Chapter 174: The overbearing queen conquers the unintentional holy monk 43

Even after the two found out their intentions, Xuanjing always restrained and respected when facing Shu Ange, and rarely showed too strong emotional fluctuations.

Now that he was panicking because of her tone, Shu Ange was not unmoved in his heart.

It's just that in front of the country, the love of children has become the most difficult weakness to gnash. With Xuanjing like this, Shu Ange was not only unhappy, but also inexplicably sad.

"Xuanjing, after I leave, I will leave the people of the Tsing Yiwei guards to protect you. Although the palace walls are lonely, they are heavily guarded. You must not trust strangers, and you must take extra care."

Xuan Jing was a little panicked, the more gentle Shu Ange was, the more uncomfortable he felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"Mochizuki, the frontier soldiers will definitely be able to repel the enemy, so you can stay in the capital."

Involuntarily, there was a pleading in his tone, and even the word Mochizuki appeared out of nowhere.

Before that, Xuanjing had never called Shu Ange by name.

Looking at the person in front of him with a handsome and jade-like face, Shu Ange really wanted to nod his head in response to his request.

But she can't, she is not only Yun Wangyue, but also the queen of Qingluo Kingdom, with thousands of innocent people behind her.

Shu Ange put his hand on Xuan Jing's shoulder, his eyes were full of light, and he shook his head: "I'm about to leave Beijing, I have a lot of things to say to you, but when I see you, my tongue is spinning. Can't say it."

She said it very easily, but Xuan Jing was heartbroken when she heard it, and could only wish to take her into her arms.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and embraced Shu Ange in his arms, pressed her to his chest, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't go out in person, just stay."

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Xuan Jing seldom acted so affectionately, Shu Ange pressed his body close to him, feeling his strong heartbeat, and wanted to follow his words, but the words came to his lips: "It's windy outside, come here. Let's talk in the house."

After she finished speaking, she gently pushed the mysterious mirror away, and he let go of his hand in a loss, and followed behind her towards the door.

Xuan Jing seldom took the initiative to get close to Shu Ange, and now it is rare to take the initiative to hug her once, but she is pushed away, and after calming down, she is annoyed at her frivolity.

After entering the door, he was about to apologize, but Shu Ange kicked the door and pushed him directly to the door, kissing him irresistibly.

Her kiss was very domineering, the back of Xuanjing's head touched the door, a little confused, and her eyes quickly glistened.

She didn't say a word, just kissed him hard, and Xuan Jing also greedily asked for the sweetness in her mouth.

The two kissed from behind the door to the table, from the table to the bed, and finally both fell into the curtain.

In the plain curtain, Shu Ange was under the mysterious mirror above, their cheeks were blushing and panting, and there was infinite nostalgia in their eyes.

The hair crown on Shu Ange's head had already fallen, and the blue silk was scattered under her body. She stretched out her fingers and rubbed the rosy and swollen lips of Xuanjing, her eyes dark and unclear: "After I leave, you have to take care of yourself, never miss me, don't miss me. If you want to see through the red dust, don’t be tempted by others.”

As she spoke, thinking of Xuanjing's unwillingness to return to the secular world, she increased the strength in her hands, pinched his lips to the whites, and then let out a distressed relief, and sent Lilac's little tongue to comfort her.

In the past, Xuanjing did not ask about the world and had few desires, and could endure all kinds of temptations from Shu Ange, but now he is deeply immersed in the mud, and thinking of her about to go on a personal expedition, he has all kinds of nostalgia in his heart, and all turned into enthusiastic responses.