Marrying a Pharmacist: Duke, I May Poison You

Zhao Nanchen fixed his eyes and said, "Father, you should go back to rest earlier. You need to sleep more when you are old, don't you? You said that your son is worrying about you. Don't you let your son worry about it? "

When bidding farewell, the words were soft and gentle: "Daddy, Yean."

The Old City Lord watched the door close in front of his eyes, and watched his son's figure disappear with the blown out light, melting into the darkness.

With a wry smile, I recalled Zhao Nanchen's words just now, "Besides, even when the son was young, you never accompanied him, dad. After all, we are all men, right!"

——We are all men, so we don't want adults to sleep with us. Nan Chen sleeps obediently. Daddy still has some official duties to deal with. Come, see the nanny come over to find you.Follow the nanny back well, you know?

"It turns out that you remembered such an inadvertent sentence, good boy, I remember it until now." The old town master smiled and shook his head slightly, looked up at the obviously bleak moon, and said to himself He said: "Lady, look at your child, you still remember my hatred, what a bad boy." For a while, the old city lord couldn't say whether he was bitter or gratified. He could only look at Zhao Nanchen firmly. In the direction of the bedroom, a gentle and paternal love said: "Good dream, my dear son."

The lantern was lightly lifted, and the fire blazed for a while, accompanied by the old man's slow pace of returning home, opening to an unknown number.Fixed but unclear location.

Zhao Nanchen stared at his bednet, as if he had forgotten all kinds of sensationalism between Cai and his father.Counting the time eagerly, it has been a while since his old man left.

However, since that so-called King Rong and the beautiful little lady live in the same room... King Rong looks like he is still quite uncomfortable, which makes the only eldest son of the city lord, who has been going smoothly since childhood, is somewhat distressed.

However, Zhao Nanchen is only a little bit distressed. After all, it’s a good thing to say that “being a ghost under the peony flower is also romantic” when it comes to raw rice and cooked rice. Besides, he has a city lord father, what counts as a king of honor. For what, let’s not talk about Huluo Pingyang being bullied by dogs, but that the strong dragon can’t beat the local snake, Zhao Nanchen, the only eldest son of the city lord, is not afraid of him at all!

What Zhao Nanchen was really upset about was how could he eat Concubine Rong without disturbing that Prince Rong.

This is really a long-term plan.

But as time went on, Zhao Nanchen became more and more impatient for Mu Xunyi.

Fuck a long-term plan.Lao Tzu's father is the lord of the city, so what does Lao Tzu care about.Zhao Nanchen spit on himself, then kicked his quilt and stood up.

The light in his eyes was reflected by the mirror, making him look like a wolf, hungry and thirst.

Mu Xunyi turned to look at the side face of Jing Rongfeng who was asleep, and the light outside the window was outlined on Jing Rongfeng's angular face, a bit gentle.

No wonder people always say that a quiet face is the best.

Mu Xunyi watched, and couldn't help reaching out to see if the edges and corners of that face were really softened.

The stretched out Jian Yi glowed like a jade under the moonlight, but suddenly he paused in the eyes that appeared suddenly.

Jing Rongfeng turned his face to look at Mu Xunyi.

Originally, Mo Nong's eyes were like obsidian eyes, and she couldn't see clearly in the black. Mu Xunyi didn't know how Jing Rongfeng looked at her, she only knew that her face must be red.

The action of my hand trying to get close to the person's face is so obvious that I can't even explain it.

Mu Xunyi tugged the corners of her mouth with difficulty, showed a smile, and said, "So the prince hasn't slept yet?"

Jing Rongfeng still looked at her. Mu Xunyi didn’t know whether Jing Rongfeng’s expression had changed because of the light on her back. He could only hear his nice voice and said: "If you sleep, wouldn’t it be that Princess Rong Take advantage?"

Speaking, his eyes slowly looked at Mu Xunyi's hand that was too late to withdraw.

Even if Mu Xunyi couldn't see Jing Rongfeng's expression clearly, she knew that Jing Rongfeng's eyes must be joking.

Mu Xunyi wanted to refute it unwillingly, but found that she couldn't say anything. After all, she was in the wrong.

Jing Rongfeng really looked at Mu Xunyi's expression full of rouge and red cheeks by the moonlight outside the window.

The color is not charming, people are fascinated by themselves.

Jing Rongfeng shifted his gaze, but afterwards glanced at Mu Xunyi's hand, and whispered, "Isn't it cold?"

Mu Xunyi didn't react, she uttered "Ah" and looked at Jing Rongfeng's expression in confusion, but she couldn't really understand what Jing Rongfeng said next.

However, Jing Rongfeng just meant to make a joke: "But do you need this king to put your hand in the cup safely for the princess?"

Mu Xunyi frowned, and finally moved his hand that was originally outside the quilt, the hands that were originally intended to touch Jing Rongfeng, and moved closer to Jing Rongfeng.

Jing Rongfeng fixed his eyes on Mu Xunyi's approach to him, and did not speak, but when Mu Xunyi moved a little closer, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Mu Xunyi's hand.

Mu Xunyi was taken aback, tilted her head, and looked at Jing Rongfeng suspiciously. She couldn't help being very annoyed by the current moonlight, and completely exposed herself to Jing Rongfeng, but she could not see what Jing Rongfeng was. What kind of look.

"What's the matter?" Mu Xunyi felt the hands wrapped around her, the warmth and the coldness of her.

His hands that hold swords all the year round hold the pink and tender Yan Yi, because in the cold air, it also looks very icy.

Jing Rongfeng thought of such a word in his heart, and then raised his head to look at Mu Xunyi. Mu Xunyi still stared at him suspiciously with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Beauty is misleading, of course not deceiving.

With a move, Jing Rongfeng drew that hand closer to his arms.

Mu Xunyi was caught off guard by his sudden strength, and he staggered past the 38th line he had just divided the two of them.

Mu Xunyi whispered "Ah", accompanied by Jing Rongfeng's breathing sound obviously aggravated.

Mu Xunyi couldn't see clearly the situation of the person on the other side and knew that the situation was wrong now. The hand held by Jing Rongfeng struggled, and then stretched out another hand to push Jing Rongfeng through the heavy quilt. , "Jing Rongfeng, let go."

Jing Rongfeng regained his senses with the soft skin on her hands, and she fixed her eyes on Mu Xunyi's obviously frightened expression, like a frightened pet.