Ling Shaochen Yue Beiyi

The word "bridal chamber" shocked Ling Shaochen's drowsiness, how could this little fool dare to say anything.

Feeling the weight on his body, he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, he opened his eyes and pretended to just wake up, coughed and said, "I'm still sick."

"Is it okay if you recover from your illness?" Bei Yi hit the snake on the stick, his eyes sparkling.

"You're not ashamed..."

"Isn't it enough to be reserved to outsiders? Why are you still reserved to your own husband?"

Ling Shaochen said angrily: "Who said that Zhai Chuan doesn't want money?"

Where is she being reserved?

"Are you jealous? I'm just curious, and brother Zhai insisted that he is stronger than you. I don't like his big and thick figure, but I like you. Wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, everything is just right. Brother Chen, you are the only one I covet all this time, only you!" Bei leaned her head on Ling Shaochen's shoulder, rubbing and rubbing, like a little furry animal, grinding his heart soft.

The changes in the Ling family once made Ling Shaochen cynical, and his heart became gloomy, but now he no longer complains.

Because he has got the best treasure in the world.

The past is gone, and now there is a future.

Everything is God's best arrangement.

Bei Yi didn't know that Ling Shaochen was enjoying her compliments and teasing, so she continued to coax: "Okay, I promise to only touch you from now on." She also raised her left hand and patted her right hand, teaching her a lesson: "Did you hear me? Touch Brother Chen's muscles!"

Ling Shaochen couldn't hold back his "puchi" laugh, why didn't he realize that she was so cute before?

Bei raised her head and looked at him stupidly, and sighed: "Brother Chen, you look so pretty when you smile, and you have dimples... Oh, my face is so hot and my heart is beating so fast, do I have a fever? I want to drink ginger too." soup……"

Seeing that her cheeks were really red, Ling Shaochen hurriedly said, "Get out, I'll make you sick... um..."

In the next moment, his eyes widened, and Bei Yi's eyes met, his slightly dry lips were covered by her soft and sweet lips.

She held his face in her hands, cleaned it clumsily, and then jumped up and shouted: "It's over! For the sake of you being a patient, I will let you go for now."

Then he covered his mouth and ran out of the tent.

Ling Shaochen's face also flushed red, and his breathing became difficult. The ginger soup she said was actually drunk in such a way!

Pull up the quilt to cover your face, lest that bold girl come in and take advantage of him...

But Ling Shaochen still couldn't help letting out bursts of muffled laughter, reminiscing about the sweetness of the intertwined lips and tongues, thinking how a man could be so passive, next time, he must regain the initiative.

"My lord, why did you come here? Your Majesty has been waiting there for a long time!"

The housekeeper wiped his sweat, walked over quickly, and spoke tremblingly, planning Ling Shaochen's reverie.

"..." Ling Shaochen was speechless, the boy never said that the emperor was coming.

Tan'er stuck out her tongue, since the emperor's uncle was free, he personally sent the young lady over.

He looked around and saw the emperor in the pavilion on the rockery, and beside him stood a girl walking around restlessly, holding a short stick in her hand.

Hey, what kind of weapon is that?

Never seen it!

The attack range is too small, it's not even suitable for street fighting, it can only be used as a sneak attack, ahem.

When that face turned around, Tan'er opened his mouth wide in shock, Ling Shaochen had already stayed where he was, so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Could it be that he missed Bei Yi so much that he had hallucinations?

In this world, how can there be two people who are so similar?

The woman's facial features, demeanor, and stature... are just like the healthy and happy Bei Yi in Mocheng back then!

Ling Shaochen wiped his eyes and found that the woman was still there and hadn't disappeared...

Tan'er tugged at Ling Shaochen's sleeve, and shouted, "Look, Dad, this time my sister is really like a mother!"

After finishing speaking, he broke free from Ling Shaochen's hand and ran over with a limp. The housekeeper was so frightened that he followed behind, for fear that the little ancestor would hurt a hair.