessly, "Why is Ximo disappointed? Please tell me clearly." His words have already revealed that he knew about the slap she made on his face last night.

Well, he was definitely injured.

But right now, she couldn't feel anything, whether it was eyes or hands.

Everything seemed to be her illusion, everything seemed to have never happened.

Yan Mo's hand was gently retracted, but the pain left to her was still there. With that grip, he almost crushed the bones of her hand, "It's nothing, I just feel that when Ximo came into the study, there seemed to be too much pain." Looking forward to it, but now..."

His smile was so annoying that she really wanted to erase the smile on his face, but there was nothing she could do.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" It's still that flamboyant smile, really annoying.

"Ximo listened to Ah Mo again, but Ximo didn't understand." If she understood, she had to pretend not to understand, otherwise, she would have to endure his torture again, because she had already smelled the mountain in the air. The rain was about to come, and the man in front of him was a beast, and he might stretch out his claws to her at any time.

"Come here." He hugged her, led her to sit on the pear chair in front of the desk with a light jump, Ximo was hugged by him and sat in his arms, lying on her back against him On the crook of her arm, his breath spit out gently on her face, the man's breath so close dazzled her mind, making her even forget to think.

As soon as her neck was cold, Yuxiang ointment was applied to her skin, and the fragrance was as fresh as a flower.

(End of this chapter)