After dinner, Mo Jingxiao got up and went to Qinghui Hall to discuss political affairs with Murong Xuan.
Ning Yujin also stood up, thinking about going back to the Lizhangtang Pharmacy and making Mo Jingxiao a calming herbal tea.
His condition didn't look very good. Although he still looked fierce and domineering, his deep and bottomless sharp eyes occasionally flashed with a tired look.
And if you look carefully, you will find that the veins on his forehead and hands are protruding. It was not until she talked to him for a long time that his tense nerves relaxed a little.
Ning Yujin lowered her eyes and thought about Mo Jingxiao's appearance just now. She couldn't help but sigh and shook her head.
Everyone only knows that Mo Jingxiao holds power and is loved by the whole country, but they don't know what they have to endure in this position.
When things got to this point, the person he regarded as his master and father died tragically. Not only could he not show any sadness, he had to hide all his emotions tightly to deal with what happened next.
"People in the government and in the public sector can never help themselves." Ning Yujin walked forward with her head lowered and muttered in a low voice.
"Then just stay in your position and pursue your own affairs. Why bother with so much else?"
"His Royal Highness Ding...Ding!" Ning Yujin heard the deep voice take over her words, and couldn't help but quickly raised her head to look in front, and was suddenly startled.
She was so absorbed in thinking about things that she didn't pay much attention to the scene in front of her, so she didn't even know why Mo Jingxiao stopped to wait for her.
By the time she reacted, Mo Jingxiao was already standing in front of her, reaching out to lift a strand of long hair by her cheek, and stuck it behind her ear: "The hair is messed up."
"Ah? Is it messed up?" Ning Yujin quickly reached out to touch her hair, but because she reached out too quickly, she bumped into Mo Jingxiao's hand before he could take it back.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly tried to take her hand back, but Mo Jingxiao turned his wrist and grabbed Ning Yujin's hand unceremoniously.
The warm palms and strong strength completely wrapped her white and delicate hands, it was such a perfect fit.
Ning Yujin couldn't break free, and she didn't dare to break free. She only looked around with some embarrassment, and said with some embarrassment: "Your Highness, Prince Ding, if we do this... we will be seen by others."
Mo Jingxiao didn't care. At this moment, he just wanted to hold her hand and never let go. Was he afraid that someone would see him?
"Whoever dares to take a look will have one of his eyes crippled."
His voice was not loud, but every word was like frost in February. In an instant, the cold air radiated to an area of one kilometer around him.
I heard the surrounding branches sway suddenly and violently, and countless black shadows flew away from this place of right and wrong during the night.
I could still vaguely feel the sound of someone running too fast, staggering and falling to the ground.
Ning Yujin twitched the corner of her mouth and turned back to look at Mo Jingxiao with an uncomfortable expression on her face - this man is too direct!
Mo Jingxiao looked at Ning Yujin's expression and couldn't help but raise his hand to pinch her face. The corners of his cold phoenix eyes were finally slightly raised.
Her face was so smooth, soft, and warm, and it felt addictive to touch. After squeezing it, he couldn't bear the feeling, so he couldn't help but touch it again.
She raised her head, slightly opening her small cherry mouth, and looked at him with her watery eyes like a deer, which made his cold heart feel hot again.
Fortunately, you are still here.
He read silently in his heart.
"His Royal Highness Prince Ding..." Ning Yujin held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak, and called Mo Jingxiao in a low voice.
The force of his hand was gentle, and the thin calluses on his palms rubbed her face, making her a little flustered and nervous.
Mo Jingxiao looked at her intently, his eyes as dark as an ancient pool: "Don't call me His Highness Prince Ding, try someone else."
"Master Xiao..."
Ning Yujinxin said that Mo Jingxiao had raised this issue before, so she opened her mouth and said what she had recalled.
But after she said it, Mo Jingxiao raised his eyebrows and frowned, as if he was not satisfied with her answer.
Ning Yujin tilted her head and looked at him carefully: "How about you just call me "Master"?"
Mo Jingxiao's eyes sharpened and he glanced at her.
Ning Yujin suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing towards her face, and her whole face instantly became cold, as if she was about to be covered with a thin layer of frost.
It seems that this title is not acceptable either.
So what on earth should I call him? This made her think to herself, isn’t it too embarrassing for her?
It's impossible that he wanted her to call him by his first name, right?
If a prince is called by his first name, in the words of Lu Yixing, disaster will come from his mouth!
Ning Yujin stretched out her hand and made a small gesture with her index finger and thumb: "Can you give me a little hint?"
At least let her know how to satisfy him.
It could be seen that Mo Jingxiao's sharp eyes were slightly narrowed and his thin lips were pursed tightly. He kept looking at her but had no intention of speaking. She immediately accepted her fate and racked her brains to continue thinking.
Seeing Ning Yujin's appearance, Mo Jingxiao's face softened. He sighed, stretched out his hand to rub her face, and then took it back: "Forget it if you can't think of it now. I'll think about it later."
Perhaps, he was still too anxious.
With that said, he turned around, took the hand that he had been reluctant to let go of, and led Ning Yujin towards Qinghui Hall.
Ning Yujin followed Mo Jingxiao like a little daughter-in-law, raising her head and staring at his broad back, muttering silently -
Actually, I want to call you Axiao.
The bright moon is bright, its white light is like silk and tulle, and it is as beautiful as a dream.
Ning Yujin stared at the two people's clasped hands and felt her heart beating wildly. She felt like she wanted to scream loudly, but couldn't say a word.
He held her hand and it felt so good.
The two of them entered the Qinghui Hall. Only then did Ning Yujin come back to her senses from the episode and asked quickly: "His Royal Highness Ding Wang, you... why did you bring me here?"
She wanted to ask just now, why did Mo Jingxiao suddenly stop halfway?
But as soon as I got into trouble, I forgot all about it.
When Mo Jingxiao heard her question, he was silent for a while and then said: "If it is possible, I hope I will never bring you here, but this time..."
Before he finished speaking, Ning Yujin instantly understood the meaning of Mo Jingxiao's words and heard the guilt in his words.
He felt that it was his incompetence to drag her into these intrigues and power disputes. But this time about General Di, he had to drag her into it.
The fact that he brought her to Qinghui Hall meant that she could listen to everything he and Murong Xuan said, she could know the ins and outs of the matter, and she could participate in the whole process.
Ning Yujin couldn't help but curl her lips.
She actually hoped that Mo Jingxiao would be like this.
Don't treat her as a weakling and protect her behind you, but put her in the same position as yourself and advance and retreat together.
That's what she wants - respect for each other regardless of gender identity.
A note to readers:
Phew, I haven’t written for a long time and I can’t find the feeling. I wrote this chapter all night long. I’ll start tomorrow at the third update!!!!