It is rare to have leisure every day in Huaimo. Love is coming

In the past, he was the prime minister, and he had to make decisions on all matters in the court. He had to deal with Emperor Wen at the top, and all the civil and military officials at the bottom. At the same time, he was busy... usurping the throne. Even after he declared that he would try to spend as much time with her as possible.

Together, so that he could get tired of her as soon as possible, she always felt that his time was hard-earned. Later, when they met there, he jokingly said that he had a marriage leave. Even so, she would see him writing something in front of his desk every day.

, and was taken out by Fei Ge and sent back. In fact, Huai Mo has never been idle.

Only now, when he doesn't remember anything, can he feel that he has stolen half a day's leisure from the rest of his life.

He stayed with her every day, but she couldn't get used to the fishy taste of the sea. After that, he asked his sister-in-law to stop bringing food to her and instead cook for her. When she ate the boiled vegetables he cooked for the first time, she was so excited.

She cried in the wind. He thought she disliked the taste and ate it all for her without saying a word, so that she looked at the empty plate "..." for a long time with tears streaming down her face. He was frightened by her appearance and hurriedly

He held her on his lap and coaxed her carefully, and promised again and again that he would never make such unpalatable food for her again.

At that time, she couldn't laugh or cry, and she fell in love with him more and more, so much that she became a concubine.[

However, Huai Mo is always so wise and powerful. After the white water, he probably asked someone, and he was already handy at night.

When she occasionally felt uncomfortable, he would let her lie on his lap and coax her to sleep.

Shen Zui embarrassed him, knowing that he couldn't remember anything, but still clamored to listen to a bedtime story. Huaimo was embarrassed for a long time, so he had to dig out the few remaining memories and tell them to her.

His memories were all after he woke up. In his story, there were all bad people except her who was a good person. He wanted to do justice for heaven and eliminate the bad guys, but she stopped him. Shenzui didn't know what he was talking about "doing justice for heaven"

", he wondered whether he blamed her for blocking him, but he didn't dare to delve into this issue. Although Huaimo is normal now and can control himself relatively well, she still occasionally sees his eyes whether it is her own illusion or not.

That bloody red light inside.

Every time she saw it, she was always frightened, and Huaimo probably noticed it, so the bloody aura always disappeared in an instant.

Shen Zui was heartbroken, so she hugged his waist and asked him softly, "Then how do you know I'm a good person?"

Huai Mo gently caressed her face with his fingers, his eyes were confused and firm at the same time, "I only know that if I hurt you, I will be in agony."

Indulge in wet and hot eyes.

Huai Mo paused and then said, "This is what makes you a good person."

"..." Is this how...?

Master...if this is true, then I am really the only good person in this world.

Huai Mo would later tell her the story of Fu Mo and Luo Xi.

Shen Zui naturally didn't believe it was true, and just thought that Huai Mo made up a story at random to make her happy, but she couldn't help but sigh that Huai Mo was a good at making things up. He was obviously telling stories to coax her to sleep, but in the end she heard them

I kept crying, tossing and turning with excitement, and felt uncomfortable.

In fact, the story Huai Mo told was incomplete and scattered, just like a dream. There were only small fragments, and the fragments were not even completely pieced together. But even the fragments made her feel desolate.

Some of them are clearly love stories, but how can they be desolate?

Shen Zui thought about it for a while, and in the end it all came down to Huai Mo being bad. Before it even started, he told her the ending. Fu Mo and Luo Xi could not be together until their death.

The two people who clearly loved each other ended up with such an ending. The more loving she heard about the process, the sadder she thought of the ending.

I deceived Shen Zui into tears.

Huai Mo was also surprised and patiently wiped her tears with a handkerchief, clearly intending to let her cry.[

Shen Zui cried and asked, "Why does Fu Mo love Luo Xi? Isn't Luo Xi the wife destined by Long Xiaoyao? If she is destined, how can Luo Xi love Fu Mo?"

Huai Mo's eyes were far away, clearly looking at her face, but he seemed to be looking elsewhere. His voice was soft and sure, "Fu Mo lied."

"What lies?" Shen Zui blinked his eyes, and another tear came out.

Huai Mo wiped it away for her lovingly, "Luoxi is not Long Xiaoyao's destined wife. Fu Mo lied."

"Why do you do this?"

"Luoxi was originally related to Long Xiaoyao, but she was destined to be doomed by Fu Mo, and she was destined to be entangled with Fu Mo forever. Fu Mo had already spied on the secrets of the sky, and he did not want this disaster in his heart, so Luoxi's mother died, and the Dragon King

He could save her, but he went to the Dragon King and fabricated lies to bring Luo Xi and Long Xiaoyao together. Unexpectedly, the Forever Flower would take away Luo Xi's father's 20,000-year divine power, causing her parents to suffer

Fu Mo felt sorry for Luo Xi and caused her to be born an orphan, so he fought against everyone's opinions and gave Luo Xi life, and took him back to Penglai to take care of him personally. Luo Xi was liked by Fu Mo since he was born, but he was afraid of himself.

In the future, if Luoxi cannot survive the fate of Luoxi, he will return Luoxi to the Nine Heavenly Clan. After that, he will ignore him again. However, the Emperor of Heaven went to him several times and told him what happened to Luoxi.

He was bullied and asked many times to send Luo Xi to Penglai. Fu Mo didn't agree at first, but for some unknown reason, he agreed in the end, maybe he looked away."

Huai Mo's fingers gently played with her hair. The afternoon sun shone in through the lattice and shone on his back, making his whole body seem to emit a burst of golden light. She raised her head and stared at him, feeling that he was dazzling.

It's almost impossible to look directly at it.

Huai Mo under the light gave her an illusion in a daze, as if... he was Fu Mo. What he was telling at this moment was not a story he had made up, but his own story, and his thoughts, which he had not seen in thousands of years.

People understand, but he chose such a time to tell her the big secret.

Shen Zui was immediately frightened by his own thoughts. He shook his head hastily and hurriedly got rid of this terrifying thought.

If Huai Mo is really Fu Mo, she is Luoxi... She doesn't want to be Luoxi, and she and Huai Mo can't be together even if they die.

Shen Zui thought of this, and for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes and he cried again.

Huai Mo picked her up and sat her down, facing her, kissed her gently, and murmured on her lips, "I've been crying all afternoon, why haven't I cried enough? So many tears?"

Shen Zui hugged his neck tightly, buried her face in his neck, and cried, "Fu Mo is good or bad. If he faced it calmly at the beginning and didn't escape or go around that big circle, how could he do it?"

What will happen next with Luoxi?"

"Yes, he is good or bad." Huai Mo sighed softly, gently stroking her back with his palm, "But the secrets of heaven are unpredictable. Fu Mo has been practicing for tens of millions of years, and in the end he only got a little glimpse. How can he know what he is spying on?"

Wasn't the part predestined? Perhaps the fate had already determined the outcome and destined him to suffer a lot."

Shenzui lay on his shoulder, silent.

Yes, the secrets of heaven are unpredictable. Maybe Fu Mo's spying on the secrets of heaven is destined by heaven. He is destined to learn about it and then do something about it.

Huai Mo kissed her neck gently, his movements surprisingly gentle, "Do you want to sleep again?"

Shen Zui thought about it and shook his head, "I don't feel uncomfortable anymore if I don't sleep."

Huai Mo's kiss began to be deep and emotional.

The clothes were untied and most of them fell off. Huaimo's hot kisses went down inch by inch from her neck. His hands were not idle, he touched her delicate skin and caressed her passionately. He held her softly, gently or gently.

Knead it vigorously.

Shenzui's eyes were blurred, he bit his lip, held on to her hard, and raised his head slightly.

Huai Mo missed her, and she knew it. He was not a widower to begin with. Ever since they got married, he rarely went without her for so long. At first, she thought he would be cold to her if he lost his memory, but the two of them fell in love.

When they hugged her, he kissed her, and then something hard pressed against her body. His breath was sometimes so thick that it made her feel distressed.[

It's just that at this time, he, perhaps because he didn't remember that he was a doctor, was surprisingly cautious towards her. She was not seriously injured as he was, so he didn't dare to move rashly.

Huai Mo's hands explored every inch of her body. Probably due to his restraint, his body also trembled slightly. His lust was obviously strong, but suddenly it gradually died down.

His lips and tongue lingered on her chest, then slowly moved up, and finally landed on her left shoulder.

Gentlely and slowly, he kissed the skin near her wound inch by inch, carefully. With each kiss, most of the lust was lost, and all of it turned into heartache.

The wound has begun to scab. He took good care of her and the medicine worked. She no longer felt any pain at this moment, but his hot and moist breath sprayed her, making her feel slightly itchy and shy.

Shen Zui half-opened her eyes, and sure enough, she met Huai Mo's eyes, which were glaring at hers. There was a burning light like fire in his eyes, as if he wanted to eat her in one bite.

Shen Zui looked away and said in a voice as low as a mosquito, "I'm... ready."

Shenzui thought, Huaimo is really the most powerful drug in the world, it can make her fascinated to this point.

I'm done... Such a clear invitation, a man like Huai Mo will definitely understand it as soon as he hears it.

Sure enough, Huai Mo's eyes were suddenly bright and shining, staring at her with an almost crazy fascination, and his face turned red in intoxication.

However, Huaimo finally dressed her up properly.

The breaths of the two of them were still confused, especially his. His body was hot, but he refused to let her go. Shen Zui lowered his eyes, covered the moisture in his eyes, put his face to the best of his ability, and asked in a low voice, "Why not..."

She stammered, "Don't you want to?"

"You don't know how much I miss you." He bit her earlobe and growled hoarsely in his ear.

Shen Zui buried her face in his chest and heard him whisper: "I will never let you get hurt again."

Although he knew that he might just be protesting when he said this, his heart could not be controlled, as if soaked in honey. She breathed in his scent greedily, and he did not see her face buried in his chest. She was probably smiling at the moment.

Mouthed.

…

The market is held once a month.

The villagers here are almost all self-sufficient and have few things to exchange, so the market cycle is particularly long, but every market is still a lively scene, just like a party.

Shenzui was just joining in the fun, and when she arrived holding Huaimo's hand, the square was already full of stalls. The variety of things was not like that in the prosperous place of the imperial capital. They had everything, but it was enough to meet the needs here. The most popular ones were dried fish and pearls.

and shellfish. Most of the people here make a living by fishing and beading.

There are fewer handicrafts. After shopping around, there is only one shop selling some fabrics and another one selling wooden hairpins.

The cloth seller was Uncle Yong's daughter and son-in-law. Because of Uncle Yong's relationship, he was particularly polite to Shen Zui.

The fabric was naturally not as refined as the ones in the capital, but the coarse linen clothes also had their own pleasures, unlike the rich ones. Shen Zui thought about it and chose two pieces of cloth, the same style and weave, one navy blue and one reddish.
To be continued...