The Cold Prince Dotes On His Wild Wife

The god looked at Jing Tianjue from top to bottom, finally nodded, glanced at Bai Luochen beside him, and said lightly: Perhaps, we can give it a try?

Jing Tianjue nodded blankly and said, Yes, yes, try it! If his blood could do it, then his father would be saved!

Bai Luochen frowned and glanced at Jing Tianjue, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

He was wondering whether he should tell Helian Yi about this? If he keeps it secret, if he finds out in the future that Jing Tianjue may be in danger, the entire Heavenly Order may not be at peace! But if he told He Lianyi, he would definitely not agree to what Jing Tianjue did that day.

It took a long time until Jing Tianjue's voice came, Then it's settled. Use my blood to awaken the spirit beads!

Bai Luochen suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Jing Tianjue, My child, have you thought clearly? Do you want to discuss this matter with your father, queen and queen?

Jing Tianjue thought for a moment and shook his head, No need. Don't tell my father and queen about this matter.

Bai Luochen and the Divine Lord looked at each other, nodded, and personally sent Jing Tianjue away from the heavenly steps.

Boy, I'll go back and make preparations now. As for you, go back and think about it for a few days. After you think about it, send someone to deliver a letter. I'll use your blood to see if I can open the spirit bead again.

Jing Tianjue turned around and glanced at the old man not far away, and shouted in a childish voice: Master, my disciple knows! Go back!

Jumping all the way towards Tianyuan Prefecture, Jing Tianjue was also very excited because he might be able to save his father.

When we arrived at the Prince Regent's Palace, the sky was already darkening.

Mo Youyou and Jing Muhan had just finished their dinner when they heard a servant coming to report that the young prince had returned home.

When Mo Youyou heard this, she hurriedly said to the maid, Send Jue'er over quickly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Tianjue poked his little head out, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Mo Youyou, Concubine! My son is back.

As he said that, he threw himself into Mo Youyou's arms.

Jing Muhan on the side saw this, his eyes slightly stern, but he didn't stop him. Jing Tianjue knew what his father was thinking and stuck out his tongue at him, Father! Mother and concubine are also sons and daughters!

Mo Youyou smiled softly and said, Silly boy, what are you talking about? Of course you are a good son of my mother-in-law. Tell me, will you gain anything from going to Heaven this time?

What Mo Youyou is most concerned about is whether Jing Tianjue has really found a way to save Jing Muhan.

Jing Tianjue raised his eyes, looked at Mo Youyou with clear eyes, and said to her: Well, mother-in-law, I have found a method, but in a few days I will try it? If it is feasible, then my father will never do it again. Don’t you have to suffer this kind of pain?”

After hearing Jing Tianjue's words, Mo Youyou was particularly surprised, Jue'er, is this serious?

Seriously. Mother, you have to believe in my abilities. Even though I am young, I am very smart.

After listening to Jing Tianjue's words, Mo Youyou's eyes became clear and crystal clear with a layer of mist. She looked at Jing Muhan and saw that his face was still cold, and she held his hand tightly in excitement, Jin, did you hear it? Our son said that your body can be saved! It can be saved!

He sniffed to prevent his tears from falling. But he forgot how fragile Jing Muhan's body was.

Soon, Mo Youyou grabbed a deep purple mark on Jing Muhan's wrist. Jing Muhan frowned, fearing that Mo Youyou would notice it.

However, his every frown, smile, joy and anger were all seen by Mo Youyou.

Suddenly aware of his own movements, he hurriedly looked at Jing Muhan's hand, and sure enough!

Mo Youyou's heart ached instantly.

Jin...I hurt you again.

Jing Tianjue's eyes fell on Jing Muhan's wrist, and then he glanced at Mo Youyou who was blaming himself, Mother and concubine, don't be sad, I will turn my father into the same person as before as soon as possible!

Jue'er, be good.

Caressing Jing Tianjue's head, Mo Youyou felt mixed emotions in her heart.

At the same age, other people's children were still playing around, but her Jue'er had to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.

My heart is so congested, very congested.

Jing Muhan looked at Mo Youyou with his deep eyes, stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and said in a low voice, Don't be sad.

Looking at Jing Tianjue, Jue'er, my father is lucky to have such a well-behaved child like you. My father knows your thoughts. Don't be sad or blame yourself for what happened to your father. Do you hear me?

Jing Tianjue felt that this was the most words his father had ever said to him this year.

He nodded and stared at Jing Muhan, Father, I understand.

In the next few days, Jing Tianjue has been waiting for the news of Bai Luochen's laughter. Jing Muhan's health has become worse and worse, and it is even difficult to sleep all night.

Mo Youyou lay next to him every night, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

In the second half of the night, it was very humid and cold, so Mo Youyou took advantage of Jing Muhan to sleep and came out wearing a coat. Looking up at the hazy night, her clear eyes stared closely at the slowly floating dark clouds.

Looks like it's going to snow?

A gust of cold wind blew, and Mo Youyou couldn't help but take a breath of cool air, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

One night passed, and the entire Prince Regent's Mansion was covered with snow. Jing Muhan woke up earlier than Mo Youyou, feeling the chill all over his body, and opened his eyes.

Looking at the little woman next to me, I felt indescribably uncomfortable.

These days, it was really hard for her. Worrying about his safety and taking care of him day and night. This was not the life he had ever wanted. What he wanted to give her was not to watch her lose weight every day just to take care of him.

She is the woman who should be cared for, loved and protected by him!

He stood up slowly, feeling a bone-gnawing pain all over his body.

Because the movement was too big, Mo Youyou was awakened from his deep sleep.

Mo Youyou thought Jing Muhan was sick again, so she was so frightened that she sat up suddenly and instinctively shouted, Jin!

Jing Muhan's throat tightened. Seeing the nervous look on the little woman in front of him, his heart sank. Damn it, he had already tortured her like this!

His fists were tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. The harder he exerted force, the more scarlet and ferocious the bulging blood vessels on the back of his hands became, making them look particularly oozing.

After a moment, Jing Muhan opened his mouth and said in a hoarse and sexy voice: Yuyou, this king is fine.

Mo Youyou's back froze, and she slowly turned her eyes to look at Jing Muhan, Jin... I hope you're okay.

That clenched heart instantly felt much more relaxed.

The two of them looked at each other. Mo Youyou glanced at the bright light outside the window and frowned curiously. Seeing this, Jing Muhan said calmly: It's snowing...

Huh? It turns out it's really snowing. It was snowing in September... She didn't know why she felt it was snowing last night.

I'll help you change and let's go see the snow.

Jing Muhan nodded.

Mo Youyou hurriedly got out of bed and came over with a set of snow-white robes. While dressing Jing Muhan, she said, I really want to see how beautiful my man looks in white clothes standing in the snow.

Jing Muhan frowned and said, Huh?