reborn wife

"You should understand what my father means, right?"

At that time, Jin Yihui was still thinking about the physical condition of his sweetheart, and he was stunned for a moment when he was suddenly asked about it, but after all he is also a person who handles big things, so he quickly returned to the topic.

"At first I was worried that you would be injured, and I almost really thought that my uncle would not allow me to be together, but later I was invited out of Wen's residence to think about it. But he is not such a reckless and impulsive person, he must have some kind of scheme to do it deliberately." The room was kept warm with charcoal fire, and the air was dry, so Jin Yihui turned his head and poured Wen Zhiru another glass of warm water and continued. "I see the current situation. Uncle means to use this matter to pretend to have a falling out with you and me. Let us temporarily stay away from this place of right and wrong, and let Prince Rui let down his guard against you and me."

Wen Zhiru nodded: "Yes! Now the enemy is in the dark and we are in the open. Apart from knowing King Rui's ambitions, we don't have any evidence to convict him. Besides, how many troops does he have? How many people have really surrendered to his camp, and whether the queen mother is determined to stand on his side, whether the palace has arranged for King Rui's cronies, all these need time to investigate clearly.

If a conflict arises rashly now, even my father and Lord Xian cannot guarantee the chances of winning.

And what happened last time in Taiyuan Mansion was already a shock. If King Rui failed to kill us once, he would definitely find another chance to do it again. Even if the emperor does not take any action against King Rui now, King Rui may not be at ease. Dad will take this step. Not only to fulfill you and me, but also to keep our sex...cough...fate...coughcoughcough..."

Enduring the pain, Wen Zhiru held his breath and said so many words, his face was flushed in the end, and he almost choked on his own saliva by accident.

Jin Yihui quickly supported him, and adjusted the position of the quilt and soft pillow on the bed again, "Don't talk about it if you feel uncomfortable, lie down obediently!"

"I..." There is no one else in the room now, and the person I love so much in front of me is worried. Even if Wen Zhiru really lived two lives, he is only a boy under 20 years old. Er'er couldn't pretend to be more strong and forbearing, frowned, and said in an extremely aggrieved tone, "Hui, I'm in so much pain..."

Hearing Wen Zhiru's words, Jin Yihui's expression became worse as expected, his brows almost knit together, "Does it hurt? Is... Did you touch the wound when you coughed just now?" He pulled away The thin quilt covering Wen Zhiru's back wanted to lift off his clothes to check his injuries, but Wen Zhiru grabbed his wrist with a blushing face.

Jin Yihui didn't dare to mess around, not because he was afraid that he would be shy or angry, but because he was afraid that if he broke away from Wen Zhiru's arm, if he got involved in the wound, it would hurt him even more, so he just softly coaxed: "It's about this time, you have to let me see it so you can rest assured." He thought for a while, and then said, "Or, I will let the cold wind deliver the golden sore medicine—"

Wen Zhiru, who originally wanted to act coquettishly, didn't expect the other party's reaction to be so strong, so he quickly shook his head, "Don't...it doesn't hurt that much actually. It's just—"

No matter how he opened his mouth, he just wanted to watch his beloved speak sweet words to coax him.

But Jin Yihui seemed to read something from Wen Zhiru's expression at the moment. He moved directly from the chair to the side of the bed, put his arms around Wen Zhiru's head and rested it on his lap, and gently stroked his cheek with his palm. Back, "I've talked so much, I should be tired by now, you should take a rest."

Even with such an ambiguous gesture, Wen Zhiru never thought of refusing. Instead, he rubbed his cheek against the slightly cool fabric, and the tip of his nose smelled the familiar smell of the sachet that belonged to Jin Yihun. A lot of peace of mind.

But he quickly thought of something again, and raised his head slightly to look at Jin Yihui: "It will be dawn in a while."

With such a posture from top to bottom, Jin Yihun could clearly see Wen Zhiru's trembling eyelashes and slightly raised lips when he was speaking, he could hardly help but want to hug her tightly in his arms He kissed Fangze fiercely, but considering the current situation, he could only lower his head and kissed Fangze on the forehead, "I know, I will return to the palace before dawn, and I won't be seen by your servants. Go to sleep~ "