Chapter 67: Your Highness, Don't Be Black! (8)

The moonlight is like water, cold and bitter.

The ancient tree in the corner of the wall trembled, the thin stamen fell quietly, the white fingers climbed the branches, and one fell to the ground lightly.

The whole body was sore, holding his waist and trembling his calves, supporting his tired body step by step.

[Host, what can the baby see the sixth brother. 】

Mo Erbao supported his head, and his cute little face was tired.

Holding the old waist and sitting down slowly, Su Duyan immediately took off the black robe on his body.

Frowning and examining the wound, "Busy with what." "There's a shallow red mark on the waist, Cao Le! This hoof is really heavy!

[The baby has made an exception to help you!] 】

Mo Erbao was indignant and sleepy, if he hadn't cheated Su Duyan, I'm afraid Su Duyan would have been trampled to death by the horse's hooves!

"Did I say I wouldn't let you see him?" Su Duyan gently wiped the ointment, her curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and her words were stained with a little pain, "Just wait for him to come out next time, it's better to hang on him, don't come down!" "Save on me all the time!

[Hmph! 】

Mo Erbao pulled the small bronze mirror, took a left and right shot, pinched his little face, and touched his hair, is this a little face, huh, will the sixth brother dislike him?!

Endured the pain and took good medicine, and carried the candle flame to the bed, and Su Duyan slowly climbed into bed.

——

I will kill people, I will bear the sin, and I will rob and block.

Jun Wuyuan, I will protect you thoroughly.

The candle flame is faint, and the warm yellow candlelight exudes a little warmth, hazy enveloping the whole room.

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Since that night, Su Duyan has been trapped in the house all day, studying the bottles and cans thoroughly, and not hearing the red dust in his ears.

The twilight of the year is not winter, and it is the spring of March.

Liangwu City is not more lively than the capital, the distant mountains are shadowy, and when the early sun is exposed, the market is rarely populated.

The fog shrouded the street corner like silk, and Su Duyan slipped into Jun Wuyuan's residence early in the morning, forcibly pressed him into a wheelchair, and left Liangwu City.

After turning around, the fog gradually dissipated, Su Duyan pushed Jun Wuyuan lightly onto the boat, and then let go of the rope, the blue waves rippled, and the ship gradually moved away from the shore.

As for the displeasure between the two, it is tacit.

"Can't you just smile?"

There is a bitter gourd face along the way, who to show it!

Su Duyan sat on the bow of the boat uninhibitedly, leaned over slightly, dressed in red, and the surrounding scenery became all embellished.

Seeing that the people around him didn't speak, Su Duyan was angry, this stuffy gourd!

got up and stuffed the jade flute in his arms into his arms, his eyes were like torches, "It's not looking forward to me leaving, then blow a song as a farewell." ”

The dark eyes finally loosened, the white fingers tightly grasped the jade flute in his arms, the chin slowly raised, the voice was faint, but with a little panic?

"You, you're leaving?" It seemed that something was wrong, Jun Wuyuan clasped his palms tightly, his dark clothes receded in a second, and he suppressed the emotions in his eyes, "Okay." ”

The jade flute came to his mouth, his fingers jumped, and the early sun was blocked by the mist, which was quite a paradise.

The sound of the wind passed through his ears, the three thousand hairs flew away, Jun Wuyuan closed his pupils, and the music was revealed.

Su Duyan propped up her arms, squinted at the figure, and smiled shallowly at the corners of her mouth.

"Who told you I was leaving?" Su Duyan leaned over, sat on the edge of the boat, and approached Jun Wuyuan, "Don't blow it, it's desolate and dead." ”

The music was hoarse, the white hand shook, the jade flute fell, Jun Wuyuan opened his eyes with a shallow breath, quite a sense of being played.

Su Duyan was secretly happy in her heart, and she wanted to see what her daughter-in-law would do if she was reluctant to let him go.

Take off the jade pendant around his waist and tie it around Jun Wuyuan's waist instead.

How do you get in love? The beautiful jade is adorned.

The soft fingertips slowly rubbed the corners of the sickly white lips, and met the bottomless black eyes, "Happy birthday, Jun Wuyuan." ”