Are you very familiar with Murong Qiqi?

A question sounds casual, but anyone who knows Meng Shiyue knows that the consequences of this problem are by no means simple.

Even Mo Zhu, who was still lying on the ground, stared at Sihai Bugui for a moment, trying to see what changes had happened on his face.

But unfortunately, his handsome face, which appeared in her dreams several times almost every night, had no fluctuations at all.

The blood on the corners of the lips was wiped away, but the two thin lips still had a little scarlet luster, which was not charming, but made the two women in the room completely intoxicated.

He just looked at Meng Shiyue indifferently, his eyes as before, not only without any storm, but even when he looked at you, you would doubt who was reflected in his eyes.

Meng Shiyue closed her eyes and slowly adjusted her breathing, then said, "Go back, take a break tonight. As for Mr. Xuan who sent you back, I will reward you with another reward."

But Sihai Bugui seemed to have not heard her words, but just walked out the door silently, without escaping the relief of a disaster, nor without rushing to escape. It was so calm and quiet that people always thought that they could see through him, but for so many years, they could not see through them at all.

Looking at him like this, Meng Shiyue felt more and more powerless.

A man who can't be killed, can't be killed, can't be forgotten, has never had any effect in front of him.

The only use is that he can still trap him by his side and does not allow him to go with the wind.

Mo Zhu wiped away the blood from the corners of her lips and silently looked at Sihai Bugui's figure walking away. It was not until he left the door that she took a deep breath and stood up carefully.

"Is the imperial edict?" Meng Shiyue didn't care about Murong Qiqi's presumptuousness at this moment. It should be said that she had more urgent things to do now.

After turning around and walking to the desk, she casually wrote a few lines of words on the blank imperial edict, and after stamping the seal, she called out in a deep voice: "Hongyu."

The moon tonight has been hiding in the clouds, making the whole world darker and darker.

Looking at the dizzy night outside, Qiqi's mood was like this night, and it was completely unremarkable.

She withdrew her gaze and stared at the man in white sitting not far away: "Since I don't want to say it, then I'll go with you tonight."

After asking for more than half an hour, he was still unwilling to speak. She knew very well that no matter how much she asked tonight, he would not explain the reason clearly.

She had no choice but to step back: "Tell her that I am your junior sister, and together at the ends of the world, the strength is far more than that of the world."

"No!" Chu Jiangnan was startled and looked up at her suddenly: "Qiqi, this matter is quite serious, how can you make a joke?"

"Absurd! How could I do jokes?" she sneered, since he didn't want to say that, this was the only thing she could do.

She couldn't watch her senior brother go deep into the enemy camp alone.

Chu Jiangnan didn't look at her, but turned to Chu Xuanchi who was sitting on a chair not far away from her: "Tell me about her."

"I can't speak." Chu Xuanchi didn't even raise his head, but just threw out this sentence lightly.

"Fourth Prince..."

"You should know that I never like to joke."

With one sentence, Chu Jiangnan was speechless immediately, his fingers tightened, and knew that nothing he said at this moment was useless. He suddenly stood up and walked out the door.

"There are a pair of people at the ends of the world. The power of playing two guqins together is hard to compare with in the world." Behind him, the woman's slow voice still came clearly: "You guess if you let this say go, would Meng Shiyue be willing to believe it?"

Chu Jiangnan paused, but did not look back at her, "I have to force me like this?"

"I don't force you, I can't even care for you." Although the words were a bit frivolous, at least they were sincere.

She really doesn't want to force him.

Mu Chu was reading military books. It seemed that the content of the "meeting" tonight was not his turn to talk too much, so he would rather read his military books quietly.

As for Wuming, he has been obsessed with playing chess recently. Now no one plays with him, so he has to take the chess score and study it slowly.

The only person in this room is Chu Jiangnan who can get up with him. At least he will take care of his novice and will not kill him. He will give him the opportunity to learn slowly. As for the other two...

Mu Chu forced him to breathe within ten steps, and Chu Xuanchi was even more awesome. After seeing him take three steps, he snorted coldly and cursed the "Idiot" and left. From then on, these two people have been included in the chessboard by him.

After their chess skills are not as good as they can, they will never give them a chance to humiliate themselves.

At this moment, the man who was criticized by Wuming was slowly studying the latest short gun made by He Lianye. Someone asked him to talk to him, so he occasionally said a few words. No one looked for him, so he continued to study and had a lot of fun. He seemed to care about the conversation between Qiqi and Chu Jiangnan at all.

There were clearly five people in the whole room, but it seemed that only Qiqi and Chu Jiangnan were living creatures, while the others were statues.

Chu Jiangnan stood just a few steps away from the door, standing there, but he didn't know whether to continue walking forward or turn around.

The woman behind him was walking slowly. Every time she took a step closer, the presence made him even more helpless.

If he can't leave or stay, what should he do?

"If anyone else in this world can make you so embarrassed, probably only your mother... Now, it's time to call him your mother." Qiqi walked behind him, looked at his tense body for a moment, and breathed lightly: "I really don't want to force you, but you never learn to share things with others when encountering them."

Chu Jiangnan didn't speak and shared his burden... why bother others to implicate his own affairs? What's more, she.

"I will definitely do what I said. If you walk out of this yard tonight, everyone in the entire imperial city will know that I still have a Tianya piano in my hand. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

“Qiqi…”

"I really don't want to force you." Really.

Chu Jiangnan closed his eyes and said silently for a while: "But you have been forcing me."

"That was also forced by you." She said words like tongue twisters in a very sincere way.

He was silent, and he was always confused. Qiqi didn't force him. At this time, at least he would give him some time to make a decision by himself. Of course, no matter what his decision was, she would go according to her own plan.

Give him time to make decisions by himself just to make him feel better. If he is willing to share things with her and let her share the burden, perhaps everyone can avoid some detours.

In fact, Chu Jiangnan knew this truth herself, but he just didn't want to involve her.

I don’t know how long it took, just as Qiqi was about to lose all his patience and planned to directly pull him into the palace, but his powerless voice slowly rang out: “As you think…”

"Damn it! I don't know how to be grateful if I can live, but I dare to be lustful!" Qiqi's palm had no idea where it should fall. He was so angry that he fell on the chair not far away, but when he came out of his palm, he suddenly remembered that the chair was very valuable. He was cautious and changed the direction of the palm wind.

With a shout, he slapped Wuming, who was closer to her, with a palm.

Wuming raised his hand casually, took it without panic, and easily weathered his palm.

Qiqi let out a breath and slap it as a vent. The furniture in the room was not damaged. Fortunately.

It is the stupidest thing to take things out when you are unhappy. When you vent, you feel good. After you have fun, you have to spend money to make up a new batch of new ones. At that time, you have to hurt the last time?

If you don’t be a boss, you don’t know that soy sauce is expensive. These days, everything costs money, and it’s really not easy to be a boss.

Fortunately, I just remembered that there was a personal sandbag not far away.

"You...you actually promised her! You are really...you...you..." I was still unhappy, the more I thought about it, the more I felt unhappy, and I was in a breath of depression and had no place to vent. Finally, she took a deep breath and turned to look at Wuming suddenly: "Hero, accompany me to practice swords for a while."

"Oh." Wuming was still reading the chess score, and was just getting excited. When he heard Qiqi's words, he had to stand up while reading the book. When he walked out of the room, his eyes had not yet been removed from the book.

"You... stand here and don't run around, I'll be back soon." When Qiqi went out, he threw a warning look at Chu Jiangnan, turned around and left.

Come back, get rid of this fool again! Soon, there was a sound of fighting outside the yard, and Wuming still had a little cold complaint: "I vent my vent, what are you looking for me?"

"..." The forehead lines of each person in the room suddenly stretched. It turned out that when the unknown hero followed him out, he didn't know what he was going to be arranged to do?

"Murong Qiqi, do you want to practice swords or want to kill people?"

"..." It seems that the woman is really angry tonight. It is no wonder that the woman once caused her to almost lose her life. Now she is not only living well, but she even gets the promise of a man. It would be strange if she is not angry.

The "some man" felt even more uneasy. Now he is looking for Wuming to vent. Looking back, he will be the one who is unlucky, but he is not willing to attack her like Wuming. In the end, he will definitely not be able to escape the fate of a human sandbag.

Perhaps, it would be a good thing to beat him up. As long as she is not angry, she will beat him up.

After a stick of incense, Qiqi, who was panting, put away Han Yuedao, pulled Wuming's neck, looked up and met his cold and angry gaze, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I'm a little out of control tonight. I'll make a meal myself the next day, and I'll apologize to you, okay?"

Wuming snorted coldly: "Can you eat what you cook?"
Chapter completed!