Chapter 531

Du Cao pulled the corner of his mouth, then stared at Huangfu Chi's eyes: "I ruined you! Or did you ruin me? At the beginning, I held a heart, kneeling in front of you, obedient to you, I'm afraid you are not happy, I'm afraid you don't want me, I give you all the good I have, but you! What did you give me! "

"You... What are you talking about?" Huang Fu could not understand Du Cao's words. He frowned at Du Cao and said, "you are crazy!"

"Yes! I am crazy, but I was driven mad by you. You threw my heart on the ground and crushed it with your feet. You failed me. You killed me in the street, but you didn't want to give me a cover for shame! Huangfuchi, I once loved you so sincerely! Why do you do this to me! Why

Everything in the previous life seemed to be used by the tide, which washed away all the reason of Du Cao. She became crazy and sharp, her eyes were red, and the hatred in her eyes could not be hidden.

"You are crazy, I don't know what you are talking about, I don't know, duckweed, you devil, you madman!" Huang Fuchi was shocked by Du Cao. He shook his head and repeated these words.

"Does it hurt? Huangfuchi, what you are bearing now is only one tenth of what I was! It's nothing at all. I won't let you die. I want you to live. I want you to live in agony! "

Du grass coldly dropped this sentence, wiped the tears on her face, turned around and walked away without looking back.

"Duckweed! Come back! You come back, I'm wrong, I really love you, duckweed! Come back Huangfu Chi knelt down and cried out.

It's a pity that ducao is not the ignorant girl in the last life. She won't believe such an obvious lie.

Far away, Ji Lyric ink stands in the light, just like the heart of Du Cao.

For Du Cao, Ji Lyric ink is not just a little fresh meat. In Du Cao's heart, Ji Lyric ink is the light that rushes in, warm and bright.

Striding forward, he hugged Ji's waist from behind and said in a low voice, "Xiao Mo, I'm so tired. Can you carry me back?"

"Good."

Ji Lyric ink gently should be a, then bent down, let Du grass on his back.

Lying on Ji's back, Du Cao sings a song gently, with a sweet voice. But I don't know why, Ji feels a bit desolate?

"Little mo, I don't want to go back to mocaoxuan." Du Cao stopped and held Ji's neck tightly.

Ji Shu Mo nodded and took Du Cao back to his Shangshu mansion, but he didn't enter the door, so he stepped on the roof.

"How is it here?" Ji Shu Mo gently smile, let Du Cao An sit down.

It's early autumn now. In the evening, when the cool wind blows, it's always cold.

Ji Shumo took off his robe and put it on Du Cao.

Du Cao nestles in Ji's arms and smiles gently. They just watch the sun in the sky quietly and go down the mountain bit by bit.

Half of the sky is red by the sun, Du Cao smile more gently: "small ink, it's time to get rid of Mu Qingrong."

"Good." Ji Shu Mo nodded, rubbed Du Cao's cheek, and said in a soft voice, "all right, I'll listen to you."

"Xiao Mo, I want to hear you play the flute." Du grass pulled the season to express the ink of the clothes, soft glutinous glutinous coquetry.

Ji will not refuse, took the piccolo hidden in the chest, gently blowing up.

Du Cao leans on Ji Lyric Mo, and the setting sun shines on his face in this way, which is very comfortable.

It was also at this time that Du Cao felt that all the messy things of the last life had disappeared. Du Cao only felt that the years were quiet and good. Should that be what they were like?

Maybe it's because it's too hard in the inner prison. Therefore, Du Cao sleeps so deeply with Ji xumo. He just dreams back to his previous life, and tears slide down the corner of his eyes.

Last life's duckweed, I avenged you, now, I want to start my own life.

Ji Shumo tilts his head and looks at the tears in the corner of Du Cao's eyes. He doesn't understand very well.

Although he was just outside the door, Ji Shumo heard it clearly.

Du Cao's hysterical words were clear to him.

But although I heard it clearly, Ji didn't understand it.

When he knew ducao, ducao was only eleven years old. She was just a carefree little girl in a small mountain village. Although she had many ghost ideas, he was sure that ducao didn't know huangfuchi at that time.So, what is the root of love? What has been let down? When did you die on the street?

Looking at the grass in front of him, Ji Shumo's heart is full of doubts.

I didn't even dare to move. I felt that the grass in front of me was so unreal. I was even afraid that if I moved, the grass would disappear.

He took a deep breath, then gently touched the face of duckweed, and felt the cool cheek of duckweed. Then he regained his mind and was relieved. Duckweed would not change or disappear in front of him, beside him and in his heart.

With a light smile, he lifted the man horizontally, came down from the roof and carried him directly into his room.

Seven grandfather looked at Ji Lyric ink holding Du Cao came in, scared: "small ink, are you crazy?"

"Grandpa, she just fell asleep. When she woke up, I would send her away." Ji Shumo lightly replied, and then put Du CaO on his bed, carefully covered the quilt for her, pulled seven grandfather, and went out together.

Seven grandfather looked at Ji Lyric Mo so, slightly frown, some helpless said: "you should know that the emperor does not want you to have too much involved."

"Grandfather, don't you see what grass has done for me? How can you say such a thing now? " Ji Shumo frowned, a little unhappy.

"Xiao Mo, you should know that our love will delay our plan!"

Seven grandfather some anxious, more and more feel, Du grass is like a disaster in general, confused Ji Lyric ink mind.

Ji Shumo is just responding to his every request now!

When Zhao Chumu came in, he saw two people arguing like this and frowned: "Mo'er, don't be rude."

Ji Shumo just converged, but he still said seriously: "Uncle Zhao, seventh grandfather, I only have ducao in my heart. I know what I am shouldering on my shoulders. In this world, I am not rare. What I want is just a ducao."

"I'm afraid you won't have to." Zhao Chumu sighed: "the Emperor just called me into the palace and said that he would betroth Prince Yu's ingenious princess to you."

"What?" Ji Shumo frowned slightly: "Uncle Zhao, I'm only 17 years old. Why are you so worried?"

"It's settled. I know you don't like it, but it's not cost-effective for a woman." Zhao Chumu sighed and looked at Ji Shumo: "I know you like Xiaocao, and I don't object to you and Xiaocao, but who is Xiaocao? She is really not worthy of your wife