Mu Jiu was carried back to the house by Xiao Junshu, she was very well-behaved after she was drunk, she almost didn't move much, just hugged Xiao Junshu and didn't let go, he wasted a lot of effort to pull her down, changed her clothes and wiped her face and slept well, I thought it was enough to toss, but in the middle of the night, Mu Jiu suddenly lifted the quilt and pressed Xiao Junshu down.

Finally understood what it meant to be 'full of stamina', Xiao Junshu: ...... Sure enough, Hua Yan was beaten less, and he needed this between him and Mu Jiu?

Early the next morning, Xiao Junshu got up with a satisfied face, looked at Mu Jiu who was sleeping in the dark on the bed, his eyes swept over the marks on her shoulders, he coughed lightly, and quickly pulled the quilt to cover her.

His eyes swept to the box on the small table next to the bed, it was a gift from Mu Jiu, and he didn't have time to open it yesterday.

His birth date was nothing special, but his birth date and his mother's death day, as well as those things in the past, he would selectively ignore this matter from then on, often after a long time before remembering.

Just like Wei Ce did to Mu Jiu, he also had an unhealable wound in his heart, he didn't know how to tell Mu Jiu, and he didn't even want her to know at all.

But the past in her heart is one thing, she is willing to give him his birthday, and he likes it too.

I took the box and opened it, and inside the box was a purple handkerchief.

This gift was so simple that Xiao Junshu was surprised, and he was so lost, but when he picked up the handkerchief, he saw the embroidered pattern on the corner of the handkerchief......

This embroiderer, there is no doubt at all, it is definitely the work of Miss Mu herself, and no one else can embroider such a 'unique' pattern.

So, that's why she didn't layer the pattern on top? It's rare that Miss Mu also has embarrassing times.

Xiao Junshu smiled, folded the handkerchief carefully, and placed it close to his chest, so that this handkerchief was much better than other gifts.

The most important thing is that this is embroidered by Mu Jiu himself, which is very meaningful.

Xiao Junshu met Hua Yan when he went out, Hua Yan subconsciously shrank back, and felt that something was wrong, did he do anything wrong, why was he weak-hearted?

Hua Yan straightened his chest, and as a result, Xiao Junshu snorted and went out.

Hua Yan stood there for a while before he came back to his senses, was he let go? Oh, it seems that someone is hypocritical on the surface, but the body is very honest.

He sneered twice, turned back and continued to tinker with his own medicine.

Mu Jiu slept until noon before waking up faintly, the feeling was so sour that she doubted her life, and the memory fragments of last night came quickly, she was drunk, but she remembered it, as for the content.

Mu Jiu covered his face, forget it, it's better not to remember.

"Master." Wei Xue came in to serve Mu Jiu to bathe and change clothes, hesitated for a moment, and still told Mu Jiu about the wine.

Mu Jiu tugged at his lips and understood.

She hasn't drunk it, but she still heard of the Hua family's daughter brewing, the Hua family's wine is naturally brewed with medicinal herbs, and the effect varies from person to person, and this daughter's brew is a first-class wine for women, beauty and beauty, but don't be greedy, drink too much...... That's what happened to her.

However, Mu Jiu didn't bother with Hua Yan, Hua Yan and Xiao Junshu have a good relationship, it doesn't hurt to make such a joke between brothers, and she has nothing to lose, just treat it as a benefit to Xiao Junshu, if she has to care, this kind of thing is taken out, and it is herself who is cheap.

What made Mu Jiu strange was that he didn't see Xiahou Jin when he woke up.

"These six highnesses are gone?"

"Nope." The little herring was arranging the embroidery thread and making the gold thread into a ball and throwing it to the green silk player: "He said to go out for a walk." ”

It was expected that the man couldn't sit still, but he wasn't drunk last night?

Mu Jiu was not in good spirits, and fell asleep after eating and lying on the recliner for a while, the sun fell on her, warm and comfortable.

Xiao Qingyu was originally sorting out things, but when he glanced at Mu Jiu casually, he couldn't take his eyes off it in an instant.

Mu Jiu tilted her head and lay on the chair, the position of the parasol was a little crooked, which could cover her eyes, and the sun fell below her nose, looking at the little herring, the skin was moist and translucent, as if it was glowing.

The black hair was unrestrained and casually draped, like a waterfall cascading down from behind him, gently blown by the breeze.

is different from the kind of beauty that is tasteless after a stunning glance, Mu Jiu's appearance is very attractive, no powder, eyebrows like ink painting, clear and elegant, delicate and small facial features, under a closer look, there is no imperfection.

The skin is delicate, as if it is broken when poked, and the contour of the face is the unique beauty of the girl, and the little herring suddenly discovered at this moment that the master is not big.

It's only twenty-nine this year.

The master usually acts steadily, strategizes, and does not show his edge, but the momentum of the superior hidden in the soul always makes people ignore her age, can't see through her, and even fears.

But in fact, she is just the most beautiful age of a woman, like a flower that has just bloomed, with her own delicate and fragrant, and she needs to be carefully cared for at an age.

The master is really beautiful.

Xiao Qingyu unconsciously held his face, looked at Mu Jiu obsessively, something slipped under his feet, looked down and saw that it was Qing Si'er, Xiao Qingyu nodded its head: "Do you think so too?" ”

Weixue walked through the corridor, saw this scene from a distance, a shallow smile in her eyes rippled, and turned to continue to do her own thing.

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In the main tent of the Tanglin Army station, more than a dozen men of three or five thick sat at the table, although they were dressed in armor, but their posture was more like bandits, one by one they were angry and angry, and the wine bowls on the table were crooked, very sloppy.

The man sitting on the throne looked thinner than them, with a mustache, and a sinister look that he was also a ruthless character, but he had a shrewd calculation in his eyes that was different from those people, and he was not so impulsive and brainless, so he could be the head of this group of people and sit on the throne.

"Tell me, sir, what should I do? This Tanglin King obviously wants to gather military power, can we just watch? Surrender willingly? ”

One person was so angry that he slapped the table: "Lao Tzu doesn't care, this Tanglin is our territory, he Donglin King is a fart, we only listen to the head, and the king of heaven Lao Tzu said it doesn't count." ”

"That's it, Tanglin is a place where birds don't, there is no oil and water, and he still wants to come to get a piece of the pie, so it's better to slaughter him."

"Do you really think you've fought a few battles before you dare to come to the score? Maybe it's just a fist embroidered leg, and Lao Tzu is not afraid of him. ”

A fat man stood next to the main seat, dressed in a literati's robe, he should be a master, but his figure was really difficult to see the demeanor of a literati, he only felt greasy, but his small eyes were dripping, and he was holding back some bad ideas at first glance.

(End of chapter)