The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

She found that Jing Tianjue was not like her at all, following Ye Yunjin's temperament. When peeing, he will show courteousness to girls and make girls happy.

The most important thing is that this little guy can't walk when he sees a girl.

A look of sadness flashed in his eyes, watching the three children chasing each other in the garden, having so much fun, Mo Youyou smiled happily.

Jing Biyao looked at Jing Tianjue, and said to Mo Youyou: Sister-in-law, Jue'er seems to follow me. She has been so lively since she was a child.

Mo Youyou looked at Jing Biyao, and couldn't help laughing, Which of these three children doesn't follow you?

Jing Biyao was stunned, thinking about it too. Perhaps the three children grew up together. Nodding in relief, I only hope that the children will grow up as simple and happy as they are now.

The three of them were chatting happily, when the figures of Shenmo and Jing Muhan appeared.

The moment Jing Tianjue saw Jing Muhan, his bright eyes looked at Jing Tianjue and shouted, Father!

Jing Muhan saw a small black figure rushing towards Sui, and leaned back slightly, not intending to catch him.

Jing Tianjue also guessed this would be the case, her pink and thin lips curled up in a nice curve, her jet-black hair fell on her back, her pretty face was as delicate as a girl's.

His glowing eyes glanced at Mo Youyou, then suddenly changed direction and flew towards Mo Youyou's arms!

He didn't believe it anymore, the father and king would be indifferent when he saw him slipping into the arms of the mother and concubine!

The good-looking brows were raised slightly, just when Jing Tianjue was about to fall into Mo Youyou's arms, sure enough! A black shadow suddenly flashed, and disappeared in front of Mo Youyou together with Jing Tianjue.

Mo Youyou frowned, looking at the figures of Jing Muhan and Jing Tianjue not far away.

One big and one small stood together, one was as indifferent as ice, with the appearance of a strict father, the other had a pink face and a nice smile on the corner of his mouth.

In a daze, Jing Muhan said to Jing Tianjue, Jue'er, this king said that your mother and concubine are not allowed to hug you! You are no longer young!

Jing Tianjue snorted coldly, and cast a disdainful glance at Jing Muhan: Hmph! Jue'er is only five years old, both younger sisters can be hugged by mother, why can't I!

You're a boy! Whether a man or a woman can kiss each other!

Hearing Jing Muhan's serious explanation, Mo Youyou rolled his eyes at Jing Muhan, got up and walked over, took Jing Tianjue's hand and said to him, Jue'er, don't listen to your father talking nonsense!

Jing Muhan stood aside, watching all this indifferently.

In the gazebo, Jing Biyao and Lan Linlin looked at the two of them and couldn't help covering their mouths and smiling. Seeing Jing Mu's cold eyes, they hurriedly got up and took their daughters to make excuses to leave.

In the garden, there were only three members of Mo Youyou's family. Jing Tianjue raised his eyes to look at Jing Muhan, and suddenly asked, Father, have you recovered from your illness?

A look of strangeness flashed across Jing Muhan's eyes, he glanced at Mo Youyou, and hurriedly covered Jing Tianjue's mouth, signaling him not to talk nonsense.

Jing Tianjue frowned, and looked up at Jing Muhan's face that hadn't changed for thousands of years. His eyes were full of doubts.

Looking at the father and son, Mo Youyou saw a trace of panic in Jing Muhan's eyes, and she asked, Is there something your father and son are hiding from me? After speaking, she looked at Jing Muhan, Jin, are you sick?

Why doesn't she know?

Jing Muhan was startled, pursed his lips and said with a smile: Don't listen to Jue'er's nonsense, when has this king been sick? Even if he is really sick, he will recover soon.

Mo Youyou stared at Jing Muhan closely, trying to see something in his eyes. It's just that Jing Muhan hid it too deeply, she couldn't see through it at all. Forget it, when he avoided Jing Muhan and forced Jue'er to question him, he would definitely tell him.

With that in mind, I won't say more.

In the middle of the night, Mo Youyou was sleeping soundly in Jing Muhan's arms, Jing Muhan suddenly opened his eyes, those deep eyes were filled with scarlet blood, a strange flash flashed in his eyes, he looked at the little woman in his arms, stretched out his hands He lit her sleeping hole, carefully covered her with the quilt, clutched her heart and stumbled out.

In the study room, the candlelight flickered, and Jing Tianjue, who was getting up at night, passed by, and glanced curiously at the familiar but slightly embarrassed figure in the study room. Blinking his eyes curiously, Has the father's illness relapsed again? He muttered in his mouth, and approached the study cautiously.

At this moment, Jing Muhan was covering his chest with one hand and propping up the table with the other, his whole body was a little unstable.

A dazzling bright red spit out from the mouth. He hastily took out his handkerchief to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth.

His deep eyes looked at the blood on the handkerchief.

Unexpectedly, half of his ten-year lifespan has passed. Since last winter, his body suddenly seems to have been drained of divine power, and his attack power is weakening every day. He often even vomits blood and suffers from angina pectoris in the middle of the night. ! Perhaps it was because she used her divine power to stop Jue'er today that it suddenly became so serious!

With his handsome face as pale as paper, Jing Muhan coughed lightly twice, walked a few steps to the desk and sat down. His appearance at this moment must not be seen by the little woman!

While in a trance, there was a strange movement outside, and Jing Mu asked coldly, Who!

Jing Tianjue hid her small body under the window sill and dared not make a sound. Thinking that Jing Muhan didn't notice him, when he stood up and was about to talk to his mother and concubine about his father's situation, in the end, his whole body was lifted up.

His feet kicked in mid-air for a while, and his eyes fell on Jing Muhan, Father, you have something to hide from mother and concubine! I'm going to tell mother and concubine that you are sick! It's very serious!

I'm fine, I just provoked Fenghan. Jue'er, don't mess around!

I'm not fooling around! My father is lying! I just saw my father vomit blood...

Before he finished speaking, Mo Youyou's clear voice came from outside the door, Jin, Jue'er, are you in the study?

Jing Muhan suddenly covered Jing Tianjue's mouth, and shook his head at Jing Tianjue, Don't tell your concubine mother, she will be worried if she knows. Tomorrow, tomorrow, the king will tell you everything!

Seeing this, Jing Tianjue nodded, expressing his agreement to Jing Muhan's words.

Jing Muhan breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his breath, forced himself to go to the door with his body feeling unwell, opened the door, saw Mo Youyou frowning suspiciously, and said, Why are you awake?

Mo Youyou asked curiously: Jin, Jue'er, what are you doing here without sleeping in the middle of the night? The father and son were weird during the day, but they were so mysterious tonight, staying up in the middle of the night, the more Mo Youyou thought about it. The more I feel wrong.

Seeing something wrong with Jing Muhan's face, she looked at Jing Muhan, What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with your body?

Jing Muhan shook his head, No, don't think too much about it. My prince's body has always been tough, can't you feel it?

Mo Youyou naturally understood the deep meaning in the words, his face suddenly turned crimson, and he couldn't help but cast a blank look at Jing Muhan: Jue'er is here! Dare to say anything!

Jing Muhan looked at Mo Youyou with interest, and said with a smile, Jue'er is still young, so I don't understand what we're going to say.

Unexpectedly, Jing Tianjue spoke, and said in a childish voice, Father, I am not young, and I still know something about things between men and women.