The star-studded sky looks so lively, and the Forgotten Dust Villa below it is also full of people.

"Sister Murong, you have mercy when you are old, let me sleep well......"

Qin Zixin snatched the pillow from Murong Bing's hand, wrapped the quilt around his body, and prepared to go to He Zhougong to drink tea again.

Murong Bing stood helplessly in front of the bed, tonight, Dugu Ao, the owner of Forgotten Dust Mountain Villa, specially set up a dinner party for tomorrow's Zuihou competition, seeing that the time for this banquet was approaching, but her purple-hearted sister, as the pavilion master of Xiaoyao Pavilion, was still sleeping with her head covered.

Qin Zixin continued to meet Zhou Gong with a peaceful face, not only did she not rest well last night, but she also kept running around during the day today.

After the competition, she fell asleep as soon as she returned to the room, and I don't know where the dinner party had been thrown away.

"She still won't get out of bed?"

Zhuge Yan's cold voice came from the door, Murong Bing nervously turned his head and clasped his hands into fists and saluted, and was about to explain but was stopped by Zhuge Yan waving his hand.

Zhuge Yan walked to the bed with a handsome face, he suddenly leaned down and whispered in Qin Zixin's ear: "You alone dominate/occupy so many places, do you want me to lie on you?" ”

Murong Bing stood not far away and watched this scene, his face turned from cold to hot/hot, is this picture a little inappropriate for children? It's just that my heart still uncontrollably began to feel uncomfortable.

At the same time, Qin Zixin bounced up from the bed as if she had been splashed with boiling water, and fell to the ground in twos and threes.

She seemed to have heard someone's ill-intentioned voice just now, and it wasn't until a deliberately suppressed laugh came from the direction above her head that Qin Zixin knew that she had been smashed.

Qin Zixin sat on the ground, a little pain came from her knees, and she looked at Zhuge Yan who was smiling happily with an angry face. No way, she accidentally fell off the bed just now.

After seeing Qin Zixin's wonderful getting up, the sadness in Murong Bing's heart was also swept away. She couldn't help herself from laughing, but she still couldn't control her laughter, and if she couldn't bear it any longer, she would hurt internally......

"Are you earthly, still lying on the ground, and the dinner is about to begin."

Zhuge Yan suppressed his laughter, but his face was still smiling. He stretched out his hand to Qin Zixin, who was sitting on the ground, and motioned for her to stand up.

Golden opportunity! Qin Zixin looked at his hand, turned his head and stretched out his hand in Murong Bing's direction.

Zhuge Yan didn't mind, he put away his hand that was frozen in mid-air and walked out with a cold face. Qin Zixin snorted lightly, be careful when I abduct and sell your grass to see if you can laugh or not.

After a short period of sleep, Qin Zixin's spirit also recovered a lot. Murong Bing glanced at the folding fan in her hand and resolutely snatched it from Qin Zixin's claws.

"Sister Purple Heart, as a woman, it's better for you to hold this." Murong Bing said and put a piece of moon-white brocade in Qin Zixin's hand.

Qin Zixin looked at the folding fan snatched away by Murong Bing with "grievance", why don't you take the fan and take the Jinpa on a hot day? Besides, how elegant and chic the fan is, so that it can show the temperament of the Xiaoyao Pavilion even more.

"Sister Murong, this is not fair. You're not a girl, so you're more feminine with a sword than me with a folding fan? ”

Qin Zixin pursed his lips unconvinced, this was clearly differential treatment.