Mu Jiu sometimes can't tell whether he loves Xiao Junshu more emotionally or loves his appearance and body more.

Emotionally, she is tepid, and it seems that she can't have much mood swings.

She struggled on the edge of life and death countless times, and finally was burned to death by fire, she didn't struggle with that kind of pain, what else could she fear in this world?

Especially things like feelings, she can have them, in fact, they are already very valuable, so in terms of feelings, she has always been cold, not as deep and hot as Xiao Junshu, but ...... This man seems to be a pit that she can't climb out of.

likes good-looking things and beautiful men, but after having Xiao Junshu, other beauties seem to have been staying away from her, but Xiao Junshu is just like her addiction.

Every time she was tossed, she felt that life was worse than death, but once he deliberately seduced her, she couldn't hold it, and then she sent the food to the door in a daze.

This feeling of dying by oneself is really unstoppable.

I knew that it would be a catastrophe, but I fell willingly, and it was over! She was planted in Xiao Junshu all her life and couldn't get up.

After Mu Jiu woke up, the taste of the crematorium was also amazing.

There are still people next to each other, it is early in the morning, Xiao Junshu is also sleeping soundly, Mu Jiu looked up, there was no moonlight outside the window, and there was no light in the house, this black pitch was so dark, no matter how good her eyes were, she couldn't see at night.

After waking up, I didn't feel sleepy, I wanted to see Xiao Junshu's sleeping face but couldn't see it clearly, and the most important thing was that I was not feeling well and was terrible.

Xiao Junshu was indeed very tired and slept soundly, but Mu Jiu twisted and twisted in his arms, and it was difficult for him to wake up, but he didn't break open his eyes, and rolled Mu Jiu into his arms and circled her, and dropped a kiss on her forehead in a daze: "Good, sleep." ”

Mu Jiu was encircled in his arms and couldn't move, she didn't feel sleepy, but he was extremely tired all the way back, and Mu Jiu couldn't bear to wake him up.

Stiffened and didn't dare to move, and when Xiao Junshu fell asleep, he gently took his hand away and stepped on the ground.

The autumn night was a little cold, Mu Jiushun took Xiao Junshu's coat and walked out, the night breeze was cool, and he was more sober when he blew it.

Tonight's vigil is the little herring, the girl sleeps like a pig, but the room with a slight snow has a faint light, she has to get up at night to take care of the child so stay, and the two nurses live in the side room next to her.

Mu Jiu didn't go over, but turned around and went up to the attic, lit the lamp and took it to the desk, which was paved with paper, she often copied Buddhist scriptures these days, so there was always paper and pen here.

I put my coat on my body and polished my pen.

Sitting down upright, lifting the pen, copying the Buddhist scriptures without hurrying, Mu Jiu's words are the same as her people, at first they looked upright and sleek, as if they had no characteristics, but if you look carefully, each stroke is implied to be sharp and restrained.

A Buddhist scripture is only two or three hundred words, not much, word by word serious copying, really serious, in fact, it doesn't take long.

Soon a piece of paper was filled, Mu Jiu took the Buddhist scripture and put it aside, and continued to write it.

People who can't meditate on the Buddhist scriptures will find it unbearable, but if they are truly resolute, they will feel that this is a very good way to concentrate their minds.

There is a wooden box next to the table, which is full of boxes, all of which are Buddhist scriptures copied by Mu Jiu, and when she has copied enough, she will have people send these to Nanshan Temple to burn.

Whether she is pious or not, Mu Jiu doesn't care, she doesn't have too many prayers for the Buddha, all she asks for is a piece of peace of mind.

Suddenly a pair of hands were encircled around his waist, and the pen in Mu Jiu's hand was stunned, and the pen and ink were blurred on the paper.

This familiar breath, she didn't have to look back to know who was coming, there was an extra ball of ink on the paper, and there was only so much of the Buddhist scriptures that were about to be copied, but Mu Jiu didn't care, changed to a small pen, and sketched a few strokes on the paper after dipping the ink, and the smudged ink ball turned into a lifelike epiphany, which fell on the paper, which was very meaningful.

Mu Jiu put down the pen and asked Xiao Junshu: "Why did you get up?" ”

Xiao Junshu hugged Mu Jiu, her broad body shrouded her, watching her skillfully put down the pen, a flower in the blink of an eye, and a rippling brilliance flashed in her lazy eyes, his little lady is so amazing, as if she has a seven-trick exquisite heart.

"I can't sleep without you around."

Mu Jiu smiled: "You don't have me by your side outside these days, don't you also fall asleep?" ”

"That's different." Xiao Junshu sat on the chair, scooped Mu Jiu out and sat in his arms, buried his head in her neck, and inhaled the taste that belonged to her: "You are not around, I have to rest as usual, but you are by your side, I naturally have to hug you tightly to sleep well, I just woke up without you, I thought I was dreaming." ”

In the days without her, he had more than once dreamed that he would come back to meet her, and the dream was a sweet dream, but the moment he woke up, it turned into a nightmare.

Mu Jiu hugged his neck and rubbed his neck affectionately: "It's still early, let's go back, I'll sleep with you for a while." ”

Xiao Junshu naturally had no opinion, glanced at Mu Jiu's Buddhist scriptures, lowered his head and kissed her lips, without a trace of eagerness, gently tossing and grinding, extremely gentle.

This feeling of having someone worry about him and praying for his safe return is really good, of course, this is only for her, his wife.

I was thinking of going back to sleep, but when I lay down on the bed, both of them were sleepy, but they didn't want to do anything else, so they just lay next to each other, their fingers clasped, but they also felt very satisfied.

Since you can't sleep, let's chat, Mu Jiu said about the Qingtuan.

"Why don't you give him a big name, although he is a member of the royal family and should be surnamed Xiahou, but if he is raised by my side, I don't want him to continue to use that surname."

She doesn't want that surname to remind people all the time that this child is a child of the royal family, and the surname Xiahou is not an honor for this child, but a shackle that will affect his life, in this case, it is better to change it.

The surname Mu and the surname Wei Mujiu both feel that it doesn't seem to be appropriate, so the surname Xiao? But this has to be decided by Xiao Junshu.

Xiao Junshu didn't think this was a problem: "Since it was sent to the palace, it should be my adopted son, so naturally the surname of this king is Xiao, as for the name, it is called Xiao Lu, and the word law is a lifelong warning." ”

Mu Jiu understood what Xiao Junshu meant, but it didn't mean that she didn't want to complain about the name: "It's too ugly, it's not as good as Qingtuan'er, how cute it is." ”

Xiao Jun smiled: "Then you call him Xiao Qingtuan, this name, you are not afraid that he will be laughed at when he grows up?" ”

Mu Jiu shrugged her shoulders and didn't argue with him, anyway, she just called Xiaoqing Tuan'er.

Let's change a chapter first, guarantee 10,000 more, (#^.^#) if you don't have 10,000 more, double the self-punishment, am I ruthless enough?

Asking for a monthly pass~~~~ It's the end of the month, dig out your pocket, give me a chicken blood.

(End of chapter)