"The girl is so confident in this king?" said Yu Wangye, as if he was joking, staring at the ring expressionlessly.

"Isn't there a prince yet?" a smile flashed in Mu Qianqing's clear eyes, and he said indifferently without waves: "Isn't such a trivial matter just a snap of a finger to the prince?"

There are some compliments, but Situ Moran seems to be quite full of benefits, the bright sunlight gently shines on the silver mask that is exquisitely made, simple and noble, and the face under the mask seems to float a faint, upside-down smile.

He turned his head and looked at Mu for a moment, bathed in gentle sunlight, as if his own brilliance, harmonious and beautiful, warm people's hearts, there is no inappropriate feeling, now he is as demagogic as a god, who can believe that the man in front of his eyes will be the terrifying, cruel and bloodthirsty, cold and ruthless Yu Wangye.

His red lips opened lightly, with a hint of solemn low voice, and a little cold came out: "Come on, prepare the four treasures of the study room for this king." ”

As soon as his voice fell, a guard respectfully brought the four treasures of the study and placed them neatly on the table beside him.

"Then can you ask the girl to help this king study ink?" Situ Moran regained his laziness again, his voice was low and charming, and his evil face bloomed with a bewitching smile like a poppy.

Mu poured a smile in his eyes, and glanced at someone with some disgust.

Asking someone to do something, it's hard to refuse if he is sent, but he has a little belly in his heart, and he feels that the prince is a little too pretentious.

In fact, she really thought wrong, people call it mood, and it is understandable that such incomprehensible amorous feelings like Mu Qianqing are forgivable, after all, there are perennial fights and bloodshed, and if there is no comfortable life, you can't think of these fancy things.

Mu began to grind the ink carefully.

There is really a big difference in the appearance of people who are beautiful and ugly, and how they do things.

Although Mu is a little reluctant, but the graceful and delicate posture, with the hazy veil, the hands and feet are full of fairy energy, and the jade-like skin is repeatedly gentle and dazzling under the reflection of the sun, which makes people reluctant to look away.

Situ Moran just stared at it quietly, making people unable to see his expression, but the bloodthirsty aura around him became softer and softer.

Mu is like a fairyland elf, sometimes naughty and cute, sometimes quiet and dusty, making people unable to take his eyes off, as if a distracted person will miss a lot of wonderful her.

"Hey, I said the eldest prince, still don't use your pen?" she studied for a while and didn't see any movement from the other party, so she couldn't help but be a little anxious.

Situ Moran's ghostly face under the mask smiled evilly.

This girl is really impatient!

He was lightly touched, a little lucky, and floated in.

The petals that fell from the air fluttered gently around him, swirling until they landed.

At this time, he was full of evil charms, gentle, giving people the feeling of a spring breeze, his slender jade hand caressed her head dotingly, and then held a pen sprinkled on the rice paper The dragon and the phoenix danced.

Mu glanced at the demon on the side helplessly, no matter what action he did, he could make it extremely perfect and tempting.

However, he is always unscrupulous and caresses her head at will, regardless of the occasion.

The gestures he made to her didn't annoy her, only this made her feel like a dog.

But she also thought about it, some dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, this demon always had a way to make her adapt, in order to avoid trouble, she chose to be silent.

And the three people who were ignored on the side looked at the picturesque two in front of them very tacitly, and even a little stunned.

The scene in front of the eyes can only be described by the beautiful scroll that comes out of the pen of God.

The two of them seem to have their own brilliance, shining so brightly that people can't take their eyes off it, such a beautiful couple, like a fairy couple. It really responds to the sentence 'This scene should only exist in heaven, and people have to see it a few times'.

"Alright, hard work. Situ Moran put down the comparison in his hand, and casually tucked the broken hair scattered on Mu Tianqing's face behind his ears, with gentle and caring movements.

Mu Qianqing's height is already very outstanding, but in front of Situ Moran, he still has to tilt his head to see his demonic face that tempts all things.

Under the sunlight, two equally enchanting shadows are reflected on the ground on the side, and they blend in with each other exactly as if they were picturesque, making the scenery seem to be full of brilliance.

The breeze floats catkins, mixed with the aroma of grass, which makes people feel refreshed, and such a beautiful scenery completely fascinates the three people who were ignored on the side.

"Cough~~Cough" Bertone was older after all, and he was a little embarrassed by his distraction just now, so he cleared his throat, and at the same time disturbed the two people who seemed to be immortals on the side.

"Master, are you thirsty? Mu Yin came to her senses and hurriedly prepared tea for Bertone.

The three of them tacitly put away their stunned gazes, and consciously chose to block the two of them.

"It's all your fault, you can write like this. Mu was also a little uncomfortable for the distraction just now, and whispered angrily.

She really had deep doubts about whether this demon had a leg with the god in charge of reincarnation in the sky, otherwise how could he be so perfect, even in writing.

Just after studying the ink, she inadvertently glanced at it a few times, the font was natural, magnificent, super-elegant, vigorous and powerful, which made her, a person who is not very good at writing, envious and jealous.

"Is the girl blaming this king?" Situ Moran leaned down, and the warm breath sprayed on Mu Qian's sensitive neck with his low and warm voice, and a touch of provocative charm flashed under his enchanting deep eyes: "It's not that the girl is too beautiful and delicious, so that this king can't help but want to eat it." ”

"You-" Mu poured a touch of shame on her face, and took two steps back to distance the two, she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of so many people, can't we run away if she can't afford it: "That font is almost dry, I'm thirsty and go to drink tea first." ”

After speaking, some of them returned to the table where her master and others were seated first, and drank tea in a big gulp, and a touch of pink could still be found on a very plain face.

If this demon doesn't get it, she won't give up, right?

Really, she found out that since she met this guy and she was always being molested, she was still powerless.

The ambiguity and awkwardness in the room are overflowing.

Situ Moran didn't feel anything at all, but he seemed to be in a very good mood.

"Send this secret letter to my father. He folded the rice paper on the table and handed it to the guards who had been waiting for a long time, and said the purpose casually.

The shyness on Mu Qianqing's face receded slightly, and he smiled a little coldly: "I hope the emperor will not be angry when he sees the letter." ”

Fang just glanced at the content of the letter casually, she didn't expect that this guy Situ Moran actually built the emperor of the Ninety-Five Emperor to organize a gambling game, and she really didn't know whether it was arrogant or bold

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