readx; Even a second-class girl with an impure mind like Su Ya can catch the wind and catch the shadow to flatter, but she, the master, is like a blind person. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But what's the use of blaming yourself at this time. It's not like knocking over a cup of tea and making a new pot. A thought has taken root and sprouted in the hearts of others, how do you know that kind of secretly happy and apprehensive longing, saying that it can be soothed.

How is it possible to be carefree. Xue Mingyu couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart, and Qin Junxiu wouldn't agree.

Refusing to be carefree, this is the contradiction and pain hidden on the surface of Xue Mingyu's calm now. Breaking the illusion of worry-free, they can no longer be the pair of master and servant who relied on each other at the beginning.

There is sand in the rice, even if it is only one grain, and you will be careful and terrified with every bite of food.

Xue Mingyu was extremely distressed. She had never felt so stupid. Even if Yue Lian suddenly became Aunt Lian, she could remind Wei Yanran not to neglect her precautions during pregnancy as soon as possible. Even if everyone was worried that the Eight Princes' Mansion would add an arm to Concubine Zhang's side, she could see that it was better to promote the alliance and destroy it a little bit than to prevent it.

It's just a girl, and she has the mind of portrait Qin Junxiu. Why did she feel as much pain as her broken arm?

Xue Mingyu kept repeating a sentence in his mind. Why is it worry-free

Why is it worry-free

Why is it worry-free

She had lunch as usual, took a nap, went to the wooden gardenia mountain house for a turn, and picked a few pots of flowers to go to Jiajintang to change them for Qin Junxiu. But Xue Mingyu felt that her seemingly normal day only had a feeling of confusion.

She didn't mention it again to see if she had no worries.

It's just that when Qin Jun was repairing the palace, Xue Mingyu walked over from the verandah with his eyelids lowered when Xue Mingyu was standing waiting for him at the Hanging Flower Gate.

"Princess," she didn't dare to look up into Xue Mingyu's eyes.

"Well," Xue Mingyu nodded, "Didn't you feel unwell and took a day off, why did you come over?"

Wu Wu still lowered his head, "The slave maid is here to accompany you and wait for the prince." ”

Xue Mingyu felt a buzzing in his ears. Before, when she was discussing the affairs of the restaurant with Wan Guan every day, Wuwu always pinched a little and said, "Princess, you are busy, and the slave maid will go to the weeping flower gate to wait for the prince." ”

She remembered that there were very few days when she got up early in the morning to send Qin Junxiu out, and most of them were because Qin Junxiu couldn't bear to quarrel with her and went out quietly by herself. Is that it, every time she is away, she is carefree to send Qin Junxiu and other Qin Junxiu at this hanging flower gate

Xue Mingyu took a deep breath, "It's just to punish you once, you don't dare to raise your head and talk to me"

Wuwu slowly raised his head and glanced at Xue Mingyu, and quickly lowered his eyelids and bit his lip. "Slaves don't."

She obviously didn't dare to look at it directly, and she said no.

This is no longer the Lu Xiaohua who knew everything about her at the beginning.

When Qin Junxiu dismounted at the Hanging Flower Gate, he habitually threw the horsewhip to the sword behind him, he pulled the cloak on his body, and was about to throw it to the maid beside Xue Mingyu, when he stretched out a pair of plain hands obliquely, "I'll take it." ”

Xue Mingyu smiled shallowly, took Qin Junxiu's cloak and put it on his wrist, as if he didn't see a carefree expression.

"Princess, I'll help you get it." Worry-free said anxiously.

"No, you don't." Xue Mingyu said lightly, and was led forward by Qin Junxiu.

Carefree and lost followed.

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