I abducted a mistress to go home

"Jing Rong." Mu Huan woke up after being in a coma for a day and a night, staring at the gorgeous curtain above his head in a daze for a while, and then found Jing Rong propping his face on the side of the bed and falling asleep.She murmured the name, and clasped Jing Rong's hand on her arm.

I still can't let go.

This action woke up Jing Rong, she opened her eyes and looked at Mu Huan in a daze, not knowing what to say.

The flames of rage that had been overwhelming before suddenly disappeared, and Mu Huan sighed, "If you were given another chance to choose, would you still be like this?"

"I never regret falling in love with you." Jing Rong whispered, "I only wish to sleep with you."

"That's good." Mu Huan coughed, and suddenly smiled in relief, "Forget it, you can't change your temper after many years, and I don't ask for anything else, you go..."

A sudden severe cough interrupted her words, Jing Rong hurriedly grabbed her wrist, and sent some internal energy according to the meridians to make her feel better.

"I'm sorry." Mu Huan finally couldn't help but give in and show weakness. She closed her eyes and leaned on the soft cushion and said, "I said too much, I just didn't intervene in the Jing family..."

She let the Dali Temple conduct a thorough investigation and dug up this line, but no one in the Jing family would stand by her side except Jing Rong and Jingxuan.

"Before my father passed away, he also said to let go." Jing Rong put her hands on her face and said in a hoarse voice, "It's all up to you, you don't have to blame yourself. Are you doing well, why don't you take the antidote? You Didn't you say that you want Yuan'er to become the emperor of the ages? She is still so young, so you have the heart to keep the two of us?"

Mu Qiyuan is the heir selected by Mu Huan from the clan in the 12th year of Hongrui. The two have been with them for more than seven years and have taught them carefully. They are only 12 years old this year.

Mu Huan was silent for a while, panted for a while before touching her face, and reluctantly said what was a promise: "I won't die so easily."

"Come here." Mu Huan raised his voice and called out, "Wei Jiucheng, bring Yuan'er here."

"No." Wei Jiuzheng's slightly dull and respectful voice came from outside the hall.

It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. After a while, Wei Jiucheng brought the eldest princess Mu Qiyuan to the palace.

"Father." The little girl's eyes were red, but she tried her best to maintain a calm appearance, but there were still tears in her eyes.

"Yuan'er, come here." A smile appeared on Mu Huan's pale face, he glanced at Jing Rong and raised his hand to call her to his side, "How is Yuan'er recently?"

"Yuan'er is fine, how about you, Father?" Mu Qiyuan asked with tears in her eyes. Over the years, she has also been trained to have the ability to leap forward without changing color.It's just that the emperor who treats her like his own father is critically ill, and Mu Qiyuan, who is full of admiration, can't help being sad.

"Father is fine." Mu Huan touched her head and smiled gently, then glanced at Jing Rong's tightly pursed lips, sighed secretly and then asked softly: "Yuaner, Father Let me ask you, are you willing to take on the burden of this thousands of miles of country?"

"You will be in charge of the power of the world, but you will also be responsible for the people."

"Yuan'er is willing!" This was not the first time Mu Huan asked her such a question, but he was not as straightforward as this time.Mu Qiyuan vaguely noticed something, and his eyes became even redder.

"But, but father, Yuan'er wants to live under father's wings more. And mother." Mu Qiyuan said sobbing, and finally looked at Jingrong with her red eyes.

Her words were like a sledgehammer hitting Jing Rong's heart, she opened her mouth and almost lost her voice.With difficulty, a title came out of her mouth, and Jing Rong didn't know what she should say: "Ah Huan..."

Mu Huan held her hand to show comfort, and his eyes on Mu Qiyuan changed from gentle to serious, "Does Yuan'er know what you promised?"

"Yuan'er knows!" Mu Qiyuan knelt down beside the dragon bed, bowed down, and choked up, saying: "Yuan'er... Yuan'er will become your perfect heir."

"Okay." Mu Huan nodded, sighed slightly, then closed his eyes, his momentum suddenly became extremely fierce: "Wei Jiuzheng, draw up an order."

"promise."

"My emperor's son, Mu Qiyuan, is wise and sensitive, with a strong body and a spirit, who inherits the sage and cultivates virtue, teaches deep and profound, and has a talent for copper. He has made great achievements early, disdains young ambitions, is gentle and talented, and is full of charm and talent. Far away, Yuanying Xishe, actually sent to Weicheng, Yihejian is not a group, Mu Dongping is the happiest. Since then, he has left the Ming Dynasty and stopped Yao, shaking the palace, the land is respectable, the people and gods belong to each other, Shiji Lingdian, The badge of Zaihuan. Therefore, she is registered as the emperor's dowager, and after a hundred years, she will inherit my clothes and take the throne of the emperor."

Wei Jiuzheng kowtowed, with tears in his eyes, "No."

In the spring of the 19th year of Dayan Hongrui, the emperor died.

On the first seven days, Empress Jing Rong slayed herself in front of Emperor Zhao's spirit.

Until the end, Jing Rong suddenly seemed to see Mu Huan walking towards her, and finally heard the word forgive.

"Card."

Ming Hua quietly raised her head and blinked her eyes, and a few minutes later she was that irritable and indifferent director Ming Hua again, as if the sentimentality at that moment did not exist.

"Very well, pass."

Mu Jinxi stared at the woman whose back was facing her in the camera without blinking, and saw that her back, which was still straight even after death, slowly relaxed after being stiff for a moment.She glanced at the gorgeous coffin and slowly covered her chest.

"Master..." Xiao Wu's voice, which she hadn't seen for a long time, suddenly sounded in her mind, and there were many worried voices that woke her up from the daze.

After a while, Mu Jinxi adjusted his mood before standing up, showing his cheerful and gentle appearance in front of everyone.

"This is the last scene, I announce, it's over!" The trumpet carried Minghua's voice throughout the crew, and it also brought some relaxed joy.

Jing Rong walked over while wiping the blood on her neck with a towel, and asked beside her, "Director Ming, how did you feel about that scene just now?"

"Not bad." Minghua patted her on the shoulder appreciatively, "To be honest, it's really shocking that you, a newcomer, behaved like this in this drama. Have you signed a contract yet?"

"Why, Minghua, you want to rob someone from me?" Mu Jinxi interjected into her two words.

"You are enough, Mu Jinxi." Ming Hua rolled his eyes, "Gun Gun Gun, I won't fight you, oh, by the way, Jing Rong, do you have a chance to cooperate?"

"My honor." Jing Rong responded with a smile.

"You choose the location of the wrap-up banquet tonight, and I'll treat you." Mu Jinxi stretched her waist and sighed, "Ah, it's finally wrapped up. I didn't know how hard it is to be an actor before. It took me so long to finish my new book. "

""Linhuan"?" Minghua raised his eyebrows.

"That's right, it doesn't matter whether we will sell the movie or not, I will leave the rest to my sister, she will decide." Mu Jinxi responded with a smile, and did not forget to make Wen Qingyi troublesome.

"You can pack your things and get out. Remember to come to the finale banquet tonight. I'm still waiting for you to pay." Minghua was blocked by her, and he snapped back.

"Then let's go, bye~"

When he returned to the hotel, Mu Jinxi threw himself on the bed without taking off his clothes and buried him in the pillow. Although he wanted to be quiet, he could clearly feel the sight of Jing Rong on his body and the noisy guy in his mind. .

[Okay, you shut up, it's too loud. ]

[Master, you don’t love me anymore, you don’t miss me since I haven’t been in front of you for so long? ? ? ]

[Oh Nope. ]

[... Boom! ] Xiao Wu cried for a while and suddenly asked: [Master, do you have time to talk to me after the filming? Oh, by the way, I recently saw that your drama copying was uproarious on the Internet. ]

[What a ghost, the makeup photos haven't been released yet. ]

The makeup photo was taken a long time ago, but due to the principle of confidentiality, Yan Rong decided to release it before starting the publicity, that is to say, it will only be two days.

[Ah——street shooting again. ]

"Ah Huan." Xiao Wu's voice continued to quarrel, but Jing Rong's hesitant voice sounded in Mu Jinxi's ear.

Suddenly pressing his head hard with his arm, Mu Jinxi raised his head and stared fiercely at Jing Rong, and said, "I am Mu Jinxi, and Mu Huan is dead!"

Jing Rong froze for a moment.

"I mean what I say." Looking at her expression, Mu Jinxi couldn't help but soften her heart, and then gritted her teeth fiercely, "I'll give you a chance to start over."

Start again... Hearing these words, Jing Rong finally showed a relaxed smile.

"Who knew that you would come with me." Mu Jinxi blushed slightly, and buried herself in the pillow again, muttering softly, "I can't...I can't see you again..."

"I like you, Jinxi." Jing Rong thought for a while, leaned over and whispered something near her, and then watched her ears turn red with a brush.

Jing Rong smiled silently, touched her ear, and said: "I am very grateful that I can see you again, you clearly promised that I would not let go easily."

"Hmph." Mu Jinxi rolled to the side, avoiding Jing Rong's clutches.

Jing Rong stood up and shook her head with a chuckle. It was only when the corners of her mouth moved again that she realized that she hadn't removed her makeup yet.

"Jin'er, where is your cleansing oil?" Jing Rong asked with the idea of ​​doing it by himself.

"You want to remove your makeup yourself???" Mu Jinxi poked his head out and looked at her in shock, "Stop, stop, I'm coming! Don't take off your face!"

"Oh." Jing Rong sat in front of the makeup mirror and obediently did not move.

Although Mu Jinxi looked quite reluctant, she still got up in a hurry.If you don't climb, why don't you wait for her daughter-in-law to mess up her stunning face and make her look ugly!

Hmm... To be honest, Jing Rong knows how to make up and remove makeup, but the feeling of being nervous and caring... Ah, she still can't.

A few hours had passed by the time the two of them had packed up, and after packing up, they were waiting for the next morning... oh no, they went home.

At around six o'clock, Mu Jinxi received a text message from Minghua asking them to go to the Yanyuan Hotel before eight o'clock, which was owned by Yanrong.

They passed by by phone. When they checked Weibo on the way, Mu Jinxi saw the glamorous photo of her daughter-in-law.At the same time, when the official Weibo officially released a series of photos, the popularity... also rose at the same time.

The author has something to say: the abuse of emm is over, and the rest should be sweet... [Probably] Oh, you can ignore those two words.

The part about being named the crown prince refers to the content of Yongzheng being named the crown prince.

And the last one, ah, I finally remembered, I have a group, want...to join?Hey, think about it, you better not come, I feel like you will be beaten to death.

Group number: 600952808. emm is called Feiliu straight down three thousand feet, what a literary name, right?