Mo Yunjing curled his lips and smiled, "There is no difference between good and bad. What I like is the real An Xuetang, the one who never takes everything seriously."

After hearing what he said, An Xuetang laughed, "A Jing, I understand what you mean, but there is something you said wrong."

Mo Yunjing raised his eyebrows slightly, "Hmm?"

"I have you in my heart, so the words you said are not correct if you don't keep everything in your heart. Ajing, you must know that as long as you and everything about you, I will put it here."

While speaking, An Xuetang reached out to cover her heart. Her big round eyes blinked, looking serious and so cute.

Mo Yunjing only felt that his heart was stagnant. How could he not love such a woman?

His increasingly deeper eyes stared at her, full of affection.

The two looked at each other silently for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Next, An Xuetang no longer stopped Mo Yunjing from pressing her calves and enjoying his "service".

But her hands were not idle either. Mo Yunjing massaged his calves, so she bent down slightly to massage his shoulders.

The two of them stayed quietly in the room until Ning'er said that they had prepared the hot water for bathing, and An Xuetang stopped Mo Yunjing.

After Ning'er put the hot water, An Xuetang went to wash first. After she came out, she saw such a pleasing scene.

At this moment, Mo Yunjing was sitting on the chair. His sitting posture was not as upright as in front of outsiders. At this moment, he leaned on the back of the chair and casually flipped the bamboo book in his hand.

Hearing the movement coming out, he raised his head slightly, and seeing her long hair still dripping with water, his sword eyebrows slightly frowned.

The next moment, he hurriedly put down the bamboo book in his hand, stood up and walked towards An Xuetang, "Why didn't you wipe your hair dry? It's cold now and it's easy to get infected with wind and cold."

While speaking, he had already taken the towel she had put on her head in his hand and wiped her gently twice.

Then he pulled her to the chair and let her sit down. He continued to wipe her long wet hair.

In An Xuetang's eyes, she only felt that she was very happy. It would be difficult for him to not fall in love with him like this.

At this moment, An Xuetang did not make a sound to break the peace between the two. She just smiled at the corner of her mouth, enjoying his tenderness that belonged to her happily.

Looking at him, countless stars seemed to shine in her eyes. Mo Yunjing's Adam's apple moved slightly, and she couldn't stand her hot eyes. After a moment of silence, she suddenly said:

"If Tangtang, I'm not polite if you look at me like this."

It is logical that when a normal wife heard his man's tolerant and extremely hoarse voice, he could guess what it meant. Unexpectedly, An Xuetang blurted out a foolish question:

"A Jing, why are you not polite to me? I didn't mess with you, why are you rude to me?"

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With her simple big eyes, Mo Yunjing smiled helplessly, shook her head slightly and said, "You will know later..."

"Well? Why do you have to wait? Let's say it now, An Xuetang, I asked myself, I really did not do anything wrong, I didn't do anything to sorry for you."

Mo Yunjing really didn't know whether she should say she was simple or stupid or cute. At this moment, she resisted the urge to carry her directly to bed.

He slowly rubbed her hair almost dry and stood up.

"You continue to wipe it, I'll wash it first."

"Okay, you go."

Although An Xuetang obediently took the towel from his hand, she did not intend to continue wiping her hair. Seeing Mo Yunjing entering the bathroom with a little anxiousness, she instantly covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

She is not a three-year-old child, and she just pretended to be stupid with Mo Yunjing. How could she not know what he meant!

There were so many things happening in the temple last night, and neither of them had the intention. Now they have returned to their own home.

This "home" was arranged by Mo Yunjing according to her preferences. She was moved in her heart. If she didn't take any action, she was afraid that she would not be able to express herself!

After laughing, An Xuetang noticed the portrait on the table. She suddenly remembered that she had obtained the portrait of Mo Yunjing's mother, but she had not studied it carefully.

What secrets are hidden in this portrait? She needs to study them carefully.

Thinking of this, An Xuetang put the towel in her hand aside, then opened the portrait and spread it on a large table.

I have to admit that the woman in the portrait looks very good, the woman's facial features are very upright, and her delicate features are so jealous.

An Xuetang sighed in his heart that Mo Yunjing's mother could not help but fall in love with the emperor who had seen countless people.

She was able to be the queen for so many years and could still push her son Mo Yunchen to the position of crown prince. In the end, the emperor discovered a "bad thing" but could not be deposed. This shows how terrifying her tricks are.

Thinking of this, An Xuetang couldn't help but sigh. Mo Yunjing's mother had all kinds of character, appearance, methods and scheming. Is such a person really "strong" in Jinchuan Temple?

How could such a smart person be so easily treated?

Or did she volunteer this from beginning to end?!

If she did it voluntarily, what kind of man could make her so do whatever it takes?

He did not hesitate to destroy the position of queen who was inferior to ten thousand people, nor did he care about the future and destiny of his two sons?

But if she was really voluntary, why would she tell the begging abbot that she was "forced"?

How credible is the words said by the begging abbot?

And the child she was pregnant with. Since she knew that the child was not the emperor, why did she give birth to a strong, offender child?

Logically speaking, with her ability and status at that time, she could get rid of the child without realizing it, but why did she keep that child?

That child is so important to her? Even if he gives his life, he will give birth to her?

Who killed the child again after breaking his legs and hands?

The answer to all this is like a mass of fog. An Xuetang has been peeling it apart layer by layer, but she still finds that there is still a fog in front of her, and she and Mo Yunjing can't get out of it.

Confused, An Xuetang picked up the portrait, and she looked at the portrait carefully, trying to get something useful from it.

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At the same time, in the deep palace, there were two people on the bed in an inconspicuous small courtyard, storming, sweating profusely, and phoenix!!
Chapter completed!