"I just wanted to test how much the master cares about that woman. I didn't expect..." A cold light flashed in Fu Ji's eyes, "The master is not willing to let that woman feel wronged at all. Bai Le, I have never seen such a master.
, I'm worried...this woman will bring disaster to the master one day."
In Fu Ji's eyes, Ling Xuewei was just a little girl with a low status in the secular world. In terms of talent, she was not worthy of Empress Fanxu!
How could Bai Le not know what Fu Ji was thinking?
In fact, Bai Le also thought so, especially when the emperor was injured this time and he did not hesitate to launch the entire Fanxu army to attack the Buddha's capital, it made him even more uneasy.
The emperor cared too much about that woman, even to the point of not caring about himself. This was something they couldn't bear no matter what.
"If you want to be my Fanxu's empress, you have to see if she has the ability..." Bai Le sneered.
"What are you thinking about?" Ye Moyan hugged Ling Xuewei in front of him and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little tired." Ling Xuewei smiled lightly.
"Then rest, I'll accompany you." Ye Moyan enjoyed this time alone, even if he did nothing.
"No, I want to take a bath, I feel a little uncomfortable." Ling Xuewei felt sticky and uncomfortable since she woke up.
"There is a hot spring behind Yeji Palace, shall I take you there?" Ye Moyan said.
Ling Xuewei's eyes lit up and she nodded quickly, "Okay."
She actually didn't want to lie down all day.
The hot spring behind Yeji Palace is introduced from the mountain. The entire hot spring is surrounded by stone walls, lush and green, and shrouded in white mist.
"Put me down."
Ling Xuewei was carried all the way to the hot spring by Ye Moyan. She was a little stunned. It wasn't like she couldn't walk, but being held like this was a bit...
"I want to hold you." Ye Moyan curled his lips and looked at her.
Ling Xuewei couldn't help but blush when she saw Ye Moyan's handsome face, she could only let him do it.
"Um... do you want to go somewhere else? I'll call you after I've finished washing..." Ling Xuewei started discussing with Ye Moyan.
"Weier is shy?" Ye Moyan chuckled.
Ling Xuewei's face turned a little red from the heat.
"I want to take a bath with you, don't you think Wei'er?" Ye Moyan's voice was low, like a thousand-year-old wine.
Ling Xuewei's face turned red, and the blush reached her ears and neck, making her skin as white as snow even more gorgeous.
Ye Moyan's eyes sank, and he looked at her more deeply.
"Weier, let's wash together? Huh?" Ye Moyan approached again.
His voice rose at the end, with a hint of coquettishness.
Ling Xuewei buried her head deeply in her chest and nodded vaguely. Although this was not the first time she faced Ye Moyan like this, Ling Xuewei still felt extremely ashamed.
"Let me down quickly." Ling Xuewei struggled.
"Okay..." Ye Moyan's voice was different from the usual hoarseness. He held her and got into the pool little by little. Ling Xuewei breathed a sigh of relief only when the spring water reached her chest.
Only then did Ling Xuewei realize that Ye Moyan was still wearing clothes.
Ling Xuewei glared and said angrily, "Why did you come down with your clothes on?"
Ye Moyan leaned into Ling Xuewei's ear and whispered, "I forgot, why don't Wei'er come and help me?"
Ling Xuewei's ears turned red again and she hesitated.
"Weier don't want to?" Ye Moyan's eyes showed disappointment and a hint of grievance, which made Ling Xuewei feel as if she had done something heinous.
"No...I...Okay, I'll help you." Ling Xuewei could only grit her teeth and agree.
Isn't it just to take off your clothes? It's not like you haven't taken them off yet!
Behind him, Ye Moyan showed a successful smile, his eyes passing over Ling Xuewei's red ears.
The delicate collarbone and long hair are like ink, spread out like seaweed in the water, extremely charming.
"Weier, look at me."
Ye Moyan's low and hoarse voice came from above Ling Xuewei's head.
Ling Xuewei's eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly raised her eyes.
Before he could even open his mouth, his lips were sealed!
…
The next day.
She didn't wake up until noon.
Ling Xuewei's throat was hoarse, as if on fire. Just as he was about to move, an iron arm hugged his body, and then a glass of water was handed to his mouth, "Drink some water."
Ling Xuewei was very thirsty and drank directly from Ye Moyan's hand.
"Slow down, be careful of choking."
After drinking two glasses of water, Ling Xuewei's throat finally felt better. She turned around and faced Ye Moyan's handsome face.
At this moment, Ye Moyan still had a lingering laziness, and his eyes were smiling, like a satiated leopard, elegant and charming.
Suddenly remembering Ye Moyan's madness last night, Ling Xuewei's face turned red and she buried her head directly into the pillow and stopped looking at him.
