Liu Rushuang and Han Moze successfully completed the task of eliminating Xuanying village, which was highly praised by the people of Yuexi County.

Han Qingcheng, a seven or eight year old boy, was brought to Kyoto by Liu Rushuang and sent to the blood banquet headquarters to be trained by the elders. He is expected to become an excellent killer in the future.

This evening, the weather is cool, the moon is high, the scenery is pleasant, and the lights in Luofeng Palace are bright.

Liu Rushuang and Han Moze have been in love with each other for a long time, and they often chat with each other peacefully.

"Frost son, the eighth day of next month is my adoptive father's 60th birthday. What kind of gift should I prepare?"

"Whatever you want."

Liu Rushuang said to him, she is not her adoptive father. How can she know what to send?

"I will go to Nanling temple to pray for the people from the 19th autumn of next month. If you don't want to give up, you can go with me."

"No

Liu Rushuang refused without hesitation. He prayed well. It was not good to take her to do something else in front of the gods.

"On the 25th of next month, I plan to hold a Chinese painting competition in Bixiao Pavilion in the south of the city. Do you always go there?"

"Go."

Liu Rushuang immediately responded, with a smile in her mouth. She was afraid of being depressed, so if she had a chance, how could she let it go?

Han Moze bowed his head and kissed Liu Rushuang's red and tender mouth. The corner of his mouth picked up a smile and said, "frost son, can you say a few more words?"

"No

Liu Rushuang said haughtily, looking at some mischievous, like a little girl in general.

Han Mo Ze had no choice but to laugh and hold Liu Rushuang closer in his arms. The scalding temperature of his body was transmitted to Liu Rushuang's snow-white and tender body. Liu Rushuang's whole body was hit with a thump, which was not very good in the dark.

Sure enough, the next moment, Han Mo Ze turned over and overburdened her.

"You No.... " Liu Rushuang originally wanted to refuse, but before the words were spoken, his mouth was blocked, and he could not help but scold Han Mo Ze several times.

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Autumn will soon pass, and Liu Rushuang's stomach is also bulging.

This day, although it was noon, the cold wind was rustling, the rain and snow were drifting, and soon the dry vegetation in the hospital was covered with snow, which was the first snow in winter.

Qing'er came to the Luofeng palace with a pot of hot tea. She was not polite. She sat directly opposite Liu Rushuang, poured a cup of tea to Liu Rushuang, and said with a smile, "Miss, have you finished reading yesterday's biography of the crazy woman?"

"When you've finished, look for it on your desk." Liu Rushuang is intoxicated with the story in the book, and reluctantly answers qinger's words.

Qing'er, with a big smile, stands up and goes to the desk to pick up the story of the crazy woman and leaves the Luofeng palace.

Recently, the young lady has been reading everything, striving to be a woman worthy of the king. Moreover, most of the books she reads are stories compiled by celebrities. She is not bored and can learn a lot of truth. She is gradually obsessed with reading.

Soon after, little white flower outside called out: "sister, I come in Oh!"

Then, without waiting for Liu Rushuang to respond, she rushed in. Xiaobaihua was still about ten years old. Two months ago, several guards in the palace wanted to cheat on Xiaobaihua. Finally, Han Moze sent them to work as coolies outside the Great Wall.

At this point, Liu Rushuang began to teach Xiaobaihua to practice martial arts and fight. Although Xiaobaihua is a holy lotus that can wash essence and cut pith, its medicinal value is extraordinary, but its combat effectiveness is really moving.

"Sister, don't read any more. Go out and make a snowman with little white flower." Small white flower pulls Liu Rushuang's arm and pleads.

Liu Rushuang's expression appeared a moment of cracks, reluctantly put down the book, looking at Xiaobaihua's innocent smiling face, how could he say no, and finally had to sigh and walk out of Luofeng palace to make a snowman.