Hearing this voice, Murong Li glared and turned to glare at Xuanyuan Yehan. He was really a talkative person.
After her glare, Xuanyuan Yehan shrugged and didn't care. It was just a broken piece of wood. Was it worthy of Murong Li being so happy? If she liked wood so much, he would just give her a few bundles of wood.
Xuanyuan Yehan lazily got up from the soft couch and walked slowly to Murong Li. His eyes unconsciously glanced at the wooden hairpin in Murong Li's hand. When he saw the material of the wooden hairpin clearly, Xuanyuan Yehan's eyes flashed.
He thought it was just an ordinary piece of wood, but he didn't expect that the wood turned out to be agarwood. A small piece of agarwood is worth a lot of money.
Xuanyuan Yehan looked at Jing Liu with a hint of thoughtfulness in his eyes.
"Jing Liu, where did this come from?" Murong Li glared at Xuanyuan Yehan who was walking in front of him, then turned to look at Jing Liu and asked persistently.
Ignoring Xuanyuan Yehan's gaze, Jing Liu pursed her lips lightly, held Murong Li's hand, and opened her lips slightly, "I carved it."
Hearing this, Murong Li was startled, her eyes blinked, and she forgot to look back at Jing Liu.
He carved it...
"It's really embarrassing for a grown man to do such a thing as carving."
Xuanyuan Yehan on the side spoke coolly, and his words were full of thorns. It seemed that he would not give up until he irritated Jing Liu.
Murong Li frowned slightly and looked at Xuanyuan Yehan with some reproach.
What happened to Xuanyuan Yehan today? It's like he's eaten gunpowder...
After receiving Murong Li's reproachful look, Xuanyuan Yehan felt even more uncomfortable. He believed that Murong Li was protecting Jing Liu. The feeling of betrayal became stronger and stronger, and Xuanyuan Yehan couldn't help but frown.
He has always been able to control his emotions very well, but every time he saw Jing Liu, he always had strange emotions that he couldn't understand and couldn't control. He just wanted to vent them out.
"Xuanyuan Yehan!" Murong Li shouted through gritted teeth.
Xuanyuan Yehan laughed at himself. Murong Li didn't care about him at all. He only looked at Jing Liu. He looked at Murong Li, the sarcastic curve of his lips did not diminish. Looking at Murong Li's unkind eyes, Xuanyuan Yehan felt particularly unhappy.
The prince suddenly lost his temper. Xuanyuan Yehan kicked away the small stool beside him, raised his feet and walked out towards the general's mansion without looking back. Well, he wouldn't disturb them here.
Anyway, he is superfluous here.
Looking at Xuanyuan Yehan's back, Murong Li frowned, why did Xuanyuan Yehan leave so inexplicably...
She doesn't have Xuanyuan Yehan...
Why did he seem so angry for no reason? Then he left...
Murong Li shook her head. As the old saying goes, a woman's heart is like a needle in the sea. She looked at this man's heart as being even worse than a needle in the sea.
Seeing that Xuanyuan Yehan gradually disappeared in the direction he left, Murong Li looked back.
Meeting Jing Liu's gaze and seeing Jing Liu staring at her in the same way, Murong Li looked away in panic and stared blankly at the wooden hairpin in her hand.
The wooden hairpin was warm in the palm of her hand, and there was a warmth.
There was an uncontrollable surge of sweetness in her heart, but Murong Li didn't understand what this sweetness meant. She only knew that she was very happy and satisfied.
Rubbing the wooden hairpin with his hands back and forth, this wooden hairpin is really delicate to the extreme, which makes Murong Li like it very much. Moreover, this wooden hairpin was carved by Jing Liu himself...
My heart is as sweet as honey.
Murong Li lowered her head and asked softly: "Does this wooden hairpin have a name?"
If there is no one, she will give the hairpin a name. If there is one, then that's it.
Hearing her question, Jing Liu hugged her into his arms, smiled lightly, put his hands around her waist, lowered his head slightly, put his lips close to Murong Li's ear, and whispered softly: "Mo Li, his name is Mo Li
.”
Mo Li...
Murong Li's eyes flashed slightly, the name of this wooden hairpin was Mo Li.
The tip of her heart trembled uncontrollably. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and murmured in his arms: "Mo Li... Mo Li..."
Mo Li, Mo Li, will you never leave me?
Listening to her muttering to herself, the corners of Jing Liu's lips curled up slightly unconsciously, a slight but real presence.
He released one hand from her waist and placed it on Murong Li's chin, making Murong Li look at him. Her clear watery eyes filled with joy met his indifferent and deep eyes, a look that lasted forever.
He looked at her, engraved every part of her in his mind, tucked her sharp hair behind her ears, raised the corners of his lips in a suffocating arc, and said seriously: "Well, it's called Mo Li
.”
His lips opened and closed, and Murong Li could see the curves of his lips.
His calm voice seemed to be bewitching, which made Murong Li's heart beat faster.
"I wish to win the heart of one person and never leave each other." Holding her in his arms, Jing Liu opened her lips slightly, and her usually indifferent face was filled with a faint and somewhat unreal smile, "So, never leave, never leave."
"It's also my Ah Li, Ah Li, how about we never leave each other?"
Jing Liu slowly uttered each word. He asked Jing Yi what love was, and Jing Yi told him. At that time, he didn't quite understand.
But during the days when she stayed together, seeing her smile, he was also filled with happiness; seeing her cry, he felt extremely distressed. Perhaps, from the first time in the brothel, at the first sight, he fell in love with her, but now
Only slowly did I know...
His calm voice reached Murong Li's ears. Murong Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his words swirled in her ears one by one.
Murong Li's heart turned into a ball at this moment, like a ball of cotton. She just stared at Jing Liu blankly. From Jing Liu's eyes, she saw affection, tenderness, and treasure...
I wish to win the heart of one person and stay together forever.
This sentence deeply settled in Murong Li's heart. No doubt, Murong Li felt complicated and a little shocked at this moment.
Jing Liu said, "I wish to win the heart of one person."
She knew that in ancient times it was normal for men to have three wives and four concubines, but now that Jing Liu only wanted her, how could he keep Murong Li from being shocked.
"You..." Murong Li hesitated and didn't say anything for a while.
Murong Li's lips trembled, unable to form words at this moment. But her heart was filled with deep sweetness.
Suddenly, she hugged Jing Liu back.
Just nestled in Jing Liu's arms, quietly and quietly.
Seeing Murong Li looking like this, Jing Liu's eyes overflowed with a smile, and he gently hugged the little woman in his arms.
This little woman can only be his.
"Jing Liu." Murong Li called with a trembling voice.