Chapter 91: Su Luo pounces on him: I want to kiss him!
At today's military parade, the Jin Suwei were stronger than he expected.
Even if His Majesty wakes up, even if the Queen Mother regains control of the military power, she will not be able to restrain Jin Suwei.
Thinking of this, Mo Jin casually drew "王" on her forehead and painted her face into a little cat.
The cool and fragrant pen swept across her cheek, leaving behind moist ink, which finally dried into a mark. Mo Jin stared at her for a while, and the corners of his mouth turned up, and he laughed happily.
When he heard his own laughter, he was stunned and his smile quickly faded.
He wasn't used to laughing like that yet.
Or perhaps, he had never laughed like this since his mother died.
When you smile happily, it's like a refreshing warm current flowing through your heart.
Mo Jin's expression quickly calmed down and he ignored the joy.
He felt that he shouldn't laugh.
Anything that can affect his emotions, whether good or bad, should be discarded, so that he will not be trapped by emotions and manipulated by others.
Su Luo wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth blankly: "Your Highness looks so good when he smiles."
Her pupils dilated slightly, and she was stunned. She poked Mo Jin's mouth with her hand: "Why aren't you smiling?"
"I don't like to laugh. I don't like to laugh." Mo Jin threw her hand away.
Su Luo, with her pretty face like a calico cat, came forward, boldly cupped Mo Jin's face, and kissed him. She said infatuatedly, "Such a beautiful mouth, and I'm the one kissing it."
“…” Sometimes Mo Jin really couldn’t understand the silly woman in front of him.
"open."
Su Luo held his thin lips with both hands, squeezed them into an O shape, and kissed him several times: "I won't let go."
Mo Jin gently pushed her away, but couldn't. Su Luo fell on him like a mangy dog, holding his face and kissing him non-stop, and he couldn't stop her.
"Su Luo, you are so outrageous."
"Hmph, be as rude as you want." Su Luo became more aggressive.
Mo Jin laughed without warning, his chest vibrating slightly. He raised his hand to rub her head, ruffling her hair into a mess: "If you continue to be so presumptuous, I'll twist your hair into a mess."
Su Luo thought he was joking, but when Mo Jin really picked up the scissors and twisted a lock of hair——
She rolled down quickly and angrily said to Mo Jin, "It's fine if you don't let me kiss you, but why are you twisting my hair? Has the prince never kissed me before? Has he kissed me less?"
Mo Jin snorted and scolded her with a smile: "You have such a mouth..."
Su Luo sat at another table in the room, the abacus clacking away. As she concentrated on keeping accounts, the corners of her mouth curled up with satisfaction.
She had just been fooling around with Mo Jin, and only became more and more unrestrained after observing his words and expressions and finding that he could accept it.
She repeatedly tested Mo Jin's bottom line and played tricks on him, just to see how far Mo Jin would go in taking the bait.
Everything has a purpose, rather than being done arbitrarily.
He never let her kiss him, but she insisted on kissing him, and Mo Jin didn't get angry. It seemed that Su Luo was half successful.
Thinking of this, Su Luo smiled happily.
It’s not that Mo Jin wanted to come to Su Luo’s boudoir to handle official business, but he felt that he could sleep more soundly here.
During the time he was recruiting soldiers for the Jin Suwei Army, he hardly ever had a good night's sleep, sleeping only one or two hours every night.
But he didn't bring any very important memorials to review. He just picked up some insignificant ones and brought them to Su Luo to deal with.
This process lasted from daytime to midnight. Su Luo banged the abacus louder and louder, bang bang bang. He could even hear Su Luo banging the abacus as if she was angry.
"?" Mo Jin frowned and looked up, realizing how late it was. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"
"I'm using the abacus to calculate how much time has passed since 3:15 PM until 1:15 PM, how long it will take until dawn, and when His Majesty can go to bed."
Su Luo said resentfully with dark circles under her eyes. She was so sleepy that she lay on the table. She really didn't have the energy to stay up late with Mo Jin.
Mo Jin glanced at the dark night sky outside and felt that it was indeed late. He walked over and hugged Su Luo around the waist: "Who asked you to wait for me?"
"If I really go to sleep alone, the prince will pull my face and flick my forehead." Su Luo curled up sleepily, snuggled into his arms, and grabbed his sleeves with her hands.
Seeing her like this, Mo Jin felt pity for her. He put her on the bed, covered her with bedding, and touched her head: "Go to sleep."
"What about you?" Su Luo opened her eyes wide and blinked.
"Here." Mo Jin pointed to the pile of memorials.
"Okay." Su Luo burrowed deeper into the quilt, buried her head, and muttered, "I can't sleep with the light on."
Mo Jin laughed, extinguished the glass lamp, lit a small oil lamp the size of a bean, placed it close to his hand, and reviewed the memorials one by one.
When wax dripped onto the paper, he moved to the side. When the light was too dim and hurt his eyes and he couldn't see clearly, Mo Jin picked up the letter and placed it next to the fire to look at it closer.
When it was bright outside, Su Luo kicked off the quilt.
Mo Jin hesitated, then clumsily put the quilt back on her, more gently than before.
Su Luo felt warm in her heart, and her fingertips curled slightly imperceptibly.
She kicked the quilt on purpose, but she didn't expect Mo Jin to cover it for her.
She was very touched, but it was also really hot. Su Luo was so sleepy that she fell asleep without even taking off her outer clothes. She was sweating profusely, but Mo Jin covered her tightly.
Su Luo kicked the quilt again.
Mo Jin covered it again.
“…” Su Luo kicked the quilt to the ground.
Mo Jin lifted the quilt and stared at Su Luo speechlessly, wondering why she was so restless when sleeping.
Just as Mo Jin was about to cover himself with the quilt again, Su Luo suddenly sat up, hooked her arms around his neck, blew out the oil lamp, and pulled him onto the bed: "No quilt, let's sleep together."
…
The next day at dawn.
Su Luo wanted to get up, but she saw Mo Jin sleeping soundly in her arms, with thick eyelashes drooping down and a handsome and peaceful face in his sleep.
She suddenly felt compassion.
Without any thoughts of plotting against Mo Jin, she gently held him in her arms.
By the time Mo Jin got up, it was already noon.
He sat up in shock, frowned, and asked in disbelief, "What time is it?"
Su Luo rubbed her hand that was numb from the pillow: "Qingxue just came to report that it was three quarters after noon."
Mo Jin lifted the quilt, grabbed a stack of folders, and left through the window.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness." Chen Song came hurriedly, his face full of worry, his voice a little hoarse.
He had been imitating bird calls all day from dawn until now, but he still couldn't call out the prince.
Mo Jin naturally knew that he had made a mistake.
Several prefects in the south jointly reported that a group of spies from the State of Yan had disguised themselves as merchants and sneaked into the capital.
I want to intercept it myself today, but——
It's a mistake.
"Has Qin Zhengyu gone?" Mo Jin's face was solemn.
"Your Highness, we have placed an insider at the city gate and arrested several forgers of pass certificates. We have also tracked down the Yan people who entered the capital with fake certificates."
"To catch a big fish with a long line, my subordinates wanted to find out who the traitor was who was collaborating with them, so they let them into Beijing on purpose. But I didn't expect..." Chen Song hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not.
"explain!"
"This group of Yan people entered the Shanhe Inn, owned by the Su family." Chen Song's face was serious. "Su's father has been confirmed to be collaborating with the enemy. Although we are investigating the truth,... the Su family has not yet cleared the suspicion. Do you think the Su family is still collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country?"
His words were meaningful.
Now the only ones left in the Su family are the frail Yun Xueya and the orphan Su Luo.
Mo Jin frowned, his face gradually turning cold. "What do you mean? Su Luo is a traitor?"
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