little son-in-law

Mo Nanjin got up and served Nangong Jingshen another bowl of porridge. The fire in the stove had not been extinguished, and when the lid was opened, the porridge was still steaming.

The porridge was placed in front of Nangong Jingshen, and Mo Nanjin said: "Eat less sweet potatoes and corn. Although the freshly cooked ones taste good, if you eat too much at night, you will feel uncomfortable. Drink more porridge to keep your body warm."

"Okay." Nangong Jingshen agreed readily, and put down the half piece of sweet potato that had been broken open in his hand.

Mo Nanjin frowned slightly, thinking, Nangong Jingshen, why is it so strange tonight?

The two of them chatted one after another, and the atmosphere seemed peaceful and harmonious.

The night gradually deepened, but the rain became heavier and heavier.

Mo Nanjin was a little worried that if the rain continued like this, it would not be a problem of the car not being able to enter the field. He was afraid that the corn stalks would be washed down and it would be troublesome to put them away. He opened the window and looked out. It was pitch black. The whole world is shrouded in this rain curtain.

A gust of cool wind came in, and Mo Nanzhen pulled the clothes on her body, but felt that the oil lamp behind her was off.

"Blown out by the wind?" Mo Nanjin asked, just as he was about to turn around, he bumped into Nangong Jingshen's solid chest.

"You're standing here...uh..." Before Mo Nanjin could finish her sentence, her jaw was firmly clenched, her lips and tongue intertwined.

Being tightly bound in Nangong Jing's arms, Mo Nanjin struggled twice, trying to widen the distance between the two, but Nangong Jing held the back of her neck deeply, and kissed him even more deeply, without giving him the slightest hint. chance to leave.

Before Mo Nanjin could react, she was so robbed that she couldn't breathe.The outer shirt that was originally on his body has slipped to the ground.

At this time, Nangong Jingshen's other hand nimbly untied the rope of her underwear, and her hot hand rubbed against Mo Nanjin's naked waist.

Mo Nanjin struggled in vain, but was held firmly in Nangong Jingshen's arms again.

Nangong Jing held the earlobe close at hand, biting her teeth slowly,

"Nangong Jingshen..." Mo Nanjin's body trembled uncontrollably, burning hot, numb, and powerless all came together.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin..." Nangong Jing whispered softly in his ear, but when he listened carefully, there was a bit of depression that was hard to erase in his hoarse voice.

"Let go, let go..." Mo Nanjin patted his back.

"Don't let it go, never let it go." Nangong Jingshen raised her head slightly, and said something solemn, her inner shirt slipped off her shoulders, before Mo Nanjin could feel the coolness of the rain, she was pressed against the wall by Nangong Jingshen, His fingers slid all the way along the waistline and came to the restricted area behind.

Nan Nanjin bit her lips tightly and opened her eyes suddenly.

The arrow is on the string, ready to go.

With a "squeak", the kitchen door was pushed open from the outside.

"Okay, I'll just come here by myself, just get some hot water, why do you have to come with me." Xiao Mo's muttering voice came from the door.

Mo Nanjin froze, subconsciously holding her breath.

Nangong Jingshen didn't notice it, her hands didn't stop moving, and her soft lips dropped kisses on Mo Nanjin's shoulder...

"Okay, I'm up, I'm here, I'm here, you still talk so much, hurry up and go back, the rain is really cold tonight." Ming Ting's voice came from behind.

"Okay, I won't talk anymore, it's too dark, I'll go and light the oil lamp." Mo Nanjin heard the movement, Xiao Mo went to the stove.

"Brother Ming, why are there sparks in this stove? It's strange, who came here to cook in the middle of the night?" Xiao Mo groped on the stove twice and said, "I found it, the flint and steel is here .”

The abnormal movement in his body made Mo Nanjin gasp inwardly, and raised his hand to cover his mouth tightly.

"Perhaps those little fellows were hungry at night, and the young master or madam came to get it." Ming Ting replied.

"That's true." Apparently, this kind of thing didn't happen once or twice. In the past, the two young masters often woke up at night and complained that they were hungry, and the young master had to follow suit and cook food for them in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

The flint and steel in Xiao Mo's hand knocked against each other. Accompanied by the crisp sound, Nangong Jingshen's lips moved down gradually. Mo Nanjin felt warm and slippery on his chest.

When the flames flashed, Mo Nanjin only had time to close his eyes.

Then Xiao Mo shouted: "Brother Ming, I finally lit it, why did you blow it out?"

"Oh, I see where the hot water is." Ming Ting replied calmly.

"Your eyes are easy to use, and you can see it in such an instant." He just lit it, and he didn't have time to raise his eyes yet.

"Stand here and don't move, there are a lot of things in the kitchen, don't touch them." Mingming ordered, and walked towards the window where Nangong Jingshen and the two were sitting.

It seemed to stop beside the two of them for a while, and then went straight to the small charcoal stove that was still warming with hot water.

In the darkness, I heard Ming Ting took a teapot from the side, poured out hot water, added cold water to the kettle, and added a piece of charcoal to the stove.

"Alright, let's go." Ming Ting held Xiao Mo's hand in the dark.

"Oh." Xiao Mo agreed, obediently followed behind and went out, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

Mo Nanjin just breathed a sigh of relief.

Then I heard Xiao Mo say again: "By the way, Brother Ming, is the window in the kitchen not closed properly? I just felt the wind coming in from the window, or I'll go back and close the window. It's raining heavily tonight. Don't go in in the rain."

"It's closed, I passed over there, it's definitely closed." Ming Ting said with a hint of a smile in his voice.

"Really? It's strange, I clearly felt the wind over there just now."

……

The voices of the two gradually faded away.

"Get up..." Mo Nanjin pushed away Nangong Jingshen, who was still leaning on him and couldn't get up. He was sure that Ming Ting must have known about it. With Ming Ting's hearing ability, he should know that there was someone in the kitchen before he entered the kitchen.

Then again, with Nangong Jingshen's kung fu, he should have known who was coming before the two of them entered the door, but he still intensified.

But this time it was easily pushed away.

Nangong Jingshen's expression could not be seen in the dark, but Mo Nanjin knew that something was wrong with Nangong Jingshen tonight.

"What happened to you tonight? What happened to you when you went out today?" When he came back, his expression was wrong, his clothes were soaked, and he was still standing outside the door. If he hadn't got out of bed to close the door, he didn't know that he was going to How long do you stand outside.

"Xiaojin, give it to me tonight." Nangong Jingshen remained silent for a long while, Mo Nanjin thought he was planning something, but he didn't expect it to be this when he opened his mouth.

Even though he knew he couldn't see, Mo Nanjin still felt the heat on his face.

Mo Nanjin folded her underwear.

"No." Mo Nanjin flatly refused.Nangong Jingshen, there are still too many entangled issues between us, I don't want to add another one at this time.

"But, six years ago, you said that as long as I want it, you will give it to me." He remembered every word Xiao Jin said, and for the past six years, he relied on this short memory to survive Yes, in the short few months that the two were together, although there were too many calculations, it was not very sweet and warm, but at least it was the only time that the two of them cuddled together.

"You also said that it was six years ago, and there are too many things that can be changed in six years." Why doesn't he remember those words, but so what, the problems between the two still exist, and it won't be because of remembering Just the slightest change.

"Too many changes? What do you mean? Is it when I went to northern Xinjiang six years ago?" After he returned to Beijing, he first heard the news of Rong Jin's death, which already broke his heart, and then the relationship between him and the emperor's uncle various rumors.

He didn't believe it at all, but Xiao Jin was no longer there at that time, so he didn't have the heart to track down the truth of the rumor.

But he knew, how could Rong Jin's self-esteem tolerate him being in such a situation, and how could he fall into the embrace of the emperor's uncle in a short period of time with his indifferent temperament.

As far as Uncle Huang is concerned, he has deep affection for Prince Rong, so how can he change it easily? If he can change it, how can he suffer for half his life and cannot be relieved? the point.

His father died when he was seven years old. Although his father loved him, he grew up beside his uncle for many years, was raised by him, listened to his teachings, and even sent himself to this place with his own hands. The throne, in his heart, he respects and admires Uncle Huang as his father.

At that time, the emperor's uncle once told him in private that if he died before Rong Xi, let Nangong Jingshen dig his grave after Rong Xi's death, and bury Rong Xi's remains in his In the mausoleum, how could such intense feelings be suddenly annihilated?

However, it is such deep feelings that allowed Uncle Huang to live a peaceful life in the six years after Rong Xi's death. He didn't expect Uncle Huang to be in pain, but if the reason was because of Rong Jin, it was because of his deep love. The one you love, let him be so embarrassing.

These two people are the two people closest to him in this world.

Today he received a message from the secret guard that the emperor's uncle had come to Zhaoyang. He originally thought that the relationship between the emperor's uncle and the emperor's grandmother had always been harmonious, and he might have come to visit after hearing that the emperor's grandmother was seriously ill.

Indeed, it was indeed to see the imperial grandmother.

But another reason for coming was to see Rong Jin.

Six years of filial piety is about to pass, so has Uncle Huang come?

Is the relationship between the two really like what the queen mother said?

He didn't believe a word of it.

But what is the relationship between them, making a cold person like Uncle Huang think about it for six years?

When it comes to the unconcealable care in Rong Jin's brows, and the soft pampering that comes out inadvertently in his tone.

He had never seen the emperor's uncle with such an expression. Even inside and outside the court, it is well known that the emperor's uncle loves the eldest princess Nangong Qingyun, but Nangong Jingshen feels that kind of love is too superficial, and only continuous rewards can show it. An emperor's paternal love.

For him, Uncle Huang tends to be a strict father.

But when it comes to Rong Jin, what is that gentle and loving gaze?

"What do you mean?" Pulling out what happened in the past six years, what exactly does Nangong Jingshen want to do?

"You finally heard some rumors, and today you are here to ask the teacher." Nangong Jingshen, I haven't asked you about what happened six years ago, but you asked me first.

Mo Nanjin narrowed her eyes and looked at him.

"I don't believe you, I just want to know what happened after I left?" Nangong Jing said while holding his shoulder deeply.

"If I say nothing, I have a clean relationship with the Supreme Emperor, do you believe it?" Mo Nanjin asked.

"As long as you say it, I will believe it." Xiaojin, as long as you say it, I will believe it.

"I don't have the relationship with him as in the rumors." It's just that you accept another relationship, Nangong Jingshen?

"I will never ask this question again." Nangong Jingshen picked up the coat she picked up on the ground, bounced it twice, put it on him, and said softly: "It's late at night, go back to your room."

Mo Nanjin turned around and closed the window again.

"Hey, what are you going to do again? Let me down, Nangong Jingshen..." Mo Nanjin intuitively felt that the scenery in front of him changed, and his feet were already in the air, and Nangong Jingshen hugged him horizontally.Mo Nanjin had no choice but to wrap his arms around his neck.

"Shh... stop making noise, you still want to attract people to watch?" Nangong Jingshen was very satisfied with his self-consciousness, and gave a faint laugh.

"You still dare to say it." If he didn't mention this matter, he would still be angry. If Xiao Mo had really lit the oil lamp just now, he would still be half naked in Nangong Jingshen's arms.How would he face Xiao Mo and Ming Ting in the future? If so, he would have the heart to kill Nangong Jingshen.

"I think that Ming Ting did it on purpose." Nangong Jingshen saw that the momentum was not good, and quickly changed the subject.

"Is he taking revenge on me?" Mo Nanjin thought more and more about this possibility.

"What did you do today that provoked people's revenge?"Nangong Jingshen only dared to think secretly in her heart.

Mo Nanjin told him everything about how she played tricks on Xiao Mo today and how she asked Ming Ting during dinner.

"Oh, so that's the case." Nangong Jing responded in a deep voice, thinking in her heart that if you played tricks on him like this, it would be no wonder he didn't take the opportunity to find it.

"By the way, do you know what a special day the day after tomorrow is?" Uncle Huang said that when he came to Nanshan Town the day after tomorrow, would it be a special day?From that tone of voice it seemed that the day was quite important.

"The day after tomorrow? Today is the sixth day, tomorrow is the seventh day, and the day after tomorrow is the eighth day. The autumnal equinox has just passed and the cold dew has not yet arrived. What kind of special day can it be?"

Is he thinking too much?Or does Xiao Jin not know?Nangong Jing frowned deeply.

"Speaking of which, it's a special day for me. The day after tomorrow is my birthday." Mo Nanjin's expression moved, and he said casually.

"what?"