Xuanyuan Mingjun nodded, he didn't believe in those things when he was a child, and he didn't believe it when he was older, until he ...... He saw Fu'er's tombstone, and he believed it!

He wanted to pray for the next life, for the next life and her Fu'er to hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son......

Looking at Xuanyuan Mingjun's sad appearance, An Jiu didn't understand what it felt like, and she didn't know what it felt, but she knew that Xuanyuan Mingjun liked Qi Xiu's mother very much.

"Have you told Xiao Xianggong?"

Xuanyuan Mingjun was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and had doubts in his eyes: "Why do you want to talk to Xiu'er?" ”

"Because that's the mother of the little minister!"

Xuanyuan Mingjun: "......" What is the reason, then Fu'er is still my wife!

"Tell the truth!"

An Jiu glanced at Xuanyuan Mingjun strangely, his eyes were strange, and said, "You don't ask Xiao Xianggong, how do you know if his mother is willing to meet you below?" ”

"Poof!" Xuanyuan Mingjun's whole person was stunned, this was so heart-piercing, he seemed to hear the sound of a knife piercing his heart.

An Jiu looked at Xuanyuan Mingjun's sluggish appearance, and thought to himself, I can't blame me for speaking straight, I said it very tactfully, uncle, you don't understand, you have to make me understand!

An Jiu stuck out his tongue and hurriedly walked away, Xuanyuan Mingjun looked at An Jiu's figure about to leave, and asked with anticipation: "Do you mean to say that Fu'er has something to say to me to explain to Xiu'er!" ”

The expectation in Xuanyuan Mingjun's tone, what flashed in his eyes, under the illumination of the night pearl, crystal clear, his words lost the title of the emperor, and replaced it with 'I', his love for Fu'er is the kind of love that disregards his identity, with expectation and humility.

An Jiu left, and she heard what Xuanyuan Mingjun said, but she didn't know if Qi Xiu's mother had explained to Xiao Xianggong about Xuanyuan Mingjun, but An Jiu didn't want to see the uncle's decadent appearance, so she didn't answer his questions, so that he could have a thought in his heart.

If a person lives without thoughts, then his life will be more painful than death.

An Jiu returned to her dormitory, stared at the top of the bed, and suddenly remembered something, didn't she ask her uncle why he lied to her?!

Why did you come back so quickly?

An Jiu scratched his head irritably, rolled around on the bed twice, and fell asleep.

And Qi Xiu slept on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep at all, took out half of the Yutian comb from his arms, stroked the fine lines on it, and suddenly touched the inconspicuous bulge on the comb, stabbed Qi Xiu's thumb, and the bright red blood beads rolled out instantly, staining the bulge of the Yutian comb.

Qi Xiu hurriedly withdrew his fingers, afraid of soiling the Yutian comb.

"Grunt~" A full and satisfied voice sounded in Qi Xiu's ears.

A faint burst of white light emanated from the Yutian comb, and when the white light dissipated, a white and round rice ball rolled out of the comb.

Qi Xiu looked at the rice balls that rolled down on his hand, looked at them suspiciously, and felt soft, Qi Xiu also pinched them with his hands.

"Ahh What bastard is it, dare to touch Uncle Ben! ”

Tang Yuan suddenly made a sound, and said human words, Qi Xiu subconsciously threw it away.

"Smack!" With a bang, the rice balls came into close contact with the wall, and the rice balls that were round just now were all thrown on the wall and smashed into cakes.

Angrily, he tore himself off the wall, and immediately flew in front of Qi Xiu, shouting, "You are presumptuous! Who allowed you to throw Uncle Ben on the wall! ”

Qi Xiu looked at the dumplings that were thrown on the wall by himself and pressed into cakes, and suddenly felt that this dumplings were a little disgusting.