The arms were suddenly empty, Zhan Mi Jiang quietly looked at the desk in front of him, and shook his head helplessly after a long while.

Of course she would be afraid.

At the beginning, Wang Xun was pressed under her body, and she was ruthlessly rubbing and fiddling. It was a nightmare night after night. Now that the person who caused this nightmare wants to get close to her, how could she not be afraid?

No matter how Zhan Mijiang compensates, she will be involuntarily fearful.

Thinking of this, Zhan Mijiang wanted to drag Xun Wang out and hang himself.

——Like a spicy chicken, blind.

-Bullying a girl, weak chicken.

——In general, it is a living mental retardation.

Zhan Mijiang cursed silently for a long time, and then he sighed and put away the chessboard.

The days passed peacefully.

Since he suddenly acted on her that day, the little fairy suddenly had a defensive heart against him.

Although she looked no different from the past, when Zhan Mijiang approached her, she would always take a step back unconsciously.

Zhan Mijiang knew well that the braids were long and then grabbed, fattened and then killed. He was particularly considerate of the gentleman and maintained the distance between the two again to a safe distance.

Time is the best medicine for wounds, and as the day passed, she finally began to slowly let go of her guard.

The king of Xun in front of him is different from before.

Zhan Mijiang instilled this thought into her all the time.

When she waited until the end of winter and early spring, she looked at the plum blossom under the tree, and petals fell on the tips of her hair.

After Zhan Mijiang approached, he gently plucked the petals from her hair.

The two of them looked at each other unexpectedly, her eyes were peaceful, and she had no longer feared.

Zhan Mijiang knew that the braids were longer and could be caught.

While he was thinking hard about how to implement this matter, it happened that the saint was going to Qingfeng Temple to pray for blessings.

As the minister in charge, Zhan Mijiang naturally had to follow.

Qingfeng Temple is on the outskirts of the capital. It is an ancestral temple dedicated to royal blessings and sacrifices.

Praying for blessings is not a trivial matter. It takes three days to go back and forth.

Zhan Mijiang was rather reluctant when he left.

"It's been cold in the past two days. Although the flowers in the courtyard are blooming, don't be greedy for spring." He babbled for a while, not as if he was going to accompany the holy driver, but as if she was leaving home.

After she had ordered her, she ordered her servants again, wishing to order the windows and doors to make them obedient, and don't let the wind blow in and chill her own Princess Xun.

When there was nothing more to tell, he got into the carriage and reluctantly said goodbye to her.

"When I come back, I will play chess with you again."

The little fairy nodded and watched him leave.

The holy blessing team is vast. This is not the first time Qingfeng Temple has received the emperor's relatives and relatives. Everything is in order.

Sacrifice to the ancestors on the first day, pray for blessings on the second day, and return to the palace after praying.

But no one thought that just after the emperor prayed for blessing on the second day, the sky was overcast and there was a "click" thunder, and heavy rain rolled down from the sky.

The clever Jian Tiansi immediately knelt down and shouted: "Heaven rains blessings and rain, God bless the country!"

Obviously the gods are not beautiful, and being called like this is like a wonderful sign from the sky.

The officials from all directions bowed down and shouted for blessing and rain.

——Then the rain got worse and worse, and the team that had originally decided to return to the palace could only stay one night at Qingfeng Temple.

Zhan Mijiang didn't see his wife for two days, and had already returned home. As a result, he was disturbed by the rain and could only stay in Qingfeng Temple again.

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