As soon as he came back from the shooting field, Xiao Changyi took a bath; An Jing sat by the bath pool and watched Xiao Changyi stand in the middle of the bath pool to take a bath.

The mist was hazy and misty, Xiao Changyi was handsome and handsome, and had a good figure. He was placed in the middle of the pool, like a banished immortal.

However, An Jing now has no time to appreciate the beauty of her husband. She just stared at the scars on her husband's body. No matter which one it was, it made her heart feel awkward, causing pain.

Her lips were also pursed, tight.

Xiao Changyi found that An Jing's expression was a little wrong, so he stopped taking a shower for the time being. He walked to the edge of the pond, raised his left hand, and stroked her tightly pursed lips with distinct and slender fingers, gently rubbing it.

When her lips stopped pursing, he asked her: "What's wrong?"

An Jing didn't care whether there was water on Xiao Changyi's body. She hugged Xiao Changyi's neck and buried her face between Xiao Changyi's neck. After a while, she said depressedly: "Mr., the emperor told me some of your past events..."

Xiao Changyi pursed his cold lips slightly, and then said lightly: "He is old and he is very long-winded."

"Puff." An Jing laughed out loud when she was teased, and her mood was not as heavy as before. Then, she asked with a funny look: "Why, he wasn't talking long-winded when he was young?"

"I don't know, he got old when I knew him."

"Didn't you meet him eight years ago? He was only forty-five at that time, so he was not old, right?" An Jing felt even more amused.

Without waiting for Xiao Changyi to speak, An Jing remembered something, "I forgot that most men here are grandpas at the age of forty!" That forty-five is indeed old.

Then, An Jing looked at him with some displeasure, "You will divert my attention!"

Xiao Changyi pecked her lips and said, "You should remember, I said, my life has just begun since I met you, and no matter what, you don't need to worry about me in the past."

"I don't want to mind either, but when I think of you...I will..." An Jing became depressed again.

His eyes moved downwards and looked at the scars on his body. Then, An Jing simply stopped sitting by the pool, jumped into the pool water, and stood in the pool face to face with him.

She was still wearing clothes, but the underside was soaked with pool water, but she ignored it and looked at the scar on his body with distress. Finally, she couldn't help but kissed the fatal scar on his heart.

It was as if it was kissing his heart, which shocked him so much.

Xiao Changyi's body stiffened, and then he grabbed her chin, blocked her lips, and pressed her against the pool wall, deeply entangled.

An Jing responded enthusiastically to him.

No one dared to come in at all, and Xiao Changyi didn't care. As he kissed, all the clothes on her body were taken off by him. The two met without reservation, except for the fit of their bodies, the fit of their hearts, and the fit of their souls.

The real you have me, and I have you.

And everything, no need to say much.

If I don't say it, you understand.

...

"Prince, the emperor asked you to go to the imperial study room to discuss important matters!"

On this day, An Jing planned to go to see the imperial garden that was once ruined by her husband to become a vegetable field. Emperor Xiyun said that her husband had grown a lot of cabbage in the imperial garden, which made her even more curious about the imperial garden and wanted to go and take a look.

Even though the Imperial Garden has been restored to the Imperial Garden, she still wants to go and have a look.

But before she and her husband walked out of Fenghua Hall, the eunuch Guan Fu, the eunuch who was beside Emperor Xiyun, came to report this sentence.
Chapter completed!