"When is the Marquis' birthday?"

Bo Ruoyou raised Shenxiu's eyes and looked at Huo Weilou without blinking. There was a bit of confusion in his eyes, and he calmed down and asked, "What are you doing when you ask for your birthday?"

Bo Ruoyou stepped back from his arms, took out a sachet from his sleeve, and then took out a talisman of peace written in cinnabar from the sachet, "This was what I asked for the Marquis at Xiangguo Temple a month ago, but I didn't know the Marquis' birthday, and it was empty inside."

Huo Weilou was so excited that he pointed to the desk not far away, "Hold paper and pen."

Bo Ruoyou took a thin wolf hair and a soft paper, turned around and spread it on the couch, and handed the pen to Huo Weilou, but Huo Weilou did not answer it, but only held her in her arms, held her hand and put it on.

A row of cursive pens falls on soft paper.

The first hour of the 21st lunar month of the 7th year of Jianhe.

After finishing the last stroke, Bo Ruoyou recited it silently in her mouth, thinking that Huo Weilou's birthday was actually winter, and she was about to let go, but Huo Weilou still held her and asked in her ear: "Where is your birthday?"

Bo Ruoyou said: "The second hour of the first lunar month of the thirteenth year of Jianhe."

After speaking, Huo Weilou held her and wrote again. The two rows of cursive scripts were settled. The two birthdays of her two were on the same side. Huo Weilou was satisfied with her and then let go. Bo Ruoyou looked at the two birthdays, and couldn't help but the ears were slightly hot. Huo Weilou put down his pen, waited for the ink to dry out, and folded the soft paper and put it in the peace talisman, "I will go to Xiangguo Temple to worship incense another day."

Ping'an Fu put it in his sachet. He looked carefully and stuffed it into his arms. Then he held her to ask about the situation in March. Bo Ruoyou told the case of the yamen and talked about some complicated and trivial matters in the new house. Gradually, his jaw leaned heavily on her shoulder.

Bo Ruoyou saw the sky full of stars outside the window, and looked back at him. His cold eyebrows were stained with the dim light of the oil lamp, and he was a little gentle. She whispered: "Mr. Marquis, it's getting late, let's take a break?"

Huo Weilou tightened his arms and rubbed his cheek against the side of her neck, making a scoundrel.

Bo Ruoyou was concerned about his wounds and did not dare to struggle. He whispered: "I'll come here soon..."

A soft sigh overflowed from Huo Weilou's throat, holding her cheek, making her turn back and kiss her. The thin lips that had lost their blood were pressed down, sucking her lips, and invading her like a siege. Undoubtedly, grinding and stirring her mouth with soft fragrance. Bo Ruoyou's breathing was chaotic, his face was red and his ears were hot, and his hands that fell on his waist were full of force, and he wanted to put her into his heart.

It was like wildfire, spreading from all limbs and bones. Bo Ruoyou's spine was limp, and people seemed to float on the waves. He controlled all the ups and downs. She half opened her confused wet eyes and only saw ** floating under Huo Wei's pupils, burning inside, trying to ignite her soul. Bo Ruoyou couldn't help but tremble, and a shy and strange desire emerged from the cracks of her bones...

At one moment, Huo Weilou suddenly separated from her.

Her eyelashes were wet, and her eyes were covered with rippling waves. She looked at him in confusion and innocently, as if he had stopped. Huo Weilou looked at her blushing cheeks, her bright red lips, and her throat rolled a few times. She spent her whole life controlling her body to suppress her emotions. Her delicate body seemed to be soft and boneless. His palm seemed to have an uncontrollable desire, and she couldn't help but grinding on her waist.

"faint--"

His voice was low and confusing. He responded like a cat, and he leaned on his chest and calmed down. He couldn't help but fall into a series of tiny kisses on her forehead.

Bo Ruoyou's cheeks were still hot when she was sent home. She looked up at the room and heard from Liang Aunt that Cheng Yunzhi had already stopped, so she did not go to greet her and went back to the boudoir.

Lying down in a shower, Bo Ruoyou felt satisfied when she returned from Huo Weilou. Thinking of all the things that were close to each other tonight, she couldn't help but pull up the brocade quilt to cover her head and face. That night she finally took a good night.

The next morning, Bo Ruoyou woke up and had breakfast, so he went to see Huo Weilou with Cheng Yun.

The mansion that lives next to each other is simple and unobtrusive, and because it is leaning against the corner of the street, it is very unattractive. The door opened and closed, and no one knows that the dignified Marquis of Wu Zhao was resting here.

When changing the dressing, Bo Ruoyou was still waiting outside. Because there was no need to clean it up, it was quick. Not long after, Cheng Yunzhi called her in, and then packed the medical box and said, "I still have to go to Lin Mansion, you can watch here."

Bo Ruoyou responded, and Cheng Yunzhi gave a few more instructions before leaving.

Huo Weilou looked at Bo Ruoyou, "What happened to the Lin family?"

"Aunt Lin fell ill. She suffered from a heart disease. I didn't know earlier that she had a dispute with the Bo family's eldest son a few days ago. She was shocked and angry and had a sudden illness. It was a little unhealthy. The adoptive father had to visit the house every day in the past few days."

Bo Ruoyou said in detail, and told the Bo family that he wanted to get married earlier. Huo Weilou stroked his finger and thoughtfully, "It is common for Bo to be convicted, and they want to put their marriage with the Lin family into practice earlier."

Bo Ruoyou didn't care. Soon the servants brought the soup and Huo Weilou drank a lot of gulp, and his face was a little more bloody than last night. Bo Ruoyou looked outside the courtyard, "Dude Fu knows that the Marquis has returned."

"I know, but I have to cover up my eyes. Now the people in the mansion are pretending that I have not returned yet."

Eunuch Fu is Huo Weilou's most confidant. If he comes here, he must be eye-catching. Although Bo Ruoyou does not understand the court, he also feels that Huo Weilou is unusual this time. "Half a month ago, Lord Sun said that Your Majesty intends to let the Second Highness take charge of the direct commander, but is it true?"

Huo Weilou held her lips and asked her to sit beside her and talk, "Your Majesty values ​​me, but she is also afraid of me. The Shishishi has not been in the early years. In recent years, all the civil and military officials in the court have been afraid of each other in the east, west, south and north. When your Majesty believes in me, these people are the eyes and ears of the emperor. If Your Majesty does not believe in me, these people are the minions of my Huo Weilou."

He suddenly remembered the old things and his voice became softer, "The same was true for commanding soldiers in the northern border in the early years. After five years, His Majesty's suspicion was violated again."

Bo Ruoyou felt his heart tense when he heard it. At this time, Huo Weilou changed his mind, "But now it is not as good as before. I was still young and my mother stayed in the capital alone. I can't disobey the will of the sacred, nor do I fear giving up power. Now..."

He chuckled and looked at her, "Now I have something to ask for. If I always give in, people will think I have lost my temper."

Bo Ruoyou blinked, "I don't understand, is the Marquis hiding now and not sending him out, so he wants to retreat to advance..."

He couldn't help but hug her on his knees, and his jaw rubbed against her shoulders. "If you say retreating as an advance, it would be better to say that you should watch the fire from the other side of the river. People in the world think that I have the power of today with my mother's surname Zhao. Zhao Xi was in his 10th year and was favored by His Majesty. He was unwilling to accept it. He probably thought that he was the bloodline of the Zhao family, and I was only a foreign surname. Since this was the case, he asked him to try it. When he couldn't take it and injured his hand, he would no longer dare to covet it."

His voice was gentle, but his words were sharp, and there was an unstoppable look between his eyebrows and eyes. He used to be a person who was not close to others, but now he has retreated from the coldness and harshness in front of her. Only the rebelliousness of Wu Zhaohou of the Great Zhou Dynasty, his temperament did not arise because of his noble family background, nor was it destroyed because of his surname Zhao. It was born with it. After being tempered by the beacon, he belonged to him, Huo Weilou, at the moment of Wuchen.

Bo Ruoyou looked at him with bright eyes, his eyes floating, and Huo Weilou couldn't help but peck on her lips, "Do you want to seduce me when you look at me like this?"

Bo Ruoyou pressed against his chest, "When will the marquis watch?"

"As little as ten days, more than a month." At this point, he suddenly frowned, as if he thought of something that made him dissatisfied.

Bo Ruoyou only said that there was any omission, but saw Huo Weilou staring at her and said, "It's just that, but it's going to be a serious matter."

"What's the matter?" Bo Ruoyou's expression was tight.

Huo Weilou's eyes are full of great importance, "The marriage is granted."

Bo Ruoyou breathed lightly, and his red lips moved slightly, but he didn't know how to respond to him for a moment. Huo Weilou stroked her cheek and whispered in a bewitching tone: "If you don't speak, then I'll say you agree."

Bo Ruoyou's eyes rolled around and was about to hesitate to speak, but Huo Weilou suddenly held her jaw and kissed her, swallowing all the words she wanted to say.

She moaned like a protest and was soon confused by Huo Weilou's kiss.

Huo Weilou was hidden in the city, and the court was in turmoil. Ning Xiao, the deputy commander, went south for more than a month, but there was still no trace of Wu Zhaohou. The rumors about Wu Zhaohou's burial in the southwest became increasingly fierce. The second highness Zhao Xi obtained the power of the direct envoy as he wished.

However, he did not ask the driver to ask for it, and the emperor was unable to do anything, and he wanted to use the Zhizhishi to eliminate dissidents. In just a few days, he self-righteously revealed several old cases, implicating more than a dozen officials in court, and even the secrets of the Huang family that had not been released. Naturally, he did not expect that these cases fell on the Jianhe Emperor's case, which immediately caused Long Yan to be furious.

Although the poison of the southwest suppressed the golden ointment was initially effective, the mountain people really started to rebel. The garrison was blocked by the mountains and could not suppress it. In the past, Huo Weilou was there, and he could plan to defend the enemy outside and check and balance the officials inside. Now Huo Weilou is not aware of his life and death, and Emperor Jianhe was in a state of great difficulty.

Seeing that the inside and outside the capital were in chaos, the news that Huo Weilou was still alive was finally sent to Chongzheng Hall.

Emperor Jianhe saw a life-saving straw, and he would take back the direct envoy's command from Zhao Xi, waiting for Huo Weilou to arrive in the capital. Zhao Xi was impeached by the aristocratic clans at this time, and he wanted to throw away this hot potato. But even so, his reputation in the court plummeted, and his arrogant arrogance had been destroyed earlier, which made the eldest prince, who had always been depressed and unsuccessful, benefited.
Chapter completed!