Fu Bao felt that this was all a momentary thing, and rubbed his eyes with both hands, unable to believe it; "Why did he run so fast and didn't tell us the name of Miss Rescue. How can we thank the noble man who saved the eldest lady. Fu Bao just finished speaking, Xia Mu flew halfway, and suddenly remembered that he had not done the big thing he was going to do--- and told Qiao Su who saved his baby Qiao Ying.

didn't tell Qiao Su who saved the little princess, Xia Mu didn't dare to imagine: Since I didn't tell him, then he wouldn't know that it was his own father who saved the little princess, what would happen if he didn't know? If you don't know, you may not be able to marry the little princess very smoothly, but Qiao Su, the head of the family, is so protective of Qiao Ying, and the slaves are all so wonderful, although their own master is peerless, and he is graceful and suave, but. It shouldn't be too smooth.,What if it doesn't go well.,What kind of tricks will your grandfather use to treat himself.。。

The corners of Xia Mu's mouth twitched slightly at the thought of this, and his eyelids jumped. I didn't pay attention to the road ahead for a while, I actually hit a tree, touched the blood on my forehead, looked at it twice, and then fell vertically like a bird with broken wings, and at the last moment when Xia Mu fainted to death, he was still thinking about how to tell Qiao Su that it was his own father who saved his daughter, so that the little princess could marry his father smoothly.

(Xi Xi just wants to say that Xia Mu is really a good child, and he doesn't forget his father at the last moment, but ah, Xi Xi really wants to complain: Your grandfather only asked you to delay time, and didn't let you tell the name, your grandfather wants to play by himself, and if you tell it, your grandfather will.) Wicked smile: Sell you to the green - Lou Go)

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In the deep courtyard, the trees are lush and green, and the dense and verdant bamboo stands in two rows along the path, and the green bamboo leaves gradually close at the top, forming a round arched "roof", so the strong sunlight and the scorching heat of late summer are cut off, and wherever you go in the park, you feel very refreshed, so the bamboo garden is really a good place. The tall and verdant bamboos hide the entire park in the depths, and there are passages at the winding paths, and the brittle bamboo forests are full of dazzling eyes.

Qiao Ying wanted to open her eyes in a daze, as if she saw a man in red, his smooth and fair face, and his peach blossom eyes were evil; dark and deep eyes, glowing with a charming color; The thick eyebrows, the tall nose, and the beautiful lip shape all show nobility and elegance.

Moved uncomfortably, wanted to open his eyes completely, squinted a slit in his eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes seemed to have been staring at him, thinking about it, but his body was weak, and he had no strength at all. Licked his dry lips, frowned, didn't believe this evil, and just propped his body up.

But just stood up, immediately the whole body was weak, closed his eyes, and fell down from his body in despair, and beat himself in his heart in frustration: Let you be strong, now it's okay, this bed in ancient times was so hard, my bones were broken if I didn't fall.

Suddenly, a fresh fragrance came into the nose, and the body did not hurt, but felt like a sofa. A soft whisper swept into the heart lake: "Little fool, your body is obviously so weak, and you can still do it." Qiao Ying smelled this smell and sucked greedily: "Who are you?" What kind of perfume do you use, it smells so good? ”

A leisurely smile rippled in Qiao Ying's ears: "Good smell? Hehe, Ying'er still wants to know who I am? Qiao Ying suddenly felt dizzy, and her eyes slowly closed. Mo Qianmo looked at Qiao Ying with satisfaction, gently put down Qiao Ying, helped her cover the quilt, lowered her head, moved her water-white lips, lowered her eyes, took a breath in Qiao Ying's ear, and bit Qiao Ying's ear: "Who am I, I told Ying'er Oh, my name is Mo Qianmo, Ying'er's husband, Ying'er remember?" ”

I tried very hard to open my eyes, but my brain became more and more cloudy, vaguely as if I saw a red dress, vaguely outlining the ethereal lines, looming in a trance, I couldn't see clearly, but I couldn't tell the feeling, and it seemed to be a mist rising in the valley in front of me, very confused.