forced to fall in love

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Lingxi raised her hand to remove the hand stove in her palm, and immediately put on a new and warmer hand stove.

The alternation of hot and cold fingers suddenly appeared before Lingxi's eyes. That night, she was leaning against the soft bed with her back, and Zhao Qingsui leaned over her in front of her, and her fingertips touched her lips gently , cool touch.

Her eyes fell on the newly replaced hand stove in her hand, and her fingertips rested lightly on it, seemingly gliding along the outline of the hand stove. With just one glance, the consonance seemed to feel the burning, the prairie fire caused by the sparks The fire, coming with the wind, immediately surrounded her.

The sparks are flying and the fire is swaying. When it catches the eyes, it looks like a heat source in the boundless night, making people want to get closer to it, closer.

"Okay." Lingxi responded in a low voice.

Seeing her appearance, Zhao Qingsui laughed, his palm covered the back of her hand, the warmth slid over her meridians, and then stopped on her fingers wrapped in muslin, "Let me see."

Layer by layer, the muslin with the medicine was removed, revealing the inner wound under the candlelight, with a layer of dark red scab on the white background.

Warm fingertips pressed against the surroundings and stroked gently, bringing a slight itchiness, Zhao Qingsui took some ointment from the case to change Lingxi's dressing.

As soon as the milky white ointment was applied, a bitter medicinal fragrance oozes out.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's scabbed over."

The muslin was wound up again, and the ointment soaked into the muslin and stuck to it.

Lingxi didn't care about the wound on her hand that was scratched by the tiles, or she had forgotten it, and it was the second day when Zhao Qingsui came over and touched it by accident.

The moment she noticed the strangeness, Zhao Qingsui frowned, and then ordered Su Rui to call the imperial physician. Lingxi originally wanted to stop her, as long as she was given medicine for this kind of small wound, she could bandage it by herself, but Zhao Qingsui grinned. The silent expression on his lips forced Lingxi to swallow the words abruptly.

"Actually, it's just a small wound, it's fine."

When the imperial doctor left, Lingxi looked at the bloated fingers wrapped in three layers inside and outside and said softly.

But immediately Zhao Qingsui's frowning eyes swept towards her, and Lingxi closed his mouth again.

"You are so careful, how can you be scratched by broken tiles?"

When Zhao Qingsui asked her, the consonance flashed back to that night when she squatted by the window and heard the scene of the "dead man".

Lingxi could understand why it was cut by the fragments, but even she couldn't explain why at that time, the pain from this small wound was connected to the heart, and there seemed to be pain from thousands of knives swung down.

Looking at the wrapped hand, Lingxi turned his head to look at her, and the moment his eyes touched her, something seemed to emerge from his heart.

Lingxi looked at Zhao Qingsui and smiled, the sun passed through the window, and the reflected light spots covered Lingxi's side face, emitting a circle of halo, which was blurry, but Zhao Qingsui could see it clearly.

Then Zhao Qingsui heard her sigh: "Because of you."

Zhao Qingsui fastened the fine cloth, inserted his fingers into Lingxi's, and slightly exerted force on her, "You're still squatting there, aren't your legs sore?"

"forgotten."

Lingxi got up, followed Zhao Qingsui's hand, sat beside her, and helped her wrap the cloak behind her shoulders with the other hand.

"Your Highness, I still don't think you should come here with me."

"why."

Zhao Qingsui tilted his head slightly to look at her, still surrounded by the cloak behind him.

"The temperature here is lower than in the mansion, and because the tents are set up outside, the conditions are not as good as in the mansion..."

But Zhao Qingsui suddenly clenched her hand, his thumb lightly scratched her knuckles, interrupting Lingxi's words, "You are here."

Lingxi opened his mouth halfway, then closed it again for a moment, and the hand behind him wrapped the cloak even tighter.

Sensing her hand, Zhao Qingsui leaned back slightly, with a little relief, Lingxi was afraid that she would lean down, so he didn't dare to withdraw his hand and hugged her.

The person in his arms took advantage of the situation to find a comfortable posture, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Lingxi sniffed the light fragrance, and when he was surrounded by flames, he felt a little relieved because he could touch it.

"How was the hunt today?"

Lingxi just looked down at her, heard the sound, thought for a while before telling her about meeting the prime minister while hunting, and even recounted the conversation one by one.

The warm words, mixed with the soft sounds of branches and leaves outside the tent, sang for her like an accompaniment.

"... But I can only see that his expression is normal, as if he doesn't know about it, but I'm not sure about his heart."

After finishing speaking, Lingxi expressed her own thoughts seriously, but hesitated, "Should I try another way?"

Zhao Qingsui listened quietly, put one hand on the stove, and rubbed the back of Lingxi's hand with the other, and waited for her to finish before laughing: "It's good to be here, you've done a good job."

"Before you came back, a shadow guard reported that after we hunted out of the city, someone saw the man with the white fan in the prime minister's courtyard."

"Whether Prime Minister Li knows about this, and whether he's playing tricks or not, we can't get away from him."

Zhao Qingsui paused and said: "If he knows about this, he will act as a deterrent to me first. If he doesn't know, then I will let him know personally."

"What is your Highness going to do?"

Consonance asked, but before getting a reply, Su Rui's voice suddenly came from outside the tent.

"Your Highness, the prime minister is back."

When Zhao Qingsui raised her head, she could just see the remaining traces on Lingxi's fair neck, and the next second she leaned her fingers, she could clearly feel Lingxi's slightly stiff body.

"Let's go, accompany me to see the prime minister."

Zhao Qingsui left with the touch of a touch, his eyes brightened.

Lingxi followed Zhao Qingsui into the tent, Zhao Qingsui pushed the people back and sat on the main seat.

"Your Highness is here, but I'm not far away to welcome you. Your Highness, please forgive me." Prime Minister Li stood below and saluted Zhao Qingsui.

"The prime minister is free of courtesy. I am here today to discuss important matters with the prime minister."

Zhao Qingsui lightly tapped the lid of the teacup, his slightly lowered eyelids covered it, so he couldn't hear or see her emotions.

"I don't dare to discuss it, please make it clear, Your Highness."

"A few days ago, when Xiu Mu and the son-in-law accompanied me to inspect the canal, they were assassinated outside at night."

Zhao Qingsui looked up at him with an indifferent expression, as if what she said were just ordinary words, but the ending was clearly full of coldness.

"Assassination?! How, how! Who is so bold to assassinate His Highness outside the capital!"

"Your Highness, calm down, this matter is no small matter, I will order Jing Zhaoyin..." He cupped his hands and bowed, bowing his head and said.

"No need."

A cold voice from ahead interrupted him abruptly.

"I have ordered Dali Temple to investigate, but..."

Zhao Qingsui paused for a few breaths as he spoke, then pushed away the lid and took a sip of hot tea.

This abrupt pause made the people standing below seem like ships drifting on the sea, unable to tell when the storm would suddenly hit.

Lingxi glanced at the prime minister below, and then looked sideways at Zhao Qingsui. She seemed to have noticed Lingxi's gaze, and slightly curved her lips to comfort Lingxi.

Like a warm wind blowing, melting away the biting cold.

There was a "stab" sound in my heart, and tender shoots sprouted on the branches that broke through the ground.

"Please make it clear, Your Highness."

"However, during the investigation of Dali Temple, we saw that person enter the prime minister's residence."

Zhao Qingsui placed the teacup on the table, and there was a crisp sound. The next moment, the prime minister knelt down and shouted: "Please be careful, Your Highness! It is absolutely impossible for me to do such a rebellious thing!"

Zhao Qingsui leaned forward, "Of course I believe that the prime minister will not do such a foolish thing, but since that person can enter the prime minister's residence, the prime minister must give me an explanation for this."

"Su Rui."

Zhao Qingsui yelled suddenly, Su Rui bowed her head and entered from outside the tent, and put the portrait in her hands forward.

Zhao Qingsui raised his jaw slightly, Su Rui bent over and handed the portrait in his hand to the Prime Minister, and then withdrew.

"The prime minister has a look, you know him."

The moment he saw the portrait clearly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the hand holding the portrait shook slightly, "This, this!"

After a few seconds, he bent down and kowtowed again, "Your Highness, this person is indeed an aide in the minister's mansion, but I really don't know about it, and I will never do such a thing with him to destroy the nine clans!"

"Staff," Zhao Qingsui sneered suddenly, "what a staff!"

"Your Highness, please calm down. The guilty minister is ignorant of people and is breeding tigers. Please punish him. But please give the guilty minister a chance to make up for his mistakes. The criminal will definitely live up to His Highness's expectations!"

Zhao Qingsui leaned back on the back of the chair, as if his anger had not subsided, he tapped his fingertips on the table, repeatedly.

"Since the prime minister said so, I will give the prime minister a chance. As long as the prime minister cooperates with Dali Temple and can catch this person, I can deal with it lightly."

"The guilty minister thanked His Highness for agreeing."

Zhao Qingsui narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he got up and passed by his side, he stopped suddenly, looked down at the kneeling person on the ground, and said coldly: "When the prime minister is recruiting his staff, he doesn't check his background or ask where he came from. , I only look at talent and learning, then I have a question in the palace, is the staff that the prime minister has received in the mansion loyal to your prime minister, or the holy one, or who else?"

"Your Highness..."

After the end sound fell, Zhao Qingsui didn't care what the people kneeling at her feet were still saying, she lifted her feet and left the tent, and after opening the curtains that shielded from the wind, the wind engulfing the chill of the night suddenly rushed over, blowing her only The heat also eats up.

It was clearly only for a short time, but without the hand stove, the temperature in the palm kept getting lower and lower, and now it was more like crushed ice that had just been fished out of an ice cave.

Zhao Qingsui frowned tightly, the exhaustion hidden deep in her heart suddenly rushed up from the bottom of her heart, and finally she stood on the city wall and looked back, a scene of ruins, and the soldiers following her They were shouting and cheering, celebrating their victory, but the blood stains on their faces, the blood on their armor, the eyes blinded by arrows, the hands and feet cut off by weapons, and even the corpses covered in white cloth placed side by side at the gate of the city, Everyone is mocking her.

Only stability can let the people breathe, and it is possible for them to live the life they want. The victory of quelling the rebellion did not bring her joy, but became another responsibility on her shoulders. She shouldered these responsibilities and went forward alone. OK.

On a dark snowy night, snowflakes were falling down everywhere. She stood on the top of the mountain and looked down. In front of her was an endless black cliff, and behind her was her dark shadow alone.

Darkness came from both sides, and it was about to drown her in an instant.

Suddenly, the coldness of the fingertips was covered by warmth, and even the back was covered with a cloak, and a figure appeared in front of him, blocking most of the incoming cold wind.

Lingxi's two hands closed her hands together and covered her palms, touching the warm palms coldly.

"Why is it so cold."

She frowned, but her palms pressed tightly against hers.

Zhao Qingsui looked at Lingxi suddenly, everything that came to his heart gradually faded away in an instant, and a person appeared in the dark snowy night. She held a torch to illuminate her, guide her way, and keep her warm.

After she appeared, even if the darkness enveloped her, she would be wiped out in an instant, and she would even turn around and hold her hand firmly, leading her forward.

Even Zhao Qingsui himself couldn't explain why she believed her so much, but there was always a vague voice in his heart telling her that she could be trusted and recognized.

As Lingxi looked at her that night and said, "Because it's you, and only because it's you."

Likewise, she wanted to tell her the same.

Zhao Qingsui smiled suddenly, and Lingxi looked at her with bright eyes, "Your Highness, what are you laughing at, don't worry, I will definitely help you wipe out the traitors."

The two returned to the tent, and the moment the curtain was lowered to block the cold wind, Zhao Qingsui turned around and hugged her, whispering in her ear: "With you, I don't worry."

Before Lingxi could return her, a delicate kiss had already fallen, from Lingxi's ear to neck and then upwards, kissing her slightly closed eyes.

It was like a fire was suddenly ignited in my heart, and it spread with Zhao Qingsui's movements.

"Your Highness?"

Consonance called her in a low voice.

Zhao Qingsui responded in a nasal voice, "Yes."

It wasn't until the cold camp bed was pressed under by Lingxi, sealing off all escape routes, that the person in front of him stopped moving slightly.

Lingxi panted slightly, and his cheeks were quietly stained red, "Your Highness, you are still hunting now."

Zhao Qingsui lowered his head, touching her forehead, his dark eyes seemed to blend into her, occupying all her sight.

The heat scalded her skin, causing a burst of blush.

"No one dares to come in without my permission."

"But..."

"Do you still remember the servant you owe me?"

Zhao Qingsui's voice was obviously very soft, but the moment it hit the eardrums, it seemed to stir up the noise of blood, spreading out one after another.

Lingxi looked at her, and when her black eyes bent down again, Lingxi only heard her say: "Be quiet."

The fingertips followed the trend, and the large belt was pulled away, and it slid in against the loose neckline, as if turning into a fish in the sea.

The fingertips that Lingxi had warmed up with her own hands before were falling on her skin, and they touched her skin hotly. In just a moment, her warmed fingertips were at a disadvantage again. The heat of her body was far greater than the heat of her fingertips.

The robe was taken off, the inner garment was opened, and the clear collarbone fell into the black shadow cast by Zhao Qingsui from above.

Zhao Qingsui pressed against her lips and controlled her breathing, but his fingers slipped from behind the ears, touched the left and right sides of the collarbone, and went down the middle.

The fingertips rubbed against the tight muscles that had been trained in martial arts all year round, and the movements were light and slow, but it was like another kind of torture.

Lingxi wanted to clenched her teeth, but Zhao Qingsui slipped in through the gap between her teeth. The torture on her body continued, and as the torture set off one storm after another, the faint voice in her throat was caught by Zhao Qingsui. Swallow carefully.

Outside the tent was the rustling wind, and inside the tent were intermittent murmurs.

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I dare not write T_T

By the way, there is coming and going(?)