Gui Yuxi didn't want to be strong.

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The feeling of becoming popular overnight...... Not really.

I got up early, and before dawn, the housekeeper was already in charge.

He led many family members into Gui Yuxi's house.

Gui Yuxi's four-lean-back eight-fork sleep is called Huan style.

The small mouth is open, and the pant is hachi.

The housekeeper had no choice but to stroke his forehead, and the prince's vision was really different.

"Yu Xiaoba, wake up." The butler patted her face.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The butler beckoned: "Just carry the bed away." ”

"Yes."

Gui Yuxi was carried to the main room that had just been cleaned out with the bed.

An hour later.

The smell of roast chicken, roast duck, roast hooves hovers around the tip of the nose.

The little noodle melon pouted and opened his mouth.

I can't eat anything.

She was in a hurry.

A carp sits up.

I opened my eyes and looked around in confusion.

The grass-blue walls are covered with all sorts of murals, all about Feng Shui.

The ground is shiny, and it can slip and stab on it.

Valuable vases are placed on pear blossom wooden shelves.

Gui Yuxi seemed to see bags and bags of silver beckoning to her.

But what's going on with the chicken leg hanging in front of you?

She rubbed her eyes and pulled her shoes along with the chicken legs.

Hey?

The small melon looked up along the string tied to the chicken legs.

Jun Moyan is hanging on the beam.

"Uncle!" The small noodle melon is puffy.

Scold.

A certain king jumped down.

"Is it a pig? I didn't know if I brought the bed in. ”

"Huh?" Gui Yuxi looked at the small broken bed that he was out of place with the room: "Uncle, what do you mean by this?" ”

Jun Moyan sat on the horizontally carved bamboo chair and circled: "From today on, you will live here." ”

"Uncle, why? It's so luxurious here, it's useless. "How can the little noodle melon have a kind of self-wrapping. The illusion of raising it.

Jun Moyan took a sip of tea, and locked her with deep eyes: "You are now the king's person, living in such a broken room will be gossiped about, raise you, this king can still raise it." ”

Puff......

Gui Yuxi almost spurted blood.

Nourish, nourish......

"Butler, change the bed." Jun Moyan commanded.

The housekeeper behind the screen bowed slightly, and sent someone to throw the little broken bed out and move a luxurious sandalwood bed in.

"Wow, that's a big bed." Gui Yuxi left everything behind for a while.

God knows how aggrieved she was in the little broken bed she slept in in the past, and she could fall to the ground with a single rollover.

She rolled around on the big bed, her ass slammed, and she bumped into a hard man.

"Great, uncle." Now I stutter when I see my uncle.

"Yes." Jun Moyan put one elbow on half of his head and looked at her meaningfully: "This bed, do you like it?" ”

"Hehe, I like it, it's big, it's comfortable to roll." Gui Yuxi sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The corners of Jun Moyan's lips were slightly raised: "This king thinks the same way, so that you can rest here in the future, this king doesn't have to worry that the bed is not big enough." ”

I fell!

It means that the uncle wants to stay overnight for a long time.

Gui Yuxi got up, the young man was handsome and elegant, and she said implicitly: "Uncle, we can't live together." ”

Her words meant something else in Jun Moyan's ears, and he suddenly leaned closer, and nodded his lips like small melon and thin-skinned shrimp dumplings with his fingertips: "Don't worry, this king will give you a name." ”

I'll fall again!

What the?

Is there a problem with my uncle's ability to understand?

Is this a matter of reputation?