Lian Ruoyi said with a smile: "Yun, you can't neglect my life-saving benefactor, don't we say thank you, Miss Mu Xiyue?"

"Lian girl, I said I don't have to thank you anymore." Mu Xiyue was a little uncomfortable with this kind of Lian Ruoyi. She always felt something hidden under the calm surface, which made her very uneasy. "No, I'm grateful for how I'm grateful. You say, what do you want?"

I thought she would still refuse, but Mu Xiyue chose to be silent this time. It seemed to have been thinking for a long time. Mu Xiyue looked at Long Yinfeng and said, "Your lord, can you send the beautiful pot of flowers in your study to Mu Xi? month?"

Ling Jihua's heart murmured, did she know what? But thinking about the impossible, how could she know.

Long Yinfeng wondered, but when she said that she wanted to give it to her in the morning, she did not respond. What was the point of this?

Lian Ruoyi asked, "Miss Mu Xiyue is talking about that pot of blue Ye Ji?"

Mu Xiyue nodded and Lian Ruoyi smiled a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, that pot of Lan Yeji I asked Yun in the afternoon."

Lian Ruoyi's body has not completely recovered. If he breathes Lan Yeji and is poisoned, the consequences are really unimaginable. Mu Xiyue said anxiously, "Lian Girl, can you ask the girl to cut love?"

For the two women to hold each other for a pot of flowers, everyone stopped the wine glasses and chopsticks, and looked at it like a play.

"This ...?" Lian Ruoyi hesitated, and it was not difficult to see that she was reluctant, not only because she liked the potted plant, but also because it was a dragon-inspired thing, she could not tolerate it in other women's yards.

Long Yinfeng gave Mu Xiyue a complicated look, and said to Ling Jihua, "Brother, is there only one pot of Lan Yeji?"

Ling Jihua said with a smile: "Yeah, but the only pot in the Western Region, because there is no such flower in the Central Plains, and it is also extinct in the Western Regions. The remaining pots were all brought to the Central Plains by the princess as a dowry. It won't help you this time. "

"Why must Miss Mu Xiyue have that pot of flowers?" Lian Ruoyi's expression was a bit stiff, and there was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

It can't be said that the aroma of the potted flower contains huge poison, so you should stay and study it. Thinking of Mu Xiyue's embarrassment, Feng Qing's pretense smiled easily: "Mu Xiyue, since even the girl likes it, don't argue with her. There is a chance that Master will take you everywhere to appreciate the flowers, okay?

"Master, but ..."

Hold her hand tightly, understand what she means, and tell her not to go on, saying, "How can you still look like your girl?"

Thinking of the poison in the Dragon's Wind, Mu Xiyue's hand trembles. I wanted to study the flower. I might be able to prevent it before the poison hits, but now there is no chance. His face was pale, his hands were cold and sweaty, his brows were clear, and he worriedly asked, "Mu Xiyue, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly stood up and said loudly: "I'm sorry, Mu Xiyue was a little uncomfortable, so I lost my company first."

Panic got up and left, leaving the room full of people looking at each other.

In the early hours of the morning, there was a mist, and the haze reflected everything around me, and the oncoming wind was slightly cool. Mu Xiyue leaned against the window edge, looking up at the brilliant starry sky unhappily, never worrying about it.

With a sigh, the door behind him seemed to be pushed open. Qiu Ling ’s girl told her early that it ’s okay. Mu Xiyue whispered: "Qiu Ling, it's late, I'm really okay, you don't have to come over again, go back and rest."

Hearing the sound of closing the door, he sighed indifferently. Don't want to have a pair of warm hands on the waist ring at the next moment, and there is a soft breath in the ear trace.

Raise the corner of your lips slightly and ask, "Why don't you rest?"

Long Yinfeng rested her head on her shoulder and whispered, "You haven't rested yet."

Mu Xiyue didn't say anything, quietly enjoying this moment of tranquility, Long Yinfeng's whisper: "Miss me?"

In response to his intentions, he turned to look at his tired face but was full of temptation. He pushed away in embarrassment and said, "No seriousness, is there anything wrong with me at this late hour?"

Long Yinfeng turned and sat on the stool, changing his arrogant expression and saying, "I'll get something."

Suddenly, what did you owe him? "Mu Xiyue doesn't understand."

Long Yinfeng ’s eyebrows were slightly twisted, and some displeased said: "Today ’s birthday, everyone in the house gave a gift, but you have n’t said that if you want the king to come and ask you, now the king It ’s already here, should you take it out? "

Mu Xiyue made a robe and embroidered a belt, but did not say it was a gift for his birthday, not to mention how he learned it?

Seeing Mu Xi Yue Shen You, Long Yinfeng got up and died, saying, "If you don't give it, even if you haven't been here before."

How can this person be so childish, or is it the cold face of the man who is scared? Tugging at his sleeve and staring at him helplessly, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Wait."

Take out the baggage from the closet and put it on the table to spread out. Long Yinfeng raised his hand slightly, looking for Mu Xiyue to wait for the dressing.

Long Yinfeng looked at Mu Xiyue unexpectedly. Today, she seems to be particularly obedient, afraid to annoy herself.

He took off his coat, put on his own robe, looped the belt, gathered the placket, raised his head gently and said, "Do you like it?"

At this time, Mu Xiyue was tender and watery, which was more charming than before. How could Long Yinfeng hold herself, lift her jaw, and kiss her cherry lips.

Breathing became rapid, sucking became greedy, fingers passed through the soft hair, and I wished to rub her into her body, the palm wind extinguished the swaying lamp and candle on the table, and held Mu Xiyue to the bed .

The common things in each other's body were removed, and the hearts were tightly stacked together. There are not too many grievances, not too many restraints, only the unyielding lingering cotton is writing the most obsessive love in the world.

The breeze was blowing outside the window, and the leaves jumped gently, growing quietly.

"Yue'er, I gave myself to me without a name, would you hate me?" After that, Mu Xiyue said softly.

Mu Xiyue frowned slightly, but he didn't expect him to ask himself, "Mu Xiyue can't hate it."

Suddenly, he sighed: "It's enough to meet you in this life, you can rest assured, I will give you a name, just want to wrong you, because I can't give you the only one."

Holding his wrist, quietly pulsing the pulse, the pulse is the same as yesterday. It seems that he has listened to his own words, opened the doors and windows, or rarely stayed in the study, the poison of the deadly fragrance did not expand further.

"Yue'er, are you listening to me?" She thought that she was asleep and Long Yin Feng moved her.

She was too focused on her pulse and inadvertently replied: "I don't care, as long as you want, everything is up to you."

Turning over and covering her again, Mu Xiyue blushed and said, "Fujun, enough, you still have to be busy after dawn, go back."

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