She knew that Bo Zeyu was the same age as her, but she couldn't imagine that she would still be an older sister in the future. Thinking that he had always been trained by him before, Mu Xiaoxiao felt a little funny. They really aren't ordinary fate.

A little maid came to the side and leaned on Uncle Fu's ear and said a few words, Uncle Fu's face changed, he hurriedly said goodbye to Mu Xiaoxiao, and trotted away.

Mu Xiaoxiao originally wanted to ask him more about the prince, but now he can only give up.

She walked a little on the empty tree-lined path and turned back into the house.

Uncle Fu said that the prince would return to Xianghu today.

When the time comes, she will mix in the crowd and look at him, and she will definitely not be discovered.

Mu Xiaoxiao leaned on the railing and looked out, full of spring.

He patted his chair and sat down peacefully.

His eyes flashed with moving fluctuations, a bitterness approached his eyebrows, and his chest was depressed.

She used to see him every day and never tired of it.

It's harder to look at it now than to climb to the sky.

She really wanted to stay by his side and enjoy the flowers with him and watch the first rays of sunshine every morning.

But what should Daddy do? She couldn't leave her only loved one behind.

Some white-clothed Mu Xiaoxiao supported his head with his hands, his brows were tightly locked, and his long hair was scattered in the air.

The figure that came to mind went from blurry to clear.

Zi's thick eyebrows are slightly raised in the shape of a sword, the black eyes seem to be dyed with a layer of mist, revealing alienation, indifference and wisps of evil aura, the tall nose looks very arrogant, and the beautifully curved and well-contoured lips exude a little cool evil atmosphere.

He doesn't talk much, he likes to purse his mouth and pretend to be old.

Half-asleep and half-awake, she could always hear him calling her name, "Mu Xiaoxiao." Whether she was worried or angry, she wanted to hear it again.

The warm wind whipped up the fallen leaves on the ground, and when it stopped, nothing was taken away.

If history can be tampered with by her, I hope that Bo Zeyu will grow up in an ordinary family, and it is best to be adjacent to her.

Then, she is not a lonely star as the villagers say, but an ordinary woman.

It is better if he is eleven days older than himself.

The two have known each other since childhood, and they are adults together, the orders of their parents, and the words of matchmakers.

A qiē water comes naturally.

Then two dolls were born, a boy and a girl.

The child's appearance is best followed by the father's words, the head...... It's better to be like a father.

Next, Bo Zeyu will take on the burden of the family and work hard, and she will teach her husband and children at home.

In the days after them, the husband and wife were harmonious, and the father and son were filial piety.

If you can do this, there is no fear of death.

Thinking about it, a smile appeared on the corner of Mu Xiaoxiao's mouth.

There is no geographical distinction, no identity, and no one prevents them from falling in love.

"How nice it would be." With a sigh from her, the beautiful dream was shattered. Mu Xiaoxiao's white hand hung in mid-air, and he moved emptily twice, Bo Zeyu was like sunlight, he couldn't see it.

"I like you very much." She gestured to the air. What she didn't dare to say before, she can say it frankly today.

But he still failed him.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was in unbearable heartache, choked up a little, and her voice became softer and softer, "But I can only like it here." ”

She was strong and never cried.

Simply stood up, closed the window, and walked back inside.

Looking at the neatly placed tea leaves on the table, I panicked. Soon she remembered that it was she who felt that the plain boiled water was difficult to swallow, so she asked Uncle Fu to order her subordinates to buy some tea and come back.

Mu Xiaoxiao skillfully brewed tea, and waited for all the tea leaves to fall to the bottom of the pot.

Got a cup for yourself.

The green white hand holds the teacup and turns it slowly. His eyes are empty, and his thoughts don't know where to go.

Are you still used to drinking the tea in Jiangnan?

I'm not used to it, like you said, it's too light.

The water was not hot, but her eyes were red

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