[MTL] After amnesia, he was pampered by powerful ministers

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Seeing Jiang Ying woke up, Wang Shuheng's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help but think of the absurdity of last night.

On the other hand, Jiang Ying was much calmer. She sniffed lightly at her body, turned her head and frowned and said, "Husband, Yingying stinks." The smell on her body made Jiang Ying despise herself, so she jumped up from the bed suddenly, and then Something was wrong: "I slept in my husband's bed last night?"

Before Wang Shuheng could explain, Jiang Ying had already stepped forward to apologize: "Husband, don't be angry, I didn't mean to stink the bed after drinking yesterday." Listening to

her talk about yesterday What happened at night, Wang Shuheng's chest throbbed, and he asked: "How much do you remember about last night?" Jiang Ying recalled carefully,

only remembering that she drank several bowls of sweet peach blossom wine, as for how to go back to the house and lie down on the bed No impression. "I don't remember, did I do something bad when I was drunk? Husband, tell me about it." How can I tell her about those things, Wang Shuheng said indifferently: "It's nothing, you fell asleep when you came back.

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" But, why does my lip hurt a little?" Jiang Ying touched her lips, a little wronged: "It seems to be broken, maybe I was bitten by some monster on the way back." Hearing this, Wang Shuheng's eyelids twitched, and he

paused Suddenly, she raised her hand and said, "Come here and let me have a look."

Jiang Ying ran towards him with her little face up. When he got closer, he saw that the corners of his lips were indeed broken. His dry fingertips, Mosuo Jiangying's lips, gradually recalled the forceful and absurd kiss last night.

Jiang Ying felt dizzy and blushed, and wrapped her arms around Wang Shuheng's waist consciously. From a close distance, her husband's lips are even more attractive than in the dream, and one day when he is asleep, she must sneak a kiss.

The two had their own ghosts, and they looked at each other with a guilty conscience. Wang Shuheng let her go and said, "I'll put on some ointment later."

Jiang Ying hummed and didn't ask again, it seemed that she really didn't remember what happened last night. Wang Shuheng felt lucky, but at the same time felt empty in his heart.

The headache after the hangover was unbearable. Fortunately, Fuquan had prepared sober soup early. Jiang Ying took a warm drink and felt better, but there are more important things right now, she wants to take a bath.

Since coming to Baisha Town, Jiang Ying's bathing has become a big problem. The bathrooms in the post house are divided into men and women, and it is not appropriate for Jiang Ying to pretend to be a man and go anywhere. Fortunately, Fuquan found a bathtub from nowhere and moved it into the house. After putting it away, someone prepared hot water, and said to the public that His Highness wanted to take a bath.

Not long after, the room was steaming with cloth towels and scented pancreas for bathing. There were only Wang Shuheng and Jiang Ying in the room, and Wang Shuheng naturally didn't look at it. He walked into Jiang Ying's cubicle and sat on a round stool with his back turned.

After closing the doors and windows, Jiang Ying unbuttoned her clothes and entered the water. She knew that her husband would not take a peek when he entered the cubicle, but for some reason she was still a little nervous, and the movements of stroking the water were lighter.

In the cubicle, Wang Shuheng was sitting upright thinking about something. He had no intention of inquiring, but the room was so big, and the soft sound of water could still be heard. He forced himself to divert his attention, trying to sort out this inexplicable relationship.