Chapter 492

Du Cao sighed and said in a low voice: "in fact, he didn't miss anything, and the most important thing is that he has always been in awe of the former queen, so can he keep his life?"

"Xiaocao, I can't guarantee that if he doesn't fight, I won't kill him, but if he gets in the way, I can't be soft!" Ji Shumo looks at Du Cao very seriously, and there is no hidden killing intention in his eyes.

Du grass heard this, subconsciously feel a cool neck, frowned, whispered: "I have nothing to ask, as long as he lives on the line."

"Well, I promise you." Ji Shu Mo nodded and gave a kiss on Du Cao's forehead: "Xiao Cao, when these things are over, shall we get married?"

Get married?

When Du Cao heard these two words, he gently laughed: "good."

"Xiaocao, the envoys of Southern Xinjiang will come to Beijing the day after tomorrow at the latest. You must be careful then, you know?" Ji Shumo touched Du Cao's chin.

Du Cao just felt funny: "I'm just a businessman. There are people in southern Xinjiang. What does it have to do with me? Don't worry, but why is there only southern Xinjiang? Won't people come from the north? "

"From the North came their seventeen prince, Tuoba Yan." Ji Shumo frowned: "I've never heard of the seventeen princes before. I heard that although he was only nineteen years old, he was a bloodthirsty master. He killed people without blinking an eye."

Tuoba Yan?

Du grass slightly frowned, thought carefully, then directly shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

In the last life, there was no memory of this person. In this life, there is no material of this person in Jinlou. It seems that it is a hard bone.

Du grass slightly frown, some headache: "this is really bad."

"By the way, don't aim at Qin Huguo government in the future. Yueer is at their home." Ji Shumo suddenly thought of something and pulled the sleeve of Du Cao.

"Oh? The Duke of Qin is very brave. " Du Cao chuckled, put his arms around Ji's neck, and said in a low voice, "their jade concubine has scared me before. You know, I will get revenge."

"Xiaocao, I'll ask her to apologize to you, OK?" Ji Shumo chuckled and then gave a kiss on Du Cao's face.

If an apology is useful, what's the revenge?

Du Cao rolled a white eye directly: "who is she? Are you going to protect her like this? "

"You girl, you are more and more tricky." Du Ji expresses Mo to look at Du Cao this delicate and pretty appearance, feel can't say funny, embrace Du Cao's waist: "that you say, how to?"

"I want you to agree with me." Du Cao points Ji Lyric's chest and smiles gently.

By example?

Ji Shu Mo evil spirit smile: "I am now, is not your person?"

Finished, played too much, Du Cao rushed out of Ji Lyric ink's arms: "you don't mess!"

"Ha ha, you didn't ask me to make a promise?" Ji Shumo looked at the flustered appearance of Du Cao, but he couldn't help laughing.

Smile, smile, fart!

As soon as Du Cao thought that an old aunt in her thirties had been teased by a 17-year-old smelly boy, she felt that there was no place for her old face.

"Xiaocao, cypress's wound is healed. He will go back to camp in three days. Don't you really go to see him?" Ji Shumo suddenly changed a topic and looked at Du Cao seriously.

Cypress?

Du Cao frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "there's nothing to say. It's better not to meet."

"Little girl, how can you keep such a grudge?" The cypress suddenly fell from the sky and fell in front of the grass.

Du Cao frowned and felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that he should strengthen the vigilance of Mo Cao Xuan.

Really, anyone can enter his own room. After that, do you dare to close your eyes?

Seeing the cypress, the duckweed felt embarrassed and said, "where is the revenge? It's clear that general Bai hates me for fear that I'll drag the third son behind. "

Is that really angry?

Looking at the awkward appearance of duckweed, the cypress had some helplessness and gave a light smile. Then he went to duckweed and arched his hand seriously: "before, I didn't think about it. I'm here to make amends for you. Don't worry about it, OK?"When Du Cao heard this, he felt more comfortable. He looked at the cypress and said, "who cares about people like you? I don't care. I forgot."

Looking at the proud appearance of Du Cao, Ji's smile became more and more gentle.

"Xiaocao, you didn't disappoint me. You are the best." The cypress looked at the grass and found that it was only three years. That year, the grass, whose face was full of food and whose face trembled when he heard people talking loudly, had completely transformed into another person.

Obviously, I watched her grow up, but the cypress did not dare to recognize her.

Step forward, as before, rubbed the head of Du grass, said with a smile: "little girl, you have grown up."

Duckweed was very angry, but the familiar movement, the familiar voice and the kindness of the two generations made duckweed have no way to really care with the cypress.

"Brother cypress." Du grass quietly red eyes, soft called a, is very aggrieved appearance.

Cypress smile: "I thought you grew up, but did not expect, or a child."

"Brother cypress, your wounds are really healed?" Duckweed looked at the cypress with some worry.

That day, she saw clearly, cypress injury is very serious.

Cypress nodded: "small ink to blood as a guide for my medicine, I have recovered, you can rest assured."

Hearing this, Du Cao looked at Ji Lyric Mo unexpectedly: "your blood?"

"At any rate, they are also people who have eaten divine grass. The blood is of some use." Ji Shumo blinked mischievously and looked at Du Cao.

"Well, that would be the best." Du Cao nodded, then gave cypress a bottle of pills: "when life and death line, take one, can protect your life, but only 12, you be careful."

"Silly girl."

Cypress clenched the pill in his hand, touched the head of Du Cao: "I'm going to the border, the capital is dangerous, you must be careful, you know?"

Du Cao nodded: "brother, don't worry, I will take good care of Xiaomo."

"Silly girl, you should take good care of yourself first, and help me to take a good care of my grandmother. Because of the situation, I can't walk around. It's better to leave soon." The cypress chuckled and rubbed the head of the weed.

Du Cao was a little fidgety, with a little more sadness in his heart, but he was still disgusted: "I'm 14 years old. Don't rub my head all the time, OK? It's a mess. "