The summer breeze sways, the moon hangs high, and the stars shine.
In the main courtyard of King Shuo’s Mansion.
Beitangshuo sat quietly at the table, smiling lightly, and looking at the woman opposite him softly.
On the other side of him, Wen Xining sat leaning against the table, her eyes were silent and expressionless, and she just stared at the man opposite her.
Since returning from Baizhou Mountain, the two have been confronting each other for a while, and no one has spoken.
This atmosphere is so weird.
Quan'er was guarding the door, pressing his ears against the door from time to time, but he never heard the sound he wanted to hear.
This prince is not stupid, it is a great joy.
She really didn't know what the lady was making. Perhaps the lady was just overly excited and at a loss.
Well, definitely.
Thinking of this, Quan'er finally let go of her heart.
This prince and the lady are just getting to know each other for the first time. There must be a lot to say. If she continues to listen, it will be too immoral. Let's go.
The kind Quan'er left quietly.
And the two people in the house finally made some noise.
Beitangshuo poured a cup of tea, placed it in front of Wen Xining, and said softly:
"Madam, be tired of staring at me, take a sip of tea and rest."
Just a little bitch, you are still behaved when you get a cheaper one!
Wen Xining picked up the cup and drank it all, then placed the cup on the table with a "bang", leaned forward slightly, and said with squinted eyes:
"Say, are you pretending to be stupid all the time?"
That tone is definitely the tone when interrogating prisoners in modern times.
"Haha..." Beitangshuo smiled slowly like the wind, pinched the teacup with his green fingertips, took a sip, and then put it down.
The whole movement was extremely elegant, compared to Wen Xining's previous barbarity, it was so heaven and earth.
He also leaned forward slightly, his white teeth showed slightly, and asked without answering, "What do you think, madam?"
With just this rhetorical question, Wen Xining already knew his answer.
Your uncle is indeed pretending.
It turns out that she is the fool, the fool who has been fooled by him.
It's fun to make me play around, right?
It’s fun to see me asking you about your well-being like a fool, right?
The anger broke out completely.
Liu's eyebrows were raised and his eyes glared. Wen Xining didn't say much and took action directly.
However, just as her fist was about to hit Beitangshuo's face, a big palm clenched gently and wrapped her entire fist in.
The other hand attacked quickly, and the next moment, the wrist was caught.
Then, before she could react, a white shadow flashed in front of her, and Bei Tangshuo, who was originally separated from her, had already appeared beside her.
Capturing her hand and retracting it forward, Wen Xining's whole body fell into Beitangshuo's arms.
This series of actions was so fast that Wen Xining had no time to react at all.
Once a master tries, he will know if there is any.
He is not only a master who pretends to be stupid, but also a master of martial arts.
Wen Xining found out tragically that he was no match for this fake fool at all.
His hands were pinched and his body was held, and he could not move at all.
In fact, she should have realized it as early as that time when she took a shower. The Queen Mother realized it.
"If you know the truth, let me go!" Wen Xining didn't struggle, looked up slightly, and shouted coldly.
"Madam..." Beitang Shuo not only refused to let go, but instead hugged him tighter, leaned his chin against her neck, and muttered with a pout, "Shuoer misses you so much."
This voice, tone, and expression are clearly the eight-year-old fool.
Unfortunately, Wen Xining will not be fooled again.
"Don't let it go, right? OK, I hope you don't regret it!" As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xining stomped his feet suddenly and stepped on his instep.
Beitangshuo was in pain, and when his subordinates were relaxed, Wen Xining took the opportunity to flash behind him.
He turned around quickly and reached out to grab her again, but Wen Xining grabbed his arm first.
Beitangshuo curled his lips proudly and was about to pull her into his arms. The next moment, he felt a chill on his wrist, and then a slight "click" sound. He looked down and saw a strange circle on his wrist.
lock up.
In amazement, my body was dragged forward suddenly, my wrist hurt, and I staggered a few times before reaching the bedside. Another "click" sound was raised, and another circle was buckled on the bed railing.
The middle of the two circles is connected by an iron chain.
Our Prince Shuo, who was just so powerful, was fixed to the bed by modern handcuffs.
He looked up and looked at his fierce little lady in surprise. What is this thing?
Wen Xining patted the dust in her hands, hugged her chest, and raised her eyebrows proudly at Beitangshuo, "How about it, I told you to let go, don't you let go, do you regret it now?"
This girl always had so many unexpected tricks, and she lost to her hands and accepted it.
Beitangshuo's mouth was filled with a doting smile, and he slowly spit out three words, "Don't regret..."
I don’t regret meeting you, I don’t regret falling in love with you, I don’t regret revealing my identity early for you, and I don’t regret everything I did for you after meeting you.
Wen Xining didn't know what he was thinking behind him. Seeing that he was not repentant, he suddenly narrowed his black eyes, supported himself on the bed post with one hand, grabbed the clothes on his chest with the other, and approached him.
"Tell me, is it you, or Mu Lifeng?"
The low and dull voice, with a hint of cold charm, was sprayed on his face.
Beitangshuo only felt his body tightening, and he suppressed the discomfort. He smiled and said, "Who do you hope?"
Damn, can’t you answer the questions carefully? Every time I ask a question.
Wen Xining was angry, and when she got angry, she couldn't control her strength.
The hand was heavy, so the tragedy happened...
Wen Xining pushed Bei Tangshuo like this, and the two of them lay down on the bed gorgeously.
Under the north hall, Wen Xining is on the rise.
Nose to nose, mouth to mouth, two pairs of big eyes stare at each other.
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2000 words are sent, the next chapter is at 10 o'clock. The anemone has finally passed. Read the news. Zhejiang has suffered heavy losses, but fortunately there are no reports of casualties. Poor, two people died in Shanghai, and I'm watching silence