Chapter 54: 54
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Duanyang emperor Ji came out of the mirage. Once she went back to the palace, she became seriously ill. I don't know whether it was because of exhaustion or the sequelae of excessive shock.
In the past few days when her fever is still high, Pei Yun keeps watch. Every other hour, he uses cold water to cool Diji.
The curtain of Fengyang palace moved, and a figure in a black robe came in silently, holding back the maid in waiting and standing beside the bed of Duanyang.
When Pei Yun saw his shadow, he couldn't help his movements.
"Is she better?"
Pei Yun lowered his eyebrow: "back to your majesty, Diji's fever has subsided."
"That's good." The emperor looked at her thin side face. On the ten fingers that should have been thin, because the punishment left several ferocious scars, he paused and said, "Peiyun, I'm not good. I've wronged you."
Pei Yun lowered his face and quickly shook his head. A little bit of dew like tears were also thrown away: "I'm fine, don't blame your majesty."
Who let the person she loves, but is 95, even in front of the Royal, but also the difference. What else can she do except to lower into the dust, be entrusted by him and take good care of his relatives?
The emperor's hand covered up, holding her cold hand, with infinite pity: "Peiyun."
Her fierce battle, his hand has been released, the noble straight figure turned away from the Fengyang Palace: "Minmin pampered some, but a good girl, take good care of her."
*
one hundred days after injury.
Although the system can't really hurt her, Ling Miaomiao, at the request of the leading group, spent three months resting in the palace, walking birds, drinking tea and watching plays, and had a very pleasant time.
In the past three months, all the past events of Chang'an City, Xingshan temple, Tao Ying and Tan Xiang have settled down. Ling Miaomiao leans on the bed and listens to the dialogue between mu Yao and Liu Fuyi.
"When Tao Yu was widowed, she became the master mother of the Tao family. She had a great sense of smell since childhood. After she brought her mother's fragrant necktie to the Tao family, she carried it forward and opened a spice shop, which also made fragrant seals. She has a small reputation in the local area."
Mu Yao sits beside Ling Miaomiao's bed, lowers her eyebrow, cuts the apple with the key word * blocked, carves the apple into a little rabbit, and hands it to Ling Miaomiao.
Miaomiao's eyes were as big as a brass bell, and he took them happily. He looked left and right, and could hardly bear to eat: "Wow, thank you, sister Mu!"
Mu Yao smiles and nods. She looks at Liu Fu Yi, who is sitting on the side of the stool. She looks very calm.
The quiet days after each separation are both tacit sweetness.
"Tao Yu's family gave birth to two sons and one daughter. She is not in good health. Neither of them lived to be over 20 years old, leaving a few children. She is nearly half a hundred years old, and she is still busy with her grandson."
"Tao Ying is the eldest grandson of Tao Yu's family. She helped her with the spice shop when she was a child. There are several younger brothers under Tao Ying. One of them inherited his grandmother's keen sense of smell, and Tao Yu likes it most. The boy ranked sixth. At the time of the accident, he was just 12 years old and had no name. His family called him "Xiao Liu."
Miaomiao held the apple and asked quietly, "is Xiao Liu Mr. Lu?"
Mu Yao nodded and sighed silently: "Tao Ying lost her close relatives and was insulted. She vowed to take revenge on Princess Zhao and the royal family. However, she failed to hurt the Dragon Boat Festival. Instead, she took her own life and turned it into a spirit of resentment. He gave her dream to her younger brother, who had grown up at that time. After many years, they pretended to be gods and ghosts, and completed a recovery together again "I hate you."
"Lu means six. Even though he was anonymous, he did not forget that he was a descendant of the Tao family."
"That Peiyu..."
"Pei Yu committed suicide on the second day after entering the dungeon. Lu Jiu knew about it and was totally disappointed." Muyao youyou way, "in this matter, the most innocent is Peiyu."
"Tao Yu's family died unexpectedly. The fire burned down Tao's spice shop, and the Tao family was scattered. Several of Tao's younger grandchildren are in exile. Tao Ying goes north alone. The rest of the boys go to relatives and neighbors, and the remaining girl who has no teeth is not wanted. Let Xiao Liu take her to Jiangnan. "
"He had a very hard time in the south. He started as an errand man in the spice shop and spent a long time opening his own spice shop. During this period, he raised his sister and cultivated her into a piece of revenge."
Liu Fuyi sighed: "then Xiao Liu came to Chang'an with his savings and his younger sister. They went to work separately. He opened a Zhixiang house. His younger sister went to the palace and tried her best to be the maid of Fengyang palace..."
"This girl has no name before entering the palace, because she ranks the ninth and has a low life."
Lujiu Lujiu, the share of jiuwench, xiaoliudai you live together.
Miaomiao leans on the head of the bed and looks at the floor in a mixed mood: "although we are invited by Princess Zhao, I always feel that the Tao family can't get away from the Royal relationship until today."
Liu Fuyi reached out and touched her head, and said in a soft voice, "when is the time to repay each other? Fortunately, Guo Xiu is of some use. He pleaded for Lu Jiu's acquittal. When he saw many injustice in the world, he could only do his best to ask for a clear conscience. "Muyao said: "when I take back the jade card, we will have nothing to do with Princess Zhao. I will persuade Lu Jiu carefully to live the rest of his life. "
Two people tacit understanding ground stand up, will leave, Liu Fu clothes for her ye ye quilt angle: "good cultivation."
Ling Miaomiao smiles cleverly: "I know."
*
as soon as the door is closed, she immediately jumps out of bed like a spring, exercises her muscles and bones, does cheerleading exercises, and stretches her body, which is choked on the bed.
When Mu Sheng pushed the door in, she saw that the girl was dressed in middle clothes, with long hair scattered, jumping and jumping in the room. Her legs were sharp and energetic. She didn't look like a wounded man at all. She slammed the door with her backhand and said, "what are you doing?"
Ling Miaomiao's face turned red when he was running, and he was looking at her face. For a moment, he was tongue tied: "I --"
my eyes were full of sarcasm: "I know that Miss Ling can't run in the morning these days, so she's possessed."
Miaomiao Shanshan retreated two steps and lay back on the bed. She opened the quilt and covered her legs with a sad look on her face: "Hey, I didn't notice just now. My legs hurt."
Mu Sheng came step by step and sat beside her bed with fresh dew and moisture in the corridor on her clothes.
He held out his hand, pressed it on his thigh and rubbed it twice. Miaomiao opened his hand in shock: "what are you doing touching my thigh..." Eyes dull for a moment, almost immediately reaction, holding the leg howl up, "pain, good pain..."
Mu Sheng looked at her coldly, and her black eyes were filled with a sneer: "then pretend."
Miaomiao's face is still red. I don't know whether it's the heat of activity or the fact that the lie has been exposed. When he is angry, he puts down his leg and stares at him: "what are you doing here?"
Mu Sheng is different. She takes out a bamboo dragonfly from her clothes and hands it to her.
"What is this?" Ling Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, glancing at the unfinished wings of the bamboo dragonfly in the palm of his hand. He confirmed that it was the one he had carved. Then he asked falsely, "..." Isn't it mine? Why do you have it? "
Say to want to take, Mu voice palm a close, let her take an empty: "this top wrote my name."
"Is it yours to write your name?" Ling Miaomiao couldn't laugh or cry, "OK, you can take it, and what can you do for me?"
Mu Sheng's long eyelashes drooped. It seemed that he was looking at the bamboo dragonfly seriously. After a pause, he said in a low voice, "you help me finish carving."
“……”
For a moment, the air was silent. It was clear that winter was coming, but the room was still as dry as ever. The bamboo dragonfly turned around at Ling Miaomiao's fingertips, inexplicably hot.
She coughed, patted her thigh, and answered boldly: "OK, no problem, put it here..."
"You do it now." He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her. There was a black Lake in his eyes.
In front of the black lotus?
No, yaoshou
Ling Miaomiao was stiff for a moment and immediately refused: "I I've just been pricked in the thigh by the blocked keyword. Now I'm afraid when I see the blocked keyword... "
Mu Sheng's eyes cool across the apple rabbit on the table, and a sharp * shielded keyword * beside the rabbit.
The part of the apple that had been cut by the knife had been oxidized and discolored because it had been left for too long, and it looked a little bleak.
He sneered, "afraid? You are very happy when my sister cuts the apple for you
He said, stood up, picked up the apple, straight to the mouth, a bite off the rabbit's head.
Ling Miaomiao stares at the ruddy lips of the Black Lotus and is stunned. After a long time, he utters a cry: "you - you return me rabbit!"
Ling Miaomiao is about to cry. She hasn't been willing to eat such a lovely apple for a whole morning. Let him take two bites and give it to
The Black Lotus ate with her cheeks bulging. She looked into her eyes provocatively, with a bad smile.
Ling Miaomiao threw the bamboo dragonfly on the bed. His heart beat wildly with anger. He lay back on the bed straight and pulled out the pillow to cover his face: "you are too much. I don't engrave it. I absolutely don't engrave it." Not to utter a single word,
looked as like as two peas in the basket, and picked up the key of the screen. He picked up the key on the table. Three, five, two, a nearly identical rabbit appeared. He pinched the apple in his left hand, and the right hand was the key to the screen.
Ling Miaomiao peeped out a pair of eyes under the pillow. He was stunned and said, "do you know how to do it?"
Mu Sheng looked contemptuous: "this is my trick to make a sister happy. I didn't expect that a sister learned to send you."
Ling Miaomiao threw the pillow and watched him deftly avoid it. He was not angry: "what's the matter with me? I am a patient
Mu Sheng pinched the apple with a smile: "I can only eat the apple cut by my sister."
Damn it, kid. Even an apple has to be jealous.Ling Miaomiao just took the apple with a complicated face, and heard him drop his eyes very calmly: "you are only allowed to eat the rabbit I cut in the future."
…… neuropathy!
Ling Miaomiao, with endless resentment towards the Black Lotus, ruthlessly nibbled off the apple he gave him like a class enemy, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and picked up the bamboo dragonfly.
When she thought that she had carved a peach heart on it and painted it off, before she had time to cut it off, she was watched by the Black Lotus. She was annoyed, as if her mind had been peeped.
With a silent sigh, she put the bamboo dragonfly's pole on her left hand, pushed her wings to her palm, picked up the key words of * shielding * in her right hand, and began to carve skillfully. The sawdust peeled off on the ground like rain.
As the former president of the air model club, it's no problem to be a wooden aircraft. I just feel that there is a pair of staring eyes beside me, and my palms sweat a thin layer. The technique is also uncontrolled and flowery. It seems that there is a force of excitement and uneasiness in my heart, which is against her deliberate show off.
Mu Sheng looked at that pair of thin white hands holding a knife, dazzling to cut wood. The girl's cheeks puffed, and her apricot eyes looked at her palm without blinking, without even moving her eyelashes.
…… She's serious.
"Well, you can watch it." She suddenly uttered a voice, and he realized that he had lost his mind. He turned his eyes back to her hand.
Miaomiao is full of sawdust, holding the bamboo dragonfly on-site teaching: "the wings can't be made flat, here we need to twist it..." When she went down with a knife, it showed a dilemma. After a little polishing, the wings on the other side also showed a rudiment. "Only when the wings on both sides are high and low can we take advantage of the situation." She slanted a few cuts at the port, "the wings must be thin, like a sharp blade, which can split the wind."
She easily put her wings on Mu Sheng's arm, and quickly drew a red mark: "here, you need to be so sharp."
Mu Sheng looked at his arm in a daze.
This is not light or heavy, slight pain, more is itching, to be caught off guard, it is like scratching in the heart, suddenly stop.
After stopping, it was boundless loss.
www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Duanyang emperor Ji came out of the mirage. Once she went back to the palace, she became seriously ill. I don't know whether it was because of exhaustion or the sequelae of excessive shock.
In the past few days when her fever is still high, Pei Yun keeps watch. Every other hour, he uses cold water to cool Diji.
The curtain of Fengyang palace moved, and a figure in a black robe came in silently, holding back the maid in waiting and standing beside the bed of Duanyang.
When Pei Yun saw his shadow, he couldn't help his movements.
"Is she better?"
Pei Yun lowered his eyebrow: "back to your majesty, Diji's fever has subsided."
"That's good." The emperor looked at her thin side face. On the ten fingers that should have been thin, because the punishment left several ferocious scars, he paused and said, "Peiyun, I'm not good. I've wronged you."
Pei Yun lowered his face and quickly shook his head. A little bit of dew like tears were also thrown away: "I'm fine, don't blame your majesty."
Who let the person she loves, but is 95, even in front of the Royal, but also the difference. What else can she do except to lower into the dust, be entrusted by him and take good care of his relatives?
The emperor's hand covered up, holding her cold hand, with infinite pity: "Peiyun."
Her fierce battle, his hand has been released, the noble straight figure turned away from the Fengyang Palace: "Minmin pampered some, but a good girl, take good care of her."
*
one hundred days after injury.
Although the system can't really hurt her, Ling Miaomiao, at the request of the leading group, spent three months resting in the palace, walking birds, drinking tea and watching plays, and had a very pleasant time.
In the past three months, all the past events of Chang'an City, Xingshan temple, Tao Ying and Tan Xiang have settled down. Ling Miaomiao leans on the bed and listens to the dialogue between mu Yao and Liu Fuyi.
"When Tao Yu was widowed, she became the master mother of the Tao family. She had a great sense of smell since childhood. After she brought her mother's fragrant necktie to the Tao family, she carried it forward and opened a spice shop, which also made fragrant seals. She has a small reputation in the local area."
Mu Yao sits beside Ling Miaomiao's bed, lowers her eyebrow, cuts the apple with the key word * blocked, carves the apple into a little rabbit, and hands it to Ling Miaomiao.
Miaomiao's eyes were as big as a brass bell, and he took them happily. He looked left and right, and could hardly bear to eat: "Wow, thank you, sister Mu!"
Mu Yao smiles and nods. She looks at Liu Fu Yi, who is sitting on the side of the stool. She looks very calm.
The quiet days after each separation are both tacit sweetness.
"Tao Yu's family gave birth to two sons and one daughter. She is not in good health. Neither of them lived to be over 20 years old, leaving a few children. She is nearly half a hundred years old, and she is still busy with her grandson."
"Tao Ying is the eldest grandson of Tao Yu's family. She helped her with the spice shop when she was a child. There are several younger brothers under Tao Ying. One of them inherited his grandmother's keen sense of smell, and Tao Yu likes it most. The boy ranked sixth. At the time of the accident, he was just 12 years old and had no name. His family called him "Xiao Liu."
Miaomiao held the apple and asked quietly, "is Xiao Liu Mr. Lu?"
Mu Yao nodded and sighed silently: "Tao Ying lost her close relatives and was insulted. She vowed to take revenge on Princess Zhao and the royal family. However, she failed to hurt the Dragon Boat Festival. Instead, she took her own life and turned it into a spirit of resentment. He gave her dream to her younger brother, who had grown up at that time. After many years, they pretended to be gods and ghosts, and completed a recovery together again "I hate you."
"Lu means six. Even though he was anonymous, he did not forget that he was a descendant of the Tao family."
"That Peiyu..."
"Pei Yu committed suicide on the second day after entering the dungeon. Lu Jiu knew about it and was totally disappointed." Muyao youyou way, "in this matter, the most innocent is Peiyu."
"Tao Yu's family died unexpectedly. The fire burned down Tao's spice shop, and the Tao family was scattered. Several of Tao's younger grandchildren are in exile. Tao Ying goes north alone. The rest of the boys go to relatives and neighbors, and the remaining girl who has no teeth is not wanted. Let Xiao Liu take her to Jiangnan. "
"He had a very hard time in the south. He started as an errand man in the spice shop and spent a long time opening his own spice shop. During this period, he raised his sister and cultivated her into a piece of revenge."
Liu Fuyi sighed: "then Xiao Liu came to Chang'an with his savings and his younger sister. They went to work separately. He opened a Zhixiang house. His younger sister went to the palace and tried her best to be the maid of Fengyang palace..."
"This girl has no name before entering the palace, because she ranks the ninth and has a low life."
Lujiu Lujiu, the share of jiuwench, xiaoliudai you live together.
Miaomiao leans on the head of the bed and looks at the floor in a mixed mood: "although we are invited by Princess Zhao, I always feel that the Tao family can't get away from the Royal relationship until today."
Liu Fuyi reached out and touched her head, and said in a soft voice, "when is the time to repay each other? Fortunately, Guo Xiu is of some use. He pleaded for Lu Jiu's acquittal. When he saw many injustice in the world, he could only do his best to ask for a clear conscience. "Muyao said: "when I take back the jade card, we will have nothing to do with Princess Zhao. I will persuade Lu Jiu carefully to live the rest of his life. "
Two people tacit understanding ground stand up, will leave, Liu Fu clothes for her ye ye quilt angle: "good cultivation."
Ling Miaomiao smiles cleverly: "I know."
*
as soon as the door is closed, she immediately jumps out of bed like a spring, exercises her muscles and bones, does cheerleading exercises, and stretches her body, which is choked on the bed.
When Mu Sheng pushed the door in, she saw that the girl was dressed in middle clothes, with long hair scattered, jumping and jumping in the room. Her legs were sharp and energetic. She didn't look like a wounded man at all. She slammed the door with her backhand and said, "what are you doing?"
Ling Miaomiao's face turned red when he was running, and he was looking at her face. For a moment, he was tongue tied: "I --"
my eyes were full of sarcasm: "I know that Miss Ling can't run in the morning these days, so she's possessed."
Miaomiao Shanshan retreated two steps and lay back on the bed. She opened the quilt and covered her legs with a sad look on her face: "Hey, I didn't notice just now. My legs hurt."
Mu Sheng came step by step and sat beside her bed with fresh dew and moisture in the corridor on her clothes.
He held out his hand, pressed it on his thigh and rubbed it twice. Miaomiao opened his hand in shock: "what are you doing touching my thigh..." Eyes dull for a moment, almost immediately reaction, holding the leg howl up, "pain, good pain..."
Mu Sheng looked at her coldly, and her black eyes were filled with a sneer: "then pretend."
Miaomiao's face is still red. I don't know whether it's the heat of activity or the fact that the lie has been exposed. When he is angry, he puts down his leg and stares at him: "what are you doing here?"
Mu Sheng is different. She takes out a bamboo dragonfly from her clothes and hands it to her.
"What is this?" Ling Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, glancing at the unfinished wings of the bamboo dragonfly in the palm of his hand. He confirmed that it was the one he had carved. Then he asked falsely, "..." Isn't it mine? Why do you have it? "
Say to want to take, Mu voice palm a close, let her take an empty: "this top wrote my name."
"Is it yours to write your name?" Ling Miaomiao couldn't laugh or cry, "OK, you can take it, and what can you do for me?"
Mu Sheng's long eyelashes drooped. It seemed that he was looking at the bamboo dragonfly seriously. After a pause, he said in a low voice, "you help me finish carving."
“……”
For a moment, the air was silent. It was clear that winter was coming, but the room was still as dry as ever. The bamboo dragonfly turned around at Ling Miaomiao's fingertips, inexplicably hot.
She coughed, patted her thigh, and answered boldly: "OK, no problem, put it here..."
"You do it now." He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her. There was a black Lake in his eyes.
In front of the black lotus?
No, yaoshou
Ling Miaomiao was stiff for a moment and immediately refused: "I I've just been pricked in the thigh by the blocked keyword. Now I'm afraid when I see the blocked keyword... "
Mu Sheng's eyes cool across the apple rabbit on the table, and a sharp * shielded keyword * beside the rabbit.
The part of the apple that had been cut by the knife had been oxidized and discolored because it had been left for too long, and it looked a little bleak.
He sneered, "afraid? You are very happy when my sister cuts the apple for you
He said, stood up, picked up the apple, straight to the mouth, a bite off the rabbit's head.
Ling Miaomiao stares at the ruddy lips of the Black Lotus and is stunned. After a long time, he utters a cry: "you - you return me rabbit!"
Ling Miaomiao is about to cry. She hasn't been willing to eat such a lovely apple for a whole morning. Let him take two bites and give it to
The Black Lotus ate with her cheeks bulging. She looked into her eyes provocatively, with a bad smile.
Ling Miaomiao threw the bamboo dragonfly on the bed. His heart beat wildly with anger. He lay back on the bed straight and pulled out the pillow to cover his face: "you are too much. I don't engrave it. I absolutely don't engrave it." Not to utter a single word,
looked as like as two peas in the basket, and picked up the key of the screen. He picked up the key on the table. Three, five, two, a nearly identical rabbit appeared. He pinched the apple in his left hand, and the right hand was the key to the screen.
Ling Miaomiao peeped out a pair of eyes under the pillow. He was stunned and said, "do you know how to do it?"
Mu Sheng looked contemptuous: "this is my trick to make a sister happy. I didn't expect that a sister learned to send you."
Ling Miaomiao threw the pillow and watched him deftly avoid it. He was not angry: "what's the matter with me? I am a patient
Mu Sheng pinched the apple with a smile: "I can only eat the apple cut by my sister."
Damn it, kid. Even an apple has to be jealous.Ling Miaomiao just took the apple with a complicated face, and heard him drop his eyes very calmly: "you are only allowed to eat the rabbit I cut in the future."
…… neuropathy!
Ling Miaomiao, with endless resentment towards the Black Lotus, ruthlessly nibbled off the apple he gave him like a class enemy, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and picked up the bamboo dragonfly.
When she thought that she had carved a peach heart on it and painted it off, before she had time to cut it off, she was watched by the Black Lotus. She was annoyed, as if her mind had been peeped.
With a silent sigh, she put the bamboo dragonfly's pole on her left hand, pushed her wings to her palm, picked up the key words of * shielding * in her right hand, and began to carve skillfully. The sawdust peeled off on the ground like rain.
As the former president of the air model club, it's no problem to be a wooden aircraft. I just feel that there is a pair of staring eyes beside me, and my palms sweat a thin layer. The technique is also uncontrolled and flowery. It seems that there is a force of excitement and uneasiness in my heart, which is against her deliberate show off.
Mu Sheng looked at that pair of thin white hands holding a knife, dazzling to cut wood. The girl's cheeks puffed, and her apricot eyes looked at her palm without blinking, without even moving her eyelashes.
…… She's serious.
"Well, you can watch it." She suddenly uttered a voice, and he realized that he had lost his mind. He turned his eyes back to her hand.
Miaomiao is full of sawdust, holding the bamboo dragonfly on-site teaching: "the wings can't be made flat, here we need to twist it..." When she went down with a knife, it showed a dilemma. After a little polishing, the wings on the other side also showed a rudiment. "Only when the wings on both sides are high and low can we take advantage of the situation." She slanted a few cuts at the port, "the wings must be thin, like a sharp blade, which can split the wind."
She easily put her wings on Mu Sheng's arm, and quickly drew a red mark: "here, you need to be so sharp."
Mu Sheng looked at his arm in a daze.
This is not light or heavy, slight pain, more is itching, to be caught off guard, it is like scratching in the heart, suddenly stop.
After stopping, it was boundless loss.
www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Duanyang emperor Ji came out of the mirage. Once she went back to the palace, she became seriously ill. I don't know whether it was because of exhaustion or the sequelae of excessive shock. In the past few days when her fever is still high, Pei Yun keeps watch. Every other hour, he uses cold water to cool Diji. The curtain of Fengyang palace moved, and a figure in a black robe came in silently, holding back the maid in waiting and standing beside the bed of Duanyang. When Pei Yun saw his shadow, he couldn't help his movements. "Is she better?" Pei Yun lowered his eyebrow: "back to your majesty, Diji's fever has subsided." "That's good." The emperor looked at her thin side face. On the ten fingers that should have been thin, because the punishment left several ferocious scars, he paused and said, "Peiyun, I'm not good. I've wronged you." Pei Yun lowered his face and quickly shook his head. A little bit of dew like tears were also thrown away: "I'm fine, don't blame your majesty." Who let the person she loves, but is 95, even in front of the Royal, but also the difference. What else can she do except to lower into the dust, be entrusted by him and take good care of his relatives? The emperor's hand covered up, holding her cold hand, with infinite pity: "Peiyun." Her fierce battle, his hand has been released, the noble straight figure turned away from the Fengyang Palace: "Minmin pampered some, but a good girl, take good care of her." * one hundred days after injury. Although the system can't really hurt her, Ling Miaomiao, at the request of the leading group, spent three months resting in the palace, walking birds, drinking tea and watching plays, and had a very pleasant time. In the past three months, all the past events of Chang'an City, Xingshan temple, Tao Ying and Tan Xiang have settled down. Ling Miaomiao leans on the bed and listens to the dialogue between mu Yao and Liu Fuyi. "When Tao Yu was widowed, she became the master mother of the Tao family. She had a great sense of smell since childhood. After she brought her mother's fragrant necktie to the Tao family, she carried it forward and opened a spice shop, which also made fragrant seals. She has a small reputation in the local area." Mu Yao sits beside Ling Miaomiao's bed, lowers her eyebrow, cuts the apple with the key word * blocked, carves the apple into a little rabbit, and hands it to Ling Miaomiao. Miaomiao's eyes were as big as a brass bell, and he took them happily. He looked left and right, and could hardly bear to eat: "Wow, thank you, sister Mu!" Mu Yao smiles and nods. She looks at Liu Fu Yi, who is sitting on the side of the stool. She looks very calm. The quiet days after each separation are both tacit sweetness. "Tao Yu's family gave birth to two sons and one daughter. She is not in good health. Neither of them lived to be over 20 years old, leaving a few children. She is nearly half a hundred years old, and she is still busy with her grandson." "Tao Ying is the eldest grandson of Tao Yu's family. She helped her with the spice shop when she was a child. There are several younger brothers under Tao Ying. One of them inherited his grandmother's keen sense of smell, and Tao Yu likes it most. The boy ranked sixth. At the time of the accident, he was just 12 years old and had no name. His family called him "Xiao Liu." Miaomiao held the apple and asked quietly, "is Xiao Liu Mr. Lu?" Mu Yao nodded and sighed silently: "Tao Ying lost her close relatives and was insulted. She vowed to take revenge on Princess Zhao and the royal family. However, she failed to hurt the Dragon Boat Festival. Instead, she took her own life and turned it into a spirit of resentment. He gave her dream to her younger brother, who had grown up at that time. After many years, they pretended to be gods and ghosts, and completed a recovery together again "I hate you." "Lu means six. Even though he was anonymous, he did not forget that he was a descendant of the Tao family." "That Peiyu..." "Pei Yu committed suicide on the second day after entering the dungeon. Lu Jiu knew about it and was totally disappointed." Muyao youyou way, "in this matter, the most innocent is Peiyu." "Tao Yu's family died unexpectedly. The fire burned down Tao's spice shop, and the Tao family was scattered. Several of Tao's younger grandchildren are in exile. Tao Ying goes north alone. The rest of the boys go to relatives and neighbors, and the remaining girl who has no teeth is not wanted. Let Xiao Liu take her to Jiangnan. " "He had a very hard time in the south. He started as an errand man in the spice shop and spent a long time opening his own spice shop. During this period, he raised his sister and cultivated her into a piece of revenge." Liu Fuyi sighed: "then Xiao Liu came to Chang'an with his savings and his younger sister. They went to work separately. He opened a Zhixiang house. His younger sister went to the palace and tried her best to be the maid of Fengyang palace..." "This girl has no name before entering the palace, because she ranks the ninth and has a low life." Lujiu Lujiu, the share of jiuwench, xiaoliudai you live together. Miaomiao leans on the head of the bed and looks at the floor in a mixed mood: "although we are invited by Princess Zhao, I always feel that the Tao family can't get away from the Royal relationship until today." Liu Fuyi reached out and touched her head, and said in a soft voice, "when is the time to repay each other? Fortunately, Guo Xiu is of some use. He pleaded for Lu Jiu's acquittal. When he saw many injustice in the world, he could only do his best to ask for a clear conscience. "Muyao said: "when I take back the jade card, we will have nothing to do with Princess Zhao. I will persuade Lu Jiu carefully to live the rest of his life. " Two people tacit understanding ground stand up, will leave, Liu Fu clothes for her ye ye quilt angle: "good cultivation." Ling Miaomiao smiles cleverly: "I know." * as soon as the door is closed, she immediately jumps out of bed like a spring, exercises her muscles and bones, does cheerleading exercises, and stretches her body, which is choked on the bed. When Mu Sheng pushed the door in, she saw that the girl was dressed in middle clothes, with long hair scattered, jumping and jumping in the room. Her legs were sharp and energetic. She didn't look like a wounded man at all. She slammed the door with her backhand and said, "what are you doing?" Ling Miaomiao's face turned red when he was running, and he was looking at her face. For a moment, he was tongue tied: "I --" my eyes were full of sarcasm: "I know that Miss Ling can't run in the morning these days, so she's possessed." Miaomiao Shanshan retreated two steps and lay back on the bed. She opened the quilt and covered her legs with a sad look on her face: "Hey, I didn't notice just now. My legs hurt." Mu Sheng came step by step and sat beside her bed with fresh dew and moisture in the corridor on her clothes. He held out his hand, pressed it on his thigh and rubbed it twice. Miaomiao opened his hand in shock: "what are you doing touching my thigh..." Eyes dull for a moment, almost immediately reaction, holding the leg howl up, "pain, good pain..." Mu Sheng looked at her coldly, and her black eyes were filled with a sneer: "then pretend." Miaomiao's face is still red. I don't know whether it's the heat of activity or the fact that the lie has been exposed. When he is angry, he puts down his leg and stares at him: "what are you doing here?" Mu Sheng is different. She takes out a bamboo dragonfly from her clothes and hands it to her. "What is this?" Ling Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, glancing at the unfinished wings of the bamboo dragonfly in the palm of his hand. He confirmed that it was the one he had carved. Then he asked falsely, "..." Isn't it mine? Why do you have it? " Say to want to take, Mu voice palm a close, let her take an empty: "this top wrote my name." "Is it yours to write your name?" Ling Miaomiao couldn't laugh or cry, "OK, you can take it, and what can you do for me?" Mu Sheng's long eyelashes drooped. It seemed that he was looking at the bamboo dragonfly seriously. After a pause, he said in a low voice, "you help me finish carving." For a moment, the air was silent. It was clear that winter was coming, but the room was still as dry as ever. The bamboo dragonfly turned around at Ling Miaomiao's fingertips, inexplicably hot. She coughed, patted her thigh, and answered boldly: "OK, no problem, put it here..." "You do it now." He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her. There was a black Lake in his eyes. In front of the black lotus? No, yaoshou Ling Miaomiao was stiff for a moment and immediately refused: "I I've just been pricked in the thigh by the blocked keyword. Now I'm afraid when I see the blocked keyword... " Mu Sheng's eyes cool across the apple rabbit on the table, and a sharp * shielded keyword * beside the rabbit. The part of the apple that had been cut by the knife had been oxidized and discolored because it had been left for too long, and it looked a little bleak. He sneered, "afraid? You are very happy when my sister cuts the apple for you He said, stood up, picked up the apple, straight to the mouth, a bite off the rabbit's head. Ling Miaomiao stares at the ruddy lips of the Black Lotus and is stunned. After a long time, he utters a cry: "you - you return me rabbit!" Ling Miaomiao is about to cry. She hasn't been willing to eat such a lovely apple for a whole morning. Let him take two bites and give it to The Black Lotus ate with her cheeks bulging. She looked into her eyes provocatively, with a bad smile. Ling Miaomiao threw the bamboo dragonfly on the bed. His heart beat wildly with anger. He lay back on the bed straight and pulled out the pillow to cover his face: "you are too much. I don't engrave it. I absolutely don't engrave it." Not to utter a single word, looked as like as two peas in the basket, and picked up the key of the screen. He picked up the key on the table. Three, five, two, a nearly identical rabbit appeared. He pinched the apple in his left hand, and the right hand was the key to the screen. Ling Miaomiao peeped out a pair of eyes under the pillow. He was stunned and said, "do you know how to do it?" Mu Sheng looked contemptuous: "this is my trick to make a sister happy. I didn't expect that a sister learned to send you." Ling Miaomiao threw the pillow and watched him deftly avoid it. He was not angry: "what's the matter with me? I am a patient Mu Sheng pinched the apple with a smile: "I can only eat the apple cut by my sister." Damn it, kid. Even an apple has to be jealous.Ling Miaomiao just took the apple with a complicated face, and heard him drop his eyes very calmly: "you are only allowed to eat the rabbit I cut in the future." neuropathy! Ling Miaomiao, with endless resentment towards the Black Lotus, ruthlessly nibbled off the apple he gave him like a class enemy, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and picked up the bamboo dragonfly. When she thought that she had carved a peach heart on it and painted it off, before she had time to cut it off, she was watched by the Black Lotus. She was annoyed, as if her mind had been peeped. With a silent sigh, she put the bamboo dragonfly's pole on her left hand, pushed her wings to her palm, picked up the key words of * shielding * in her right hand, and began to carve skillfully. The sawdust peeled off on the ground like rain. As the former president of the air model club, it's no problem to be a wooden aircraft. I just feel that there is a pair of staring eyes beside me, and my palms sweat a thin layer. The technique is also uncontrolled and flowery. It seems that there is a force of excitement and uneasiness in my heart, which is against her deliberate show off. Mu Sheng looked at that pair of thin white hands holding a knife, dazzling to cut wood. The girl's cheeks puffed, and her apricot eyes looked at her palm without blinking, without even moving her eyelashes. She's serious. "Well, you can watch it." She suddenly uttered a voice, and he realized that he had lost his mind. He turned his eyes back to her hand. Miaomiao is full of sawdust, holding the bamboo dragonfly on-site teaching: "the wings can't be made flat, here we need to twist it..." When she went down with a knife, it showed a dilemma. After a little polishing, the wings on the other side also showed a rudiment. "Only when the wings on both sides are high and low can we take advantage of the situation." She slanted a few cuts at the port, "the wings must be thin, like a sharp blade, which can split the wind." She easily put her wings on Mu Sheng's arm, and quickly drew a red mark: "here, you need to be so sharp." Mu Sheng looked at his arm in a daze. This is not light or heavy, slight pain, more is itching, to be caught off guard, it is like scratching in the heart, suddenly stop. After stopping, it was boundless loss. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
