Ning Xuemo looked at this chess game, as if the great god was absent-minded just now......

It's rare that he will have something on his mind......

Ning Xuemo hugged her arms and stood leaning on the pavilion pillar without speaking.

"Washed?" Shen Jiuli turned around and looked at her slowly.

Ning Xuemo was washing in the hot spring in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, her hair was still half wet, and her pretty face was still red with mist steaming, looking like a red apple with dewdrops, which made people want to take a bite.

As soon as Shen Jiuli raised his hand, he wanted to pull her into his arms, but Ning Xuemo's figure flashed, avoiding his fingers and leaning in front of another pillar.

Shen Jiuli: "......"

She seems to be a little alienated from him these days.

Since the failed forced marriage on the ice field that day, she has never let him hold him in person......

His arm slowly fell, and he didn't care, and sat down at the small table: "Kill a plate with me?" ”

Ning Xuemo peeled a grape and threw it into his mouth: "I'm not interested for the time being." Great God, I am taking my farewell to you. ”

"Farewell? Where to go? Shen Jiuli looked up at her.

"Of course, go back to Ningfu. I'm not your concubine now, and you are Han Shanyue's identity, so I can't live with you as your apprentice in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, I have no name or division, and I can't stay here, so I'd better go back to Ning Mansion. Don't worry, I will also go to the prince's wedding tomorrow, and I will not be absent. ”

Shen Jiuli looked at her for a moment, put away the chessboard, and didn't keep it, only said: "Okay, I'll send you." ”

Ning Xuemo: "......"

She felt a little panicked, turned around and left: "No need, just a few steps." ”

She walked as fast as she could, and in a moment she was out of the yard.

Because it was the middle of winter, it was late, and there were few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few passers were in a hurry.

Ning Xuemo came to the street and was blown by the cold wind, and the person calmed down.

patted his head, what's wrong with himself?

It seems to have become a little calculating lately.,The great god may have something unspeakable.,The great god has his own great god's truth.。 Why do you have to worry about a name problem with him?

Everything will be known after the eighth level, and he is not in a hurry at this time.

Before the eighth level, it would be good for you to enjoy this little life of freedom.

She simply sang out loud: "The Duke of Heaven leaned slightly and spilled a pot of wine." How much is in the world, and the destiny is romantic. Lingxiu frowned, Haoqi stored in his chest, seven points of madness and three points of gentleness. Truth and falsehood, everything is desired. Fame and fortune are exchanged for wine. Sound and color, but flesh and blood, the world is sentimental, how many people can be comfortable? Leaning on the tall building alone, there are always people singing and waiting for each other. It's hard to be crazy, and I decide that I will stay ......"

Under this singing, the depression in her heart seemed to be much less, Ning Xuemo strode forward, attracting the sideways glances of passers-by, she didn't care, and sang even louder.

"It's a good fame and fortune, used to exchange for wine, sound and color, but it's just skin and flesh!" Someone upstairs slapped his hands a few times, and the applause was crisp and the voice was clear in the night.

This voice was faintly familiar, Ning Xuemo looked up when she heard the sound, and saw a person standing on the second floor of a restaurant.

Dressed in an ordinary green shirt, she looked thin and thin, although the night was hazy, Ning Xuemo saw her face clearly--

Men's crown princess Tian Xueqing.

Ning Xuemo was stunned for a moment, Tian Xueqing looked at her and shook the wine glass in her hand: "Are you interested in coming up for a drink?" ”

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