Chapter 141

Mu Hua looked at the woman in front of him with such determination. His blurred eyes and flying hair deeply attracted him with a turn and a leap, which made him reluctant to move his eyes.

You are so beautiful, so moving, do you want me to give in?

He clenched his hand and hid it under his wide sleeve. No one found it

Every month when she was drunk, she didn't know why she danced this sword technique at all. It seemed that her body was not hers, but it seemed to be hers. From the confused room to the current Qingming Festival, she frowned. This sword technique was too familiar. It seemed that she had danced in front of someone countless times.

But I can't see the man clearly. I vaguely remember his hair like ink, heavy snow falling on his white clothes, just opposite her, but I can't see him clearly.

It seems to be a distance of ten thousand years, a once of ten thousand years.

Why... Did this happen... Before she was confused, she saw a white shadow coming towards her, and then it was in the dark. However, it is very reassuring, reassured in a warm embrace, nostalgia is abnormal!

When every month opened her eyes again, it was the familiar purple veil. The furnishings in the house were exquisite and elegant. Here she remembered that she had put blood here once, and it was from here that she began to have a real intersection with him.

She stood up with her sore forehead. A man was sitting at the table making tea gracefully. The man's side face was so gentle that it could permeate people's hearts, with introverted eyes, straight nose and... Those lips. His outline doesn't have the masculinity, but it's not the feminine feeling. It makes people look at the beauty, but absolutely recognize that he is a man.

This is the first time she has looked at him so seriously and carefully. It turns out that he is also so excellent and can be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Wake up? Come and have a cup of tea and wake up."

He opened his lips gently, said softly, recovered every month, smiled, got out of bed, sat down opposite him and looked at him with his chin.

"Why? Haven't you seen enough just now?" Mu Hua said before, raising his head and looking at the woman in front of him. She was still vivid last night. After being drunk, her pink cheeks leaned against his arms, soft fragrance in his arms. He held her to bed, but he kept her all night.

"Today I found out that you are also very good-looking." every month, I stretched out my hand and said ha ha.

Mu Hua's former subordinates stopped. Yes, where he is such an excellent person is not outstanding. It was only today that the people in front of him really saw it. What should he say?

Reached out and put the cup in front of her. "Come on, try it."

Every month, you're welcome. You reach out and bring it to your mouth. "Well, your tea is also good!" every month tried it. The tea tastes mellow and has a sweet aftertaste, which boosted her spirit and cleared her eyes.

"Just like it." Mu Hua smiled in front of him and then said, "just freshen up!" he watched every month wearing only Chinese clothes get up and leave. When he first stepped out, a stream of maidservants came in with clothes and the like.

"Please dress up."

A leading servant girl saluted and said that she was not very beautiful, but she was very beautiful. At this time, her head was lowered and her mouth was slightly tilted, showing an ambiguous meaning.

In fact, who here is not such a mind! My master shared the room with this girl for one night. What's more, this girl has always lived in their master's room. It can be seen that this identity is unusual. Besides, they haven't seen this girl for the first time

Every month, I didn't know someone had been with her all night, and I didn't see the ambiguous smile on the mouth of the servant girl with her head down. After washing, she put on a long blue dress, tied three thousand green silk with ribbons of the same color, bright eyes and bright teeth, and didn't dye fine dust. Look, these servant girls like it more. Only such a woman can match their master.

Every month, she raised her wide sleeve, and the clothes really suited her. It seems that Mu Hua also spent some time before she came out. When she came out, the hall had arranged meals. At this time, she was holding porridge. As soon as she sat down every month, the porridge was put in front of her.

It's noon. She usually doesn't eat porridge, but since someone prepared it for her personally, she will make an exception! There were only two of them here. They used it quietly. The atmosphere was very harmonious. Their hands scooping porridge slowed down slightly every month. If it's like this in the future, it's actually very good!

After eating every month, I found that Mu Hua was gracefully wiping his mouth before eating. That temperament was not pretended, but emanated from perennial habits, and this habit and temperament could not be raised by ordinary people, but... Every month shook her head and threw out those messy emotions in her head.

He is such a noble person, and these habits are taken for granted. It seems that she is really too sensitive recently. Mu Hua didn't notice her look before. How can he not know it from his keen observation?

However, he is not worried, not worried that she knows, even if she knows, there is nothing

They finished eating peacefully and stepped out of the house without incident. Such days are rare and difficult for both of them, because it is not destined to be a peaceful world.

"That's enough. Just send it here."

Mu Hua stopped in front of her. In this busy street, both of them were silent. Every month, they turned to look at Mu Hua and showed a sincere smile. It's enough for her. It's enough that he can accompany her all night.

Mu Hua still smiled and gave her a deep look, "so, I won't give more."

Every month nodded, turned and left, leaving him standing where he was, but only for a moment, turned and left. They walked slowly towards the other end of the street. They ran in the opposite direction, stopped every month, but never looked back.

In front of her was a man who had left a faint trace in her heart. At this time, he was coming face-to-face with the little boy around him. Every month he dropped his eyes. He... Should not remember!

At the moment when they passed by, every month's arm was tightly grasped, and her eyes trembled. She didn't speak, let alone break free.

"Every month? You're really not dead." Lin Lang pulled her and turned her to his face. The person in front of him was absolutely right. It was the shape he engraved in his heart. He never forgot the shape of a wedding dress in the waiting room at that time, which was the most profound scenery he had ever seen.

"Childe, I'm just a Jianghu man, please let go." she didn't say she didn't call Liu Fengyue, nor denied his words, but said her identity. Because, so, what should she say?