Although Mu Xiaoxiao listened to his father's past, he and An Zhenghao, the boss of a gambling house, were old friends. But she can't forgive An Zhenghao for what he did just because he was his father's old man, and she sloppied people's lives at the feet of the Son of Heaven, and she must settle this account with him.

After arranging the team in the inn, Mu Xiaoxiao and Bo Zeyu went to find a gambling house to settle accounts.

Mu Xiaoxiao also specially changed into men's clothes, for fear that the big boss of a gambling house would not recognize her.

Bo Zeyu, who followed her to take revenge, deliberately pinned a long sword to his waist, Mu Xiaoxiao saw her with a weapon for the first time, and couldn't help but look at it twice, the sword body was cast and thin, with a faint cold light, and the hilt of the sword was a golden dragon carving, which looked extremely majestic, although he could feel a cold air when he stood beside him without going out of his body, this sword must be extraordinary.

After taking a few steps, Mu Xiaoxiao's pupils dilated and stopped in front of the white wall.

"It'......," she said, pointing to the portrait on the wall.

The girl in the painting has thick eyebrows and big eyes, long hair fluttering, puffed cheeks, and a sweet smile.

Bo Zeyu was also shocked when he saw it, stepped forward and took off the portrait, and muttered, "Why is there anything that hasn't been destroyed?" ”

Before Mu Xiaoxiao could see enough, the portrait was folded into a small piece by him and put into the sleeve, and she grabbed it dissatisfied, "Why are you taking my portrait!" She was not mistaken, at that time she was still chubby, after separating from the prince, she suffered badly, lost a lot of weight, her round cheeks were long gone, and her facial features were more energetic after losing flesh.

Bo Zeyu pushed her impatiently, and was afraid that she would fall, so he pulled her sleeve, "Hurry up!" Stop it. ”

"Then why is my portrait here?" Mu Xiaoxiao still didn't stop, always trying to grab his portrait, but Bo Zeyu easily dodged it.

It's really annoying to her.

He wrapped her two sleeves and pulled her away.

The peculiar way of walking attracted the squint of many passers-by.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was thin-skinned, suddenly turned red to the root of her ears.

Bo Zeyu's appearance was originally an eye-catching Cunzài, plus she was tied up by him like a prisoner. Naturally attracts more people.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was following behind, said softly, "I don't want to look at it, you let me go." ”

"Really?" Bo Zeyu didn't look back.

"Eun!" Mu Xiaoxiao nodded quickly like a chicken pecking rice.

"Good!" Bo Zeyu didn't embarrass her too much and let go of her hand.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who had regained her freedom, hid beside him and walked with her head down. It's really a shame, the prince really did everything, and she didn't dare to fight with him in the future.

Bo Zeyu hooked the corners of his mouth when Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't see it, revealing deep dimples, and changed to an expressionless appearance after a long time.

The portrait hidden in the sleeve is from his handwriting, thinking that he has lived for more than ten years or is the first time to paint a portrait, but I didn't expect a little achievement, he is really omnipotent.

At that time, Mu Xiaoxiao left the Prince's Mansion, and on the surface he was not unhappy, but the people who helped him tidy up the room knew that everything that could be smashed in the house was smashed by him.

In private, he also found many people to find Mu Xiaoxiao, and asked people to copy his portrait and paste it on the streets and alleys, but they found nothing.

Later, when the Queen Mother found out, he reined in and ordered everyone to remove the portraits.

It's just that he couldn't have imagined that Mu Xiaoxiao, who let him find the sky, was trapped in the deep forest and almost lost his life.

couldn't help but glance at Mu Xiaoxiao who was hiding behind him, it was safest to put her within the reach of his sight.

The sharp-eyed man saw a trace of blood red on her white palm, which should have been injured when she was fighting with him for the portrait just now.

"Mu Xiaoxiao, why do you always get hurt?" There was reluctance and annoyance in Bo Zeyu's tone.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked down at his palm and shook it twice casually, "Oh! It's all a minor injury, it's not a big deal. She wasn't impressed.

Bo Zeyu saw it in an eyesore, grabbed her hand, took out gauze from his waist and helped her bandage it carefully.

The gentleness on his face when he lowered his head made Mu Xiaoxiao's heart beat

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