Rebirth is back for you

Jing Ran stared for a long while, and had nothing to say, so he could only hug him viciously, lowered his head and said with a straight face, "Sleep!"

Changsun Qimu sighed lazily through his nose, leaned half-reclined in Jingran's arms, twisted a strand of her hair back and forth between his fingers, closed his eyes and said, "My dear daughter-in-law, you are so vicious! How can I be able to fall asleep if I'm hugging me?"

Jing Ran smiled coldly, looked down at her, put his arms on the ground softly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you satisfied now, Your Highness?"

"Not very satisfied." Changsun Qimu closed his eyes carefully, and said lightly: "Look at you, you don't even know how to pat me and sing a song to coax me. Usually, Jiang Baixi always calls me Mu Mu Mu Yes, I see you are a piece of wood."

Jing Ran: "..."

"Why, I'm not right?" Changsun Qimu raised his head suddenly, blinked and said, "Then you sing a song and listen to it, and pat me while you sing, maybe I will fall asleep when you pat me. "

Jing Ran lowered her head and said angrily, "Why didn't I know you were so difficult to serve before the big wedding?"

The eldest grandson Qimu sneered, and suddenly poked his fingers into Jing Ran's lapel, looked back at her, and said, "Why, the Ming media is marrying back, and Jing Shizi still thinks about it?"

"Don't make trouble!" Jing Ran gasped, and quickly grabbed her restless hand, but compromised: "I have a fierce wife in my family, I dare not."

"You actually said that I am a fierce wife." Changsun Qimu pinched Jing Ran's waist with the hand that was not held, his eyes wavered as if to blame, and he said with a half-smile: "My dear daughter-in-law, what are you doing?" I know, how will the shrewd wife punish you now?"

"I don't want to know that I don't listen." Jing Ran hissed, and quickly pinched her other hand, lowered her head and glared, "I think you are going to be punished, you should go to sleep now, or— —”

"Otherwise, what?" Changsun Qimu looked lightly.

Otherwise it won't matter.

Jing Ran's face was serious, his low eyes suddenly became deep, and he said in a low voice: "Otherwise, don't sleep, if you beg for mercy for a while, you won't be given sleep."

Changsun Qimu felt the fingertips rubbing against his legs suddenly: "..."

Jing Ran just hooked it lightly, and when he touched the warmth that almost melted on his fingertips in an instant, he also said: "..."

"What were you thinking just now, huh?" After a more subtle pause, Jing Ran lowered his head, leaned close to Changsun Qimu's closed eyelashes, and asked in a low voice.

Changsun Qimu turned his face slightly, but did not answer.

Jing Ran deliberately hugged her to the soft part of her chest, smelling the clean and refreshing fragrance on her body, moved her fingertips slightly, kissed her and said, "Don't talk?"

The eldest grandson Qimu froze, and suddenly reached into Jingran's close-fitting soft robe unexpectedly, "..."

Jing Ran: "..."

"My dear daughter-in-law, what do you want... to touch?" Jing Ran suddenly laughed, and took the time to look at the calm and stiff face of Changsun Qimu, and his subordinates moved again maliciously.

For the first time, Changsun Qimu's face showed a look that Jing Ran had never seen before, which can only be described as...subtle.

She turned her head away suddenly, closed her eyes and said in a low voice: "You are my wife, we haven't seen each other for a few days, I want to... do some intimate things with you, what's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be intimate with me." Jing Ran took her into a comfortable position with pity, as if he was practicing it, and his hands gently comforted her, while kissing her thin lips and mumbled: "However, you are not a sincere and good daughter-in-law. Just now you asked me to sing to lull you to sleep, right?"

"..." Changsun Qimu was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned up and leaned against Jing Ran's side, bowing his head and kissing her as if he didn't want to answer.

"Don't move around!" Jing Ran immediately suppressed his expression, grabbed her weak and boneless waist, and put her back in his arms.

After thinking about it, she unsheathed her skirt and looked at the wound on her heart.

Grandson Qimu: "..."

Jing Ran asked her to avoid the wound and rest on her left shoulder, and Yan Yan'er pulled her up with her left hand, and lowered her head with a smile, "You can't kiss if you don't admit it."

They have been intimate for several times, and the two have already become familiar with each other. Jing Ran easily and properly pinched the still restless hands and feet of the person in his arms one by one, and with one free hand, he probed into her nightgown measuredly, rhythmically Wander and stroke.

Changsun Qimu lowered his eyes to see that he was perfectly avoiding the wound, and lightly cupped his tender fingers on the soft part of his chest, and finally nestled into Jingran's arms as if giving up, letting her breathe slightly chaotically.

Jing Ran just didn't let her go, and didn't go in, but said in a hoarse voice provocatively outside: "Mian'er, tell me, were you playing hard to get?"

"So what?" Although Changsun Qimu took a light and forbearing breath, he leaned close to Jing Ran's collarbone and kissed it.

Jing Ran gave a very soft "hmm", not as if she was responding, but as if she was groaning softly when she was equally emotional. She drew back her eyebrows, lowered her eyes, and looked carefully at the place in her arms. The slightly pink cheeks, neck, and delicate collarbone...

"Not much, it's just..." Sliding in a place that was light, warm and moist, the two sighed softly at the same time, Jing Ran hugged her eldest grandson Qimu tightly, bowed her head and kissed and bit her earlobe, panting softly Said: "Just thinking about it, taking advantage of the time when I lost my memory, you bullied me in every possible way, um... but I taught you in the past."

Changsun Qimu buried his head in Jing Ran's shoulder completely, panting vaguely with her movements.

The stove that gets up early in the house is slightly warm and lightly smoky, which isolates the cold outside after the rain.

Jing Ran contentedly kissed the hair of the person curled up in her arms for a long time, moved it to her ear and said softly: "Call again, senior sister... I'll listen."

Changsun Qimu's clear phoenix eyes sparkled with waves of warm mist, and his long wet eyelashes trembled, but he didn't make a sound.

"Huh?" Jing Ran stepped back, closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Shall I shout?"

Her softness, her pampering, her unknown charm, and the meager affection she had in her three lifetimes of cold nature, were all given to her, and now she is the person who is properly handling her.

So there is nothing that can't be given to her, and nothing that can't be done.

With a soft and gentle smile on his lips, Changsun Qimu moved his thin lips and said in a waxy voice, "...Senior Sister."

Jing Ran's eyes darkened suddenly, and the gentle and meticulous caressing movement suddenly exerted force, deeply, entangled, and probed in.

……

A thought of pampering, a moment of joy.

Not long after the shallow end, the person who was already strong in her arms fell asleep exhaustedly, Jing Ran lowered her eyelashes, swept over the untouched wound on her heart, and gently hugged her up.

Seeing someone walking around in the house again, Qingtang slightly warmed her ears and fell out of the window: "Young Master."

Jing Ran looked down at the sleeping face of the person in his arms, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"There are two things." Qingtang saw the figures of the two standing and hugging each other through the shadow of the window, and quickly looked away: "First, we did not succeed in strangling the 20 soldiers and horses of King Kanggu of Xiyan. The second princess Ye Gui led 20 soldiers to join the battle at a critical moment, and rescued the king of Xiyan. We lost [-] soldiers, and Xiyan and Nanjiang lost [-] in the end."

Although Jing Ran was slightly surprised, he still nodded and said, "Got it."

Her original purpose was not to intervene in the war, what she wanted was to take this person back in her arms smoothly.So no matter who wants to obstruct it, she will not be soft at all.

However, Tongcheng's 20 soldiers and horses could not be given to Kang Gu as appetizers for nothing, so she unexpectedly mobilized the 20 private soldiers buried by Changsun Qimu on the border, and strangled Kang Gu twice.

Ye Gui's appearance was considered an accident, but after a match with no leader to direct, Qingyue can be regarded as a small victory, not a loss.

Seeing that Jingran didn't have any special instructions, Qingtang said, "The second thing is that we intercepted a blue bird that just flew over from Yubaipo. It seems to be here to deliver a message."

Yubaipo is the camp where Wuli and Qingyue each have 50 troops stationed. It seems that Jin Yang has just woken up.

And she wakes up.

It also means-knowing your choice.

Jing Ran glanced at the long eyelashes of the person in his arms that trembled slightly, raised his sleeves and swept open the window, squinting to look over.

What Qingtang was holding was Jin Yang's green falcon.

And what fell at Qing Falcon's feet was a red amulet she once gave to Jin Yang as a gift of marriage.

This was also the only thing she gave Jin Yang.

She seemed to still be able to recall, how many years ago, when the little junior sister who had just passed the age, lowered her head and put this thing in her bosom properly, the corners of her eyes and brows were full of curves.

Now after a long period of time, this thing that always carried her affection - after all, returned to her hands.

The corners of Jing Ran's lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes fell on Qing Falcon's feet for a long time, the emotions in his eyes were hazy and hard to distinguish, and he didn't move at all.

Qingtang obviously understood Jin Yang's meaning, holding the green falcon in her heart with a sigh, looked at Jingran and said: "Young master..."

"Untie the things and put the green falcon back." Jing Ran withdrew his gaze, gave a command with a blank face, and walked behind the screen without looking back, holding his eldest grandson Qimu.

The author has something to say: I hope I won’t be slapped, bye bye, Amen