Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

Even if the whole body was cold, even if the people in front of him said something slowly, Yunxi listened. Those intrigues, those things she can't understand, she doesn't want to have another dream.

Long Ziqing just gently wiped the water stains on her body and smiled softly at Yunxi through the long candle: "It seems that Dongshu made some agreement with Xizhou. Maybe it has something to do with Huaxi. I don't know. I just think Ning Xiluo will be fooled by taking advantage of this omission. Ning Xiluo has been looking forward to reviving Huaxi. It's just... What happened today is really a joke of Dongshu."

Are you kidding?

Yunxi looked at long Ziqing and was puzzled: "Huaxi's body was in the palace of Xizhou, but it was just angry. Even if Dongshu had a master hand in medicine, it must not be able to save Huaxi. Even with Gu, body death is body death, and there is no cure."

"Do you wish the God of war could not wake up?"

"No!"

Yunxi raised his eyes and looked at long Ziqing. When his heart was tight, it was naturally guilty. The real Huaxi sat here and talked to him. If the body really woke up, it would be just a walking corpse alive. It would be dead if he didn't want to.

Long Ziqing was stunned and turned to smile: "it's cold, you can change your clothes first." the thin lip itself is the color of rose powder. Now it's a little white because he swam in the moat for a long time. He didn't say much, but turned his back.

Yunxi looked down and saw a clean dress on the side of the carriage, which should have been prepared by long Ziqing in advance. Looking at the thin and handsome back, Yunxi directly took off his wet clothes and put on his white dress.

Then there was the awkward atmosphere. Yunxi said, "what about you?"

Long Ziqing turned sideways, just shook his head slightly and took out a hairpin from his arms. The hairpin lay in his hand, as exquisite as clear water. It was different from ordinary trivia, but it looked much more valuable.

Yunxi pursed her eyebrows and suddenly remembered something: "this is the Yunxi hairpin you gave me at that time?"

The water soaked hair took advantage of long Ziqing's beautiful face. His eyes were like a torch, but he smiled for a moment: "at that time, I gave you this thing just because you could read me all the time, but I didn't want you to throw it. The hairpin was washed to the shore by the river, and I found it..."

Longziqing paused and stopped talking. Instead, he raised his hand and embedded the hairpin into Yunxi's hair. He did not move any more, but condensed Yunxi.

The hairpin was lost by Shen Jinghong when he was angry, but now it has returned to Yunxi's hands.

She said in a deep voice, "this hairpin..."

"I'm not questioning you. I just want you to know that what I promised you will be done." his face is pale and smiling at any time. At this time, the light in his eyes seems to be embedded in the Lingding of the stream. "When we get to the Beiyuan, I'll give you whatever you want. And what you've suffered before will not happen in the future."

Yunxi just nodded. She took another suit of clothes and put it gently on her leg: "put it on."

That dress is similar to what she wears. It's still white, but it's longziqing's style.

And longziqing coagulated Yunxi's eyes, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were clear and deep: "it can't be changed."

"Why?"

"It hurts."

"Where does it hurt?" Yunxi frowned.

"When the painting was cold, he thought me and qingmo were assassins and stabbed me in the arm with a dagger. He stopped his hand when he knew we were coming to save him..." when he said this, long Ziqing still had a lazy attitude. His slender fingers gently pointed to the damaged place above his right arm and frowned, "I just had a soak in the moat. It hurts more."

At that time, long Ziqing dressed up as a cool picture. She saw that the moisture on his clothes was blood

In this way, Yunxi's eyebrows were cold. He directly pulled long Ziqing's clothes, tore his sleeves, and gently touched the stab wound on it with his fingers: "such a wound is really made of cold painting. I'm sorry."

"Then make up." long Ziqing took out the box from the back of the carriage and pushed it to Yunxi.

After Yunxi opened, he saw some medicine powder and gauze.

She is not a doctor, but she knows a lot of dressing methods because of perennial injuries.

Yunxi coagulated long Ziqing's exposed arm, gently put the medicine powder and bandaged him. Then he got up, untied the red belt and changed his clothes for him.

Although the handsome face was pale, at this time, he looked at Yunxi's cold eyes, but his face flashed red for a moment. Then, the pale lips overflowed with a shallow smile: "you are not bound to the etiquette of men and women."

"I just don't want your arm to move much. One more point, your arm will be useless." the wet clothes were put aside. Yunxi put the white clothes over him, put his arm on him, and then gently tied the belt.

Hearing Yunxi's words, long Ziqing smiled: "Hualiang can indeed be called the leader of the painter's army, but I don't know how his martial arts are compared with Luo sangbi."

Looking at long Ziqing's appearance, Yunxi thought of something and asked tentatively, "if the painting was not cold and hurt and lost his memory, he wouldn't be so skilled. When he is well hurt, you can find a job for him."

Raising his eyebrows and smiling, long Ziqing only said, "OK."

"Why don't you ask me to be nice to him?"

Hearing Yunxi's question, longziqing's lazy smile became more prosperous, but suddenly dispersed like fog: "you didn't ask me why I tried to save qingmo many times. I treated her very well."

This rhetorical question, on the contrary, Yunxi was silent.

Even Ning Xiluo doubted his relationship with qingmo, so why didn't she doubt it? But these are not important to her. What she wants is the position of the crown princess. She doesn't care about longziqing's heart.

Seeing that Yunxi was silent, long Ziqing pressed directly against Yunxi... Two pieces of warm heat suddenly pasted on Yunxi's forehead, and his hand stopped Yunxi's waist. A beautiful face was very close to her, and the ambergris was slightly drunk on her mouth and nose.

Yunxi wanted to push him away, but he looked at mingzhan's soft eyes. He said, "I know many things have happened to you these days. I can help you as much as I can. I want you to be happy whether it is to eradicate yunzhentian or save you this time."

He said, his eyes and eyebrows were gentle, without any overbearing color.

Yunxi said in a deep voice, "I will marry you. This is what I promised. I won't break my promise."

Long Ziqing clenched Yunxi's hand and looked down at her: "I also know a lot about you and Shen Jinghong. I often don't get what you really want when I live for a lifetime. I know he really likes you, so he treats you very well, but I know you don't fall in love with him. If he was still alive, there would be you and me today, and you would marry him."

For the first time, Yunxi didn't know how to answer.

She asked long Ziqing to be the Crown Princess of the East Palace, but there were so many things in the middle. How many looks and how many joys and sorrows were different from the original state of mind.

After thinking for a long time, Yunxi finally asked, "even if I'm not attracted to you, you don't regret giving me the position of crown princess? Or, I want to know what you think of me?"