On our wedding night, he personally sent me to the Regent's bed

"Pei Mochen, this snake venom flower medicine must taste delicious, right?"

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The study room of Prince Chen’s mansion.

The door of the room was closed tightly. Pei Mochen held his breath, concentrated his mind, and continued to use his internal energy to try to force out the snake venom.

But he had been taking the medicine for too long, and after trying for a long time, he could only spit out a small amount of black blood.

Fortunately, it was a chronic poison and the dosage was small, otherwise what happened just now would have caused him to lose his reproductive function.

Chunmei handed over the teacup and said with a worried look on her face, "My Lord, I am so worried. The princess is so cruel. Do you need me to help you...detoxify?"

Her fair face flushed, "I heard, I heard——"

The voice was as soft as a mosquito's: "Consummating the marriage can detoxify..."

Anyway, it's only a small amount of venom. If I can take this opportunity to perform the Zhougong ceremony with the prince, then will I still need to serve tea and water in the palace in the future?

Pei Mochen's brows were instantly twisted into a knot. What kind of filthy thing actually wanted to take the opportunity to defile him?

Is Chunmei worthy of it?

How dare a maid who has to use tooth medicine and toilet sticks repeatedly and smells so badly to covet him?

Pei Mochen's face was cruel. If it wasn't for Nanny Gui, he would have slapped Chunmei to death.

In a cold and unhappy voice, he said, "No need. I have already forced the poison out. You can go and do your work outside."

He really didn't want to see her.

Chunmei rubbed her hands awkwardly. She wanted to stay, so she could only find a topic to talk about:

"My Lord, does the princess need me to increase the daily dose of snake venom flower?"

"So she can... die faster?"

Pei Mochen: "No need, the Xichang envoy has not left yet, I will let her live for three months."

In fact, what he was more afraid of was that one day Mu Wanyan would feed the venom into his mouth again for some unknown reason. If the dosage was increased, the result would be counterproductive.

After Chunmei left, Pei Mochen kept reviewing in his mind what Mu Wanyan had done today.

Her actions cannot but make people suspicious.

She only drank a spoonful of the huge bowl of soup and fed him the rest.

Does Mu Wanyan know that he has poisoned her?

However, this idea was quickly rejected by Pei Mochen.

Such a delicate voice, such charming eyes, such a well-behaved expression... Pei Mochen smiled helplessly and said to himself:

"That femme fatale must have only intended to seduce this king."

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At the same time, Mu Wanyan was also using her internal energy to force out the poison in Jianjia Pavilion.

She had practiced martial arts since she was young, and was proficient in horse riding and archery, and had a certain amount of internal strength. Although she was not as brave and good at fighting as men, compared with women, especially the beauties of Dafeng, Mu Wanyan's physical strength was like a god.

Since she had taken three detoxification pills beforehand, Mu Wanyan quickly forced the snake venom and blood out of her body.

……

After dinner, it was time to go to bed, but Pei Mochen did not appear again.

Knowing that he was busy with various matters in the study room at the moment, Mu Wanyan smiled with her hands covering her mouth. Ha, isn't it time to send warmth to my husband again?

She asked Xiang Qin to make a bowl of mung bean soup, sprinkled some lilies and sugar on it, and poured fine ice cubes on it. Then she walked towards Pei Mochen's study with the food box in her hand.

"Your Highness, you have worked hard. I am worried about the hot weather, so I specially made a bowl of mung bean soup for you."

When Pei Mochen heard Mu Wanyan's voice, even his fingers trembled.

Could it be that this femme fatale is here to poison me again?

Mu Wanyan ignored Pei Mochen's expression, and took out the mung bean soup from the food box, scooped a spoonful and was about to put it into his mouth.

"Mung bean soup can clear away heat and reduce internal heat. It's just the right time to drink it now. Mo Chen, come and try it."

Indeed, Pei Mochen ate very little for dinner today. As it was hot today, he wanted to eat something chilled to cool off.

Smelling the refreshing mung bean soup, he instinctively wanted to open his mouth. But he was afraid that Mu Wanyan would poison him, so he could only refuse:

"Madam, please put it down for now. I am not hungry for the time being."

Mu Wanyan didn't say much, she just smiled and then stirred the mung bean soup deftly with a spoon.

In front of Pei Mochen, he swallowed a big mouthful.

The lip balm was so bright and tempting that it soon left a faint mark on the pure white porcelain spoon.

He scooped out another spoonful and handed it to Pei Mochen again.

"My Lord, I will feed you. Are you willing to drink?"

At this time, Pei Mochen was sitting and Mu Wanyan was standing. Due to the huge height difference, he only needed to tilt his head to see the seductive beauty under her thin gauze skirt.

The most terrible thing was the faint fragrance that seemed to be there and not there. What kind of spices did she use? How could it be so fragrant? So familiar?

The mung bean soup was fed into his mouth spoonful by spoonful. Pei Mochen opened his mouth to receive it, but his eyes were fixed on Mu Wanyan's stunningly beautiful face.

She has graceful eyebrows, red lips, white teeth, delicate makeup, jade-like body, ice-cold skin... and a slender waist, which is very charming.

Pei Mochen was almost drunk. Such a beautiful woman, so gentle and soft, why was Mu Wanyan a spy who came here for marriage?

She is extremely bad, but extremely beautiful, and the key is that I like her very much.

If... if she was not a spy, if she was just an ordinary woman, how great would that be?

Pei Mochen's imagination ran wild, and he was already imagining some ambiguous things in his mind.

……

After feeding her the mung bean soup, Pei Mochen was reluctant to let her go. He continued to handle his affairs and asked Mu Wanyan to help him grind the beans.

He wrote and drew on the paper, and from time to time he would secretly peek at her working hard.

She lowered her head and concentrated, revealing a piece of snow-white wrist, which was truly the most beautiful picture of a red sleeve adding fragrance to a woman's body.

Mu Wanyan's ink was ground very well: delicate, even, and smooth, without any graininess at all.

Pei Mochen couldn't help but look up at her several times. He couldn't believe that a weak woman could grind the ink block to such an effect, which was not even worse than those famous masters in Dafeng.

"What books have you read?" He became interested in her again.

"A lot." She knew that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent, but she was too lazy to pretend to be stupid anymore.

She had to act coquettishly and softly every day. If she were asked to act stupid again, Mu Wanyan was afraid that she would be exhausted to death.

Pei Mochen's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he began to recite poems with her.

From the clouds above the nine heavens to the abyss of the five oceans, the poems were as bright as stars, but she could not answer them one by one.

There was surprise and appreciation in Pei Mochen's eyes. Of course, as a schizophrenic, he was more suspicious.

He stood up and took out a fine goat hair brush from the cabinet and asked her to write small seal script. Pei Mochen really wanted to see Mu Wanyan's writing skills.

However, unexpectedly, Mu Wanyan refused to use the goat-hair brush. She borrowed the wolf-hair brush that Pei Mochen had left aside and began to dip it in ink and write.

Her face was calm and serene, her expression focused and serious, and she was completely absorbed in writing.

Time seemed to stand still. In the huge study, the only thing that could be smelled was her faint body fragrance and the rustling sound of ink.

Like a beautiful painting, Pei Mochen's eyes couldn't help but become a little blurred.

Look at her handwriting again: the strokes are sharp, the lines are smooth, the handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and the rhyme of the characters is elegant and graceful.

The calligraphy does not look like that of a delicate woman, but has the majestic momentum of soldiers marching to war.

Huh, Pei Mochen's breathing became heavy again.

His handsome eyes narrowed deeply, and he had to look again at the newly married princess.

Mu Wanyan has too many secrets and too many things that make him obsessed. Pei Mochen's heart begins to get confused.

He took the rice paper and read it carefully. Oh no, she hit him hard in the heart again.

There were only seven words written on the paper: Mo Chen, I have liked you for a long time.

How long has it been? How long has it been?