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Even though she promised never to mention it again, Ling Moxiao still didn't believe it and insisted on taking out the contract and destroying it before returning to the room.

Shen Dongsu had no choice but to agree that the contract was valid for gentlemen. It was obvious that His Highness Prince Ling was becoming less and less of a gentleman in front of her.

Ling Moxiao chuckled and pulled the thick bath towel on one side to wrap her up. She really couldn't play anymore because she would get cold easily.

The same thing goes for waiting until you get back to a warm room to continue.

While helping her wipe her hair, Ling Mo Xiao suddenly lay on her shoulder, kissed her earlobe and said, "Actually, I'm very happy."

Shen Dongsu said: "I am also very happy. The prince can come back before the year, and there is news about my cousin."

Ling Moxiao chuckled, shook his head and said, "I'm not happy about this."

Shen Dongsu turned around in confusion: "Why is that?"

Ling Moxiao kissed her lips smoothly: "I'm happy, Susu is jealous of me."

Shen Dongsu pushed him hard, fearing that if the two of them got closer, his bestiality would come out again.

At the same time, I am very speechless. There are so many things that make you happy in Youzhou City, but you are so happy for such a small thing!

Besides, I told you I'm not jealous...

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Ling Moxiao turned into the cold-faced and dignified His Highness Prince Ling. No one could tell what this man had just done inside.

Shen Dongsu felt her feet were soft and her body was soft, and she walked very slowly. Ling Moxiao glanced at her and pursed his lips slightly, not caring about the maids nearby.

He bent down and hugged the person horizontally: "Go back to the room quickly, don't freeze."

There were a few noble ladies who heard that Prince Ling had returned to the house and were quietly hiding nearby, preparing to meet the prince by chance. When they saw the situation, no one dared to come out rashly.

His Royal Highness Prince Ling is indeed very handsome. Compared with the one he saw from a distance when he was riding a horse and decisively killing in the city, it was even more impressive.

Those phoenix eyes were so noble yet cold, making people afraid to get close to her. But when he lowered his eyes to look at the woman in his arms, his cold eyes instantly became gentle and caring.

Just like the ice and snow melting, the flowers are fragrant.

Didn’t he say that King Ling didn’t favor the princess? Didn't it mean that Princess Ling had not been pregnant for a long time because Prince Ling disliked her for being a peasant girl?

What's the explanation for the scene before me? Prince Ling held her as if he were holding the most precious treasure in the world.

The way Prince Ling looked at her was like a thousand-year-old iceberg, devoting all the warmth and spring in his heart to her.

The noble ladies watched infatuatedly as Ling Moxiao walked away with Shen Dongsu in his arms. Yue Jian sneered, she deliberately let these noble ladies peek.

Don't think that you haven't heard their private discussions, saying that the prince doesn't love the princess. As long as she can see the prince, the prince will definitely like her.

Now you see it! In the eyes of the prince, there can be no other woman except the princess!

What you see with your own eyes is thousands of times more trustworthy than what you hear from hearsay.

After returning to the room, Ling Moxiao used a thick cotton towel to twist Dong Su's hair again and warned:

"You should wash your hair less in the future. If you catch a cold, it will be uncomfortable in the cold winter months."

Women in this era washed their hair at most once a month in winter, and considered it a beauty if their hair was oily and could hold various hairpins.

Even when there is no oil, various kinds of hair oils will be applied to achieve the goal. Beauty is beautiful, but if someone touches their hair, their hands will be stained with oil.

Shen Dongsu couldn't stand it anymore, so she made her own shampoo and washed it every five days at most.

She turned to look at Ling Mo Xiao and said with a smile: "Your Majesty likes to play with my hair, why don't you wash it clean?"

This... rogue likes to stroke Wen Wen's long hair the most.

She also likes her long hair to be wrapped around her forearms, or her fingers to be pushed into the back of her head, and then her head is fixed...

If there is oil on one end, it will be very disappointing!

The cotton towel was at most 60% dry, and the roots of her hair were rubbed with essential oil, and then she wrapped them in a dry hair cap that she had sewn herself.

The couple's tender time has officially come to an end, and they begin to discuss business matters.

First, take out the horsewhip Brother Xiaopan sent back and the decrypted letter.

Ling Moxiao said approvingly: "If there wasn't such a way to record secret letters, this letter would never have been sent."

"My wife is so talented! I admire her husband."

Shen Dongsu was making milk tea for him. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Of course I know I am talented. Your Majesty, you don't have to mention it all the time. You'd better read the letter quickly!"

The corner of Ling Moxiao's mouth twitched. He reacted like this when he heard other compliments. He was probably the only lady in the world.

However, Ling Moxiao liked it very much.

As soon as I returned to Dong Su, the precautions, burdens, pressures, etc. from outside seemed to disappear.

It seems that I can draw warmth and strength from her side. As long as I stay with her for a while, no matter how complicated the situation is, it won't be difficult.

She has a kind of power that no one else has, a strength that goes forward without fear. Never complain, never complain, never accuse.

If the road is uneven, step on it. There are thousands of ditches on the road, but I can easily move forward.

Ling Moxiao couldn't even imagine the days without Dong Su. During that period of life, it was gloomy, the sky was always rainy, and the earth was always dirty.

His soul was so tortured by his illness that he could neither survive nor die. He seemed to be wrapped in an abyss that would never see the light of day.

Until Dong Su came, she used her tiny strength to pull him out of the abyss bit by bit...

Feeling Ling Moxiao's burning eyes, Shen Dongsu put the brewed milk tea on the table in front of him:

"Prince, don't look at me, look at the letter! My cousin is still waiting for us to rescue him!"

Ling Moxiao finally came back to his senses, laid out the map, clicked a few red dots according to what was written in the letter, and then said with a smile:

"He doesn't want us to rescue him. Instead, he wants to follow the tribe and explore where they moved."

Shen Dongsu was stunned for a moment: "But my cousin's body will be ruined by the Tatar tribe sooner or later."

Ling Moxiao sighed softly and said: "Since I have known Xiu Jin, I have always felt that he has a strong tendency to self-destruct. He is only afraid of dying too mediocre and wants to die spectacularly."

"He has made up his mind. Even if I lead troops to kill the tribe at this moment, he will not come back with me. Instead, he will continue to lurk in northern Xinjiang."

Shen Dongsu's eyes were already wet. She didn't know what Brother Xiao Pan was thinking.

Ever since he learned that he had inherited the madness that ran in his family, he began to live every day as if it were his last.

The pillar that kept him alive was first to save Sister A Yuan, and then to work for Prince Ling, to provide stability for A Yuan and his mother for the rest of their lives.

After coming to Youzhou, he seemed to be calm all the time, but in fact he was always looking for an opportunity that would make him fearless and crazy.

That encounter with the Tatars was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Shen Dongsu said softly: "There is also Sister Ayuan. Sister Ayuan will definitely make my cousin change his mind and be willing to live."

Ling Mo Xiao felt that he could understand Mo Xiujin's psychology. It could be said that he had the same mentality when he was tortured by illness before meeting Dong Su.

Death, unwilling to accept it. Live, but there is no hope.

I just want to do something, go crazy once, and die spectacularly.

Fortunately, when he was at his most desperate, he met Dong Su.

"Based on the news sent back by Xiu Jin, the Tatars will not attack Youzhou for the time being. The best time for us to attack is next April."