Concubine Li was still urging in Mo Jiecheng's ears, "Drink quickly, drink quickly!"
Old God Ji Wanrong sat there calmly, watching his eyes, nose, ears and heart.
Mo Jiecheng looked at the various medicinal materials inside, which were just a mess. He turned his head and looked at Ji Wanrong with pleading eyes.
She could smell the medicinal materials, such as ginseng, deer antler, etc., and they were indeed nourishing to the body. There were no other problems except over-supplementing.
As for the faint smell of blood, it was probably because Concubine Li found a recipe from an ancient book and used a lot of blood.
Blood is harmless, but it can't replenish the body. At most, it will make Mo Jiecheng feel sick and want to vomit if he drinks it.
The more uncomfortable Mo Jiecheng was, the happier Ji Wanrong felt.
Feeling Mo Jiecheng's eyes, Ji Wanrong said solemnly: "It's okay, it's the imperial concubine's wish. Just drink it. Those medicinal materials are all good. If you don't drink them, I think it's a waste."
Ji Wanrong had finished speaking, and feeling the expectant look in Concubine Li's eyes, Mo Jiecheng had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink up the bowl of strange hot soup in one gulp.
After the two of them finished eating, they sat on the soft couch and chatted with Concubine Li for a while.
It was completely dark now.
It was slightly chilly at night, but Mo Jiecheng felt that his body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.
Seeing Ji Wanrong and Concubine Li still chatting, Mo Jiecheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and stood up.
Ji Wanrong was startled by his sudden movement and turned to look at her strangely.
There were many candles lit in the hall, and the candles were swaying and shadowy.
In the dim yellow pearl light, Ji Wanrong's small bright white face was made even more touching.
Her complexion was like a piece of moist jade, shrouded in the hazy moonlight, looking graceful and graceful.
When did this woman become so beautiful?
Mo Jiecheng swallowed and suddenly felt his mouth was dry.
"It's getting late. I'm going to take a bath first." Mo Jiecheng looked unhappy and said in a strong tone, then turned around and went out.
Ji Wanrong frowned, feeling that he was very baffled.
Concubine Keli still had a faint smile on her face, and she did not blame Mo Jiecheng for his sudden actions.
Instead, he spoke to Ji Wanrong gently: "It's late at night, and I'm tired. Since Jie Cheng has gone to bathe, why don't you go too, Rong'er? There are more than one bathing place in my palace." out."
The gentle smile on Concubine Li's face made Ji Wanrong feel a little creepy for a moment.
She touched the goosebumps on her arms and stood up: "In that case, please take a good rest, the noble concubine."
Concubine Li looked at her and smiled: "Now that we have reached this point, are we still called your concubine?"
Where is this now? It was just that she and Mo Jiecheng disliked each other.
Going deeper, Mo Jiecheng insisted on drinking her footwashing water for half a month.
Ji Wanrong cursed, but smiled awkwardly: "Aunt."
Concubine Li nodded and let her go out, hiding her merit and fame.
After Ji Wanrong finished bathing and changing clothes under the service of the palace maid, he came to the room specially prepared by Concubine Li.
The room is spacious and has a large bed.
Ji Wanrong had never seen such a big bed before. She felt that if she rolled around on it, she would not fall off.
But there was only one layer of quilt on the huge bed.
Ji Wanrong stared at the quilt on the bed, frowned slightly, then lowered his head, looking at the thin and breathable clothing on his body, and suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart.
She climbed onto the bed first and grabbed the bedding.
But she felt a little strange when she saw that Mo Jiecheng had not returned yet.
With this thought in mind, he heard the door inside the house creak.
The sound of the door sounded particularly clear in the silent room.
The first thing Ji Wanrong saw was Mo Jiecheng's deep face. His whole body was covered with moisture, and his black feather-like temples were also moist.
The clothes hanging loosely on his body softened his angular face a lot.
The water droplets that have not yet been wiped off are crystal clear under the dim candlelight, running along his neck, across his Adam's apple, and into his collar, looking ascetic and sexy.
It seemed that he had been bathing for a long time, and his face was a little red.
Ji Wanrong swallowed uncontrollably.
When he entered the room, he glanced inside the room with a frown, and then began to unbuckle his belt.
Ji Wanrong's eyes widened for a moment: "Mo Jiecheng, what are you doing! Don't act like a hooligan!"
Mo Jiecheng looked at her disapprovingly: "What pride do you have that makes it worth it for me to play rogue with you?"
His voice was magnetic and a little hoarse, making him sound like he was drunk.
In the silent night, it sounded even weirder: "I just think it's too hot, don't you think? This room is too hot..."
While speaking, Mo Jiecheng had already taken off his clothes, exposing his strong chest, leaving only a pair of obscene pants.
His wheat-colored chest rose and fell slowly with his rapid breathing, and underneath was his tight abdomen.
And the drop of water slowly slid down his chest, licked his belly, and then crossed the mermaid line before finally disappearing.
Then he slowly walked to the candlelight, stretched out his long arm, and extinguished all the candlelights in the room.
The light in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared. Ji Wanrong hurriedly pulled the quilt to his chest, his eyebrows raised, "Mo Jiecheng, what do you want to do?"
His voice was low: "Don't you think it's hot to light a candle?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Wanrong felt that the bed beside him sank slightly.
Then a strong scent of fir trees lingered on the tip of Ji Wanrong's nose.
His breath was filled with heat.
Ji Wanrong felt the heat around him, and all that lingered around him was his aura.
The temperature of the room seemed to slowly rise, and his every breath and breath were clear.
She moved her butt on the bed in disgust. She thought of Concubine Li's sly smile, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
"Mo Jiecheng, I'm warning you, you can't mess with me!"
Mo Jiecheng lay beside her silently and hummed softly.
After receiving Mo Jiecheng's answer, Ji Wanrong felt a little more at ease.
There was a big stove lying next to her, and she suddenly felt a little warm.
So Ji Wanrong put down the quilt on his body, carefully walked around Mo Jiecheng's body, got out of bed and opened a window.
There was a squeaking sound, which was the sound of the window opening.
The moonlight was like water, shining on Ji Wanrong's fair skin. Her clothes were made of thin material, and her slender neck was completely exposed.
It's the same color as moonlight.
As she breathed, her chest slowly rose and fell.
Unexpectedly, Mo Jiecheng suddenly spoke again: "I realize that I just made a mistake."
"What?"
"Your capital... is quite impressive."
Mo Jiecheng's throat rolled up and down.
