Chapter 181: Xuanjing Fanwai: You are born, or I am born
The late sun is beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant. Ziyan held the mud and dared to break ground on Tai Sui's head, and placed the nest on the beam of Yuxiu Palace.
Shu Ange listened to Ziyan's murmur, leaned on the beauty's couch, and frowned and fiddled with the longan in his hand.
Ever since Qingluo State's civil and military officials united and launched the great cause of marriage promotion, Shu Ange began to fall into dire straits.
Xuanjing was cold and clean, and when those palace servants saw him, they could only wish to offer it carefully, who would be willing to give birth with a shy face.
If you can't urge the royal husband, you can only urge your majesty, who made their majesty wise and loving the people like a son, and never punish the people for no reason.
The spring day was noisy and warm, and Shu Ange was strong and strong, wearing only a thin spring shirt, leaning on the beauty's couch without wearing any makeup.
She was playing with the longan in her hand, when the sound of footsteps suddenly came, Shu Ange raised her head, Xuanjing, wearing a moon-white big-sleeved shirt, walked towards her with flowing steps.
Nearly two years after the wedding, Xuanjing's long hair like a waterfall was pulled up with a hosta, and her eyebrows were picturesque and immortal.
Shu Ange looked at his royal husband, and when he missed the longan, it fell to the ground and just rolled to the foot of Xuanjing. He lowered his eyes and glanced, but his steps did not stop.
"Hands are a little cold, why don't you wear more."
Xuan Jing held Shu Ange's hand and frowned slightly.
She smiled and put her other hand into the lapel of the black mirror, blinked her long eyelashes and said, "This one is also cold."
With his cold hands on his hot chest, Shu Ange deliberately twisted his tender skin and pinched it.
Xuanjing had long been accustomed to Shu Ange's indecentness, so she grabbed her two small hands, put them in her arms, and restrained her open neckline.
Shu Ange pulled him onto the beauty's couch, rolled over and pressed it on his chest, pulling his hair while saying, "The imperial family has spawned again, and the medicines from the Imperial Physician's Office are ready and delivered."
There was resentment in her eyes, and she pressed her fingers hard, knocking Xuan Jing's hairpin off.
The two were close to each other, and the delicate and warm fragrance lingered between Xuanjing's nose, which made him feel a little confused. Since the big marriage, he was able to restrain himself at first, but later, he became more and more difficult to resist the temptation.
Aware of the strangeness of his descendants, Shu Ange smiled, loosened Xuan Jing's hair, and deliberately moved his body away.
However, Xuan Jing got up from the couch, let the flowing black hair fall down, bent over to pick up Shu Ange, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "It's time for a lunch break."
Shu Ange stretched out his arms around Xuan Jing's neck, put his pillow in his arms, raised his eyebrows and said in a heroic manner, "The royal husband is below and I am above, and the hibiscus tent is warm for sleeping mandarin ducks."
The bead curtain moves, the sandalwood is strong, and the flowers lie on the celadon vase.
When he was about to reach the edge of the bed, Shu Ange let go of Xuan Jing's hands and feet and just fell to the ground, stretched out his hand and pushed him into the tent.
Xuanjing didn't notice for a while, and fell into the tent on his back, and immediately the soft fragrance and warm jade were in his arms, and the important part was pressed and the back was hit by a hard object, so he couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
Shu Ange buried his face in his neck, and exhaled like a lantern: "Red dates, peanuts, longan, and lotus seeds, if they don't grow again, I'm afraid I will sleep with these pillows every day in the future."
When it comes to giving birth, Shu Ange can clearly feel Xuanjing's body becoming stiff. She sighed softly and said, "If you really don't want to, we won't want children, and pick a few smart ones from the clan to raise them."
Xuan Jing didn't speak, turned over and pressed Shu Ange under him, mist filled his eyes.
This time, when Shu Ange pressed on the lotus seeds and peanuts, he couldn't help frowning. After Xuanjing took her into his arms, he opened the bed and pulled it out, and the peanut lotus seeds rolled on the ground.
"Mochizuki, I think..."
As Xuanjing spoke, he put his hand into Shu Ange's collar, and the ending sound was lingering.
Shu Ange stretched out his hand to stop Xuanjing, and said with a serious face, "I am the Mingjun of the world, and I must not declare Yin in the light of day."
The two went through ups and downs to exchange for a full moon and a full moon. When they were always affectionate and never left out, Shu Ange's rare refusal made Xuanjing stop his movements.
Seeing that he was really obedient and stopped, Shu Ange opened his mouth to leave a line of teeth marks on his shoulder, raised his chin in an air and said, "Stay, stay monk!"
She winked like silk, her face was like a peach blossom, and she pretended to be charming, which made Xuanjing feel numb all over her body, and she just wanted to be in a red wave with her, regardless of the morning and evening.
The eyes of the two were lingering, and they hugged each other and fell on top of the jin quilt. They just wanted to rub each other into their bones.
Shu Ange domineeringly tore off the knot of Xuanjing's robe, took off his shirt and threw it to the ground, and went to untie his inner shirt.
Xuanjing was confused and fascinated, and ran straight to the scenery in front of Shu Ange's chest. When they were about to meet each other, Xuan Jing suddenly stopped the movement of his hands, and whispered softly, "I'm going to drink medicine."
After he finished speaking, he went to pick up the medicine bowl on the table with bare upper body and bare feet.
Shu Ange's earlobe was hot in his heart, thinking that Xuanjing was originally an outsider, but was dragged into the world by her messing about, and now she is even willing to bear children for her.
How could she live up to such affection.
Xuanjing reached out and picked up the medicine bowl. He just drank half of it, but the medicine bowl was snatched away by a pair of slender hands. He raised his eyes and bumped into Shu Ange's smiling eyes.
"I only wish that your heart is like mine."
"Your Majesty, you can't—"
Before he could speak, he heard a crisp sound, the medicine bowl shattered into several pieces, and the man kissed him involuntarily.