Chapter 141, there is a lover, and he should become a dependent

In his hand, the warm touch of warm jade came, and Du lowered his head slightly, looking at the ink-colored hosta in his hand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Instantly, my heart trembled suddenly.

Then, a warm smile spread out from his mouth, his eyes fell on the hairpin in his hand, his brows finally loosened, and he already had an answer in his heart.

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"Princess, this hairpin was sent by Xiaoxiang Pavilion."

"The prince has ordered, a hairpin will be sent every day, and it will not be the same every day."

Lying down slowly, Du Weiwei put the hairpin in his hand on the pillow, and the emotions that were originally entangled in his heart were finally relaxed.

Tomorrow, let's make it clear to Mu Yunxin.

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On the stairs, the lights were bright, and He Xiao sat alone at the table, looking at the martial book in his hand, but he didn't turn a page for half a day.

Then he sighed heavily, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the yard where Du Weiwei was sleeping, and the hands in his sleeves were clenched into fists.

Then a palm wind rose and pushed behind him, and in an instant, all the lights in the room were extinguished, and it was pitch black.

He Xiao's ink-colored robe was hidden in the night, and it was impossible to distinguish it.

"Someone." A voice rose and called out into the empty night.

In a moment, there was a sound in the originally silent woods, and a gray figure flew up and landed under the porch in front of He Xiao's window.

"Master." It's a mystery.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, He Xiao lowered his eyes: "You are on duty today?" ā€

The four people of Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang will each take turns to guard in front of this stepless building every day.

After a little hesitation, Xuan's voice was light and powerful: "In the past few days, Huang Du has gone to the military camp to lead the training, and the three of us have discussed and shared the days he is on duty." ā€

With a restrained look, He Xiao didn't ask any more, but had another order: "Tomorrow, go to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to pick up some good jewelry and send it over." ā€

There was a moment of surprise on his face, but Xuan was still extremely respectful: "Yes." ā€

Just after half a moment, He Xiao's voice sounded again: "That's it, I'll go by myself tomorrow." ā€

This time, Xuan's low face was even more surprised, that is, when he met the princess, the prince who had always been cold-blooded, had become so warm-hearted.

"Let's go down." Before he had time to think about it, He Xiao had already asked Xuan to retreat.

Xuan lowered his head and clenched his fists, his body rose up, and he fell back into the tree.

He Xiao's eyes looked into the distance again, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

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On the second day, the genius was bright, He Xiao had already gone out, and for several days in a row, he went to the camp in person, just thinking about sending the soldiers from Kyoto to the frontier defense as soon as possible, so that his people could enter the barracks in Kyoto faster.

Unlike usual, today's Du Weiwei also woke up very early.

Outside the house, the sound of people practicing could already be heard.

Rubbing his eyes, stamping his shoes, he walked to the window and reached out to gently push a crack open.

Outside the courtyard, Shen Mu did not use kung fu that required foot strength such as landing with light skills, but on the ground, one move at a time.

Zikou propped her head and sat at the stone table, but she didn't look awake, her head kept sliding from her hands, and she clicked again and again.

"Shen Mu, you can practice the exercises...... you practice," he said, already yawning, "What are you doing ......by pulling me up?"

has been following Du Weiwei for a long time, and Zikou also has the habit of getting up late, and getting up so early is really a little unaccustomed.

Shen Mu was silent, and he was very serious with every move in his hand.

Zikou's head sank and kept nodding, her eyes closed heavily, and she didn't want to open them again.

In my ears, there was the sound of the wind rising from the sunken wood moves.

I don't know how many moves I played, Zikou's sleepiness was already hit hard, and in the next moment, Shenmu's palm wind suddenly rose in front of Zikou.

Zikou's expression was not clear, and it was not until the palm wind was extremely close to him that he opened his eyes, but it was already too late to dodge.

Then the palm wind swept across Ziko's face, quickly passing past her ear.

A lock of hair, broken with a sound.

The palm of his hand still rested next to Zikou's ear, and the figure of Shen Mu stood, lowering his head and looking at the woman in front of him.

Zi Koo's mind was already clear when the palm wind slid over her face, and at this moment, her eyes froze, as if she couldn't believe what was in front of her.

In the next moment, his body suddenly stood up.

"Sinking wood!" Zikou's eyes were full of anger.

Shen Mu withdrew his hand and stood with his head bowed.

"If you want to practice, I'll accompany you, now like this, what do you mean?!" Without any thought, Zikou's voice was full of anger.

Then, he pushed out a palm in his hand, hitting Shen Mu's chest.

The footsteps staggered back three steps before stopping, Shen Mu still hung his head, did not speak, his hands clenched into fists, and secretly used his strength.

Zikou frowned fiercely, turned around, never looked at him again, and went straight back to the house.

Shen Mu stood in place, and after Zikou walked for a long time, he slowly raised his hand and spread his clenched fist.

In the palm of his hand, lying quietly was the lock of purple hair that had just been pushed by the palm wind and fell into his hand.

"Why didn't you tell her?" A crisp female voice rang out.

The whole god looked at the Shen Mu in his hand and suddenly came back to his senses, raised his head, and it was Du Weiwei standing in front of him.

Suddenly, Shen Mu's hand picked up his hair again and turned his back behind him: "Princess." ā€

Du lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Shen Mu's movements, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled.

He turned his back to Shen Mu, and his voice seemed to be ethereal: "If you don't say your mind, how can it be considered a mind?" ā€

Shen Mu held the hand behind his back extremely tightly, his eyebrows and eyes were heavy, and he raised it slightly, looking at Du Weiwei's back.

"I've always been lenient with the two of you, and I've never punished you unless it's a big mistake. Whether it's love or righteousness, I don't bother to ask. After a moment's pause, Du turned slightly, facing Shen Mu, and Qingming's voice fell, "You have always been steady, you should understand." ā€

Shen Mu's eyes changed obviously, it turned out that the princess was not allowed to think in her heart, and when her heart slowly sank, Du Weiwei's voice sounded again: "I have never wanted you two to be well." ā€

The corners of his mouth finally couldn't help but swell with a smile, and Shen Mu's heart suddenly became clear, the princess, after all, she was good to herself.

Looking at Shen Mu's changing complexion for a few moments, Du Weiwei couldn't help laughing, and remembered himself and He Xiao in his heart, his eyebrows and eyes were finally shallow and bright, and if he had a lover, he should have become a family.

"Do you need it, I'll tell you for you?" With a raised brow, Du Weiwei had a rare idea of teasing Shen Mu.

His face turned red suddenly, and Shen Mu opened his mouth: "No, no...... No need to ......"

The smile on the corner of his mouth finally raised, and Du Wei's eyebrows stretched, feeling more and more relaxed in his heart. (To be continued.) )