Chapter 1293
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At that time, he had just ascended to the throne and was busy with the affairs of the country. He didn't have the time to interact with her properly and he had always thought that she would slowly recover.
Although she was born seductive, she was naive and romantic. She was a girl with a good personality and was easy to coax.
But he had never imagined that she would quietly conceive for ten months and give birth to his son. Then, she obediently completed her confinement period. On the day that she could finally get off the bed, she put on a black cloak and ran off without saying a word to him.
He chased her for a thousand miles. Yellow sand billowed, and her resolute figure disappeared from his sight.
She didn't look back at all.
She left in a suave and decisive manner. She didn't even give him a chance to speak and didn't leave any room for reconciliation.
That parting lasted for a whole 24 years.
Murong Jiancheng pushed her away and reprimanded her in a low voice. "Stop fooling around."
Bei Yuewu looked at him. She had bitten his lips in two places and blood was seeping out. He was a man in his forties, but he had a dignified aura that exuded a sense of abstinence.
She loved it the most when he pretended to be old-fashioned. In the past, Murong Lang had captivated countless young girls, but he was just a straight block of wood. He did not understand the concept of gentleness, nor did he know how to flirt. It was really a waste of his handsome face and supreme status and power.
Of course, she was also infatuated with this blockhead back then.
Bei Yuewu suddenly smiled. She leaned in and licked the blood at the corner of his lips.
Murong Jiancheng's breathing was unsteady, but he still reprimanded her. "Are you going to fool around again?"
"You're a hypocrite. You don't want to talk, but your body is so honest!"
Bei Yuewu wiggled her waist.
Murong Jiancheng quickly held her waist, wanting to kiss her lips.
Bei Yuewu avoided him.
Murong Jiancheng froze.
"You're so bold now. We're outside. Do you want to have sex with me outside?"
Murong Jiancheng's ears turned red at her reminder.
Bei Yuewu still liked his blockhead look. If she hadn't forced him to marry her, he would probably only know how to be on top and how much Dongfang Qing had taken advantage of him.
She quickly grabbed his red ears and ordered, "Carry me to the room."
"…"
Murong Jiancheng had nowhere to vent his anger. He had wanted to teach her a lesson after capturing her, but this demoness only knew how to seduce men. She hadn't changed even after so many years, and now she had the upper hand.
He was the dignified ruler of a country, but he was actually pinched by her nose and two of his ears.
"Let go! What would happen if others saw it? "
"I won't let go. Hubby, hug me, hug me!"
"…"
Murong Jiancheng wanted to push her down, but her soft body coiled around him like a water snake. The friction through their clothes made his blood boil.
Why didn't she age at all?
Murong Jiancheng looked at her face and pinched her waist. He felt that she was just as attractive and seductive as before.
He took off and carried her into the room.
…
In the room, Murong Jiancheng placed Bei Yuewu on the bed and she rolled onto the bed.
She took a look. This was the bridal chamber where they got married. He had been sleeping here all these years. There were two pillows on the bed. She felt that the pillow inside was a little familiar. It seemed to be the pillow she used when she got married.
There was a clean masculine scent under the blanket. There wasn't any hint of a vixen at all.
Bei Yuewu's gaze softened. She reached for the pillow and buried her face in it, reminiscing about the past.
Murong Jiancheng looked at her. She was lying on the bed and the manservant clothes she was wearing were very loose. Now, one side of the collar had slid down from her shoulder, revealing her red dudou.
A thin red ribbon hung around her neck. Her skin was snow-white and her figure was voluptuous. She was the Madam of Ah Jiao's Room, a seductress of the generation back then. Lying on the bed in a casual posture, her slender waist was deeply indented, her hips were exposed and her legs were long and slender. She was extremely alluring.
Murong Jiancheng suddenly felt his nose heat up, as though it was going to bleed.
At this moment, Bei Yuewu had already finished reminiscing. She looked sideways at him with her beautiful eyes. "What are you waiting for? Come over."
She patted the bed beside her.
Murong Jiancheng hesitated for a moment. It was really awkward. He refused to accept the current development of the situation. They shouldn't be like this.
He stood by the bed, his voice low and stern. "Let's talk about the mistake you made back then. If you hadn't run away on your own, Ming 'er wouldn't have gone missing. Country A lost the Crown Prince and the country's foundation was shaken. Ever since then, the dukes have been divided and the world has been embroiled in chaos. Bei Yuewu, do you know what you've done wrong?"
Bei Yuewu sat up and looked at him. "Murong Jiancheng, are you out of your mind? You've always been obsessed with the fact that I ran away on my own, but you still can't find out who it was that stole Ming 'er while we were away from the Palace. This person is the mastermind behind all of this!"
Murong Jiancheng's brows sank. He had massacred the East Palace and killed hundreds of people in front of the Palace. The person who had stolen Ming 'er had confessed. That incident had been completely forgotten.
"What do you mean?"
Bei Yuewu raised her brows and said a name. "Dongfang Wanqing!"
Murong Jiancheng's deep almond-shaped eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. "Why are you mentioning Wanqing again? It can't be her. "
"Then let's not talk about it anymore." Bei Yuewu jumped down from the bed and reached out to help him take off his black coat.
Murong Jiancheng pressed her hand down. "Let's talk things out. Don't get physical."
Bei Yuewu's eyes shifted and she took off his coat. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back, causing him to fall onto the bed.
She climbed onto the bed and lay in his arms. "If I can use my hands, I won't use my mouth."
"…"
Murong Jiancheng knew that she was full of nonsense and he couldn't win against her in an argument. He couldn't be bothered to argue with her. Now that she was lying in his arms obediently and didn't quarrel with him, he felt his entire body go soft.
When he was young, he loved her. He loved how gentle she was and how passionate she was.
"Murong Jiancheng, did you miss me all these years?" Bei Yuewu stretched out her finger and drew circles on his muscular chest.
"I didn't miss you," Murong Jiancheng replied without hesitation.
"You really didn't miss me?" Bei Yuewu's hand slid down and she lifted her head to kiss his chin.
Murong Jiancheng's Adam's apple bobbed. He quickly flipped over and pinned her under him. He bent over and kissed her on the lips.
Bei Yuewu didn't push him away. Instead, she hugged his neck.
Murong Jiancheng kissed her lips for a while and his tongue started to move.
This time, Bei Yuewu pushed him away. "How old are you? You're still thinking about French kisses?"
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