Chapter 84

"Miaomiao, take it out."

“…… What? " Her eyes flashed.

He looked at her patiently: "what Liu Fu gave her."

Ling Miaomiao suddenly raised her eyes and said, "didn't you say I was wrong?"

He tilted up his lips, with a smile of unknown significance on his white jade face.

This kind of environment and distance, for no reason have a strong sense of inferiority, she pause, counseled: "not for you."

“……” He raised her face and gazed into her eyes. For a long time, his voice was very light. He didn't know whether he was talking to her or saying to himself, "disobedient."

He leaned down and touched her cheek gently with his lips. "It's already like this. Isn't it obedient?"

She avoided and said quickly, "it must not be for me. Since it's not for us, no one should tear it down."

"We" a word, young meal, look slightly Ji, eyes fell on her face, tone relaxed: "in your hands is not very good."

"Give it to me."

Ling Miaomiao shakes his head and stares at him.

Mu Sheng was silent for a long time. He looked down at her and emptily pointed her chest. Her eyes were dark and seemed to have a cold smile: "do you think I dare not put it here?"

At the end of the speech, he forced her to kiss her on the lips, tossed and turned. His left hand held her hands behind her back, and immediately took advantage of her unprepared, his right hand pulled out the lace of her jacket and went in.

"Well..." She struggled violently.

He left a little bit, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he seemed to warn on the edge of patience: "don't move if you don't want me to touch you."

Ling Miaomiao judged the situation and did not move. When he finished kissing, the thin paper was also in his hand.

He didn't rush to unfold it, but first he tied up her coat, pulled out her hairy collar and flattened it against her red face. If she didn't stare at him angrily, he would like to touch her face again.

The success of this one shot removed most of his anger, and the pleasure in his eyes could not be covered.

He unfolded the letter with a relaxed look, and there was a scribbled line under the ink on it: "Yao'er: you have got the way to get away. Ten days later, the Huazhe restaurant in Wufang town will meet. Take care of yourself. "

His raised eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face scoffed: "it's a little bit of ability."

"Don't throw it away." Ling Miao came to have a look. He took out his hand and skilfully avoided her. He didn't let her see a word and put the letter in his arms.

"Why should I throw it away?" Mu Sheng looked into her eyes and deliberately said, "Mr. Liu said that when he comes back, he will marry her."

“……”

*

the lights of the restaurant are shining, and the hall on the first floor is still full of people. The second child is shuttling through the hall and is carrying water. When he sees them, he comes to say hello.

"By the way, Miss Ling," he said with curved eyes, "have you finished reading that book?"

Ling Miaomiao was stunned for a moment: "book..."

Mu Sheng half block in front of her, young face fresh, and smile alienated: "we go up first."

"Oh..." Xiao Er scratched his head and looked at the girl who was led up the stairs by him.

Ling Miaomiao went back to his room and went back to his room. Finally, he picked up the unfinished novel under the desk, blew the dust on it, and turned around to go downstairs.

"Where are you going?" He stood in front of her.

Ling Miaomiao looked up and said, "return the book."

"I'll pay it back for you."

“……” Ling Miaomiao looked at him for a long time. He seemed to bear it again and again. He threw the book to him, turned around and lifted up the tent, and angrily lay down on the bed.

The young man came downstairs with a book in his hand. The old wooden stairs creaked. As he walked, he suddenly thought of something. He slowly picked up the book, turned to the last page and scanned the ending at a glance.

Ling Miaomiao told the story when he was sober. He fell in love with his husband by all means, and forced him to block keywords twice. Later, they were forced to get together.

The yellow light flickered on his head, his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on his eyes, and he pursed his lips slightly.

The last time in the book, my husband couldn't bear his possessiveness. For the third time, he wanted to scare the young master, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to. The young master suffered a heavy injury and vomited blood. Before he died, he said with a desperate smile: "the strong twisted melon is not sweet after all."

Young "pa" to close the book, moist black eyes flashed a flustered anger. He pinched his fingers and resisted the impulse to blow up the spark.

Fortunately, she didn't finish it.

"Is Mr. Mu coming to return the book?" Xiao Er smiles all day long. He lifts his towel to wipe his face, takes the book, puts it on the wooden shelf on the first floor, and then comes back to wipe the table.

Mu Sheng stood aside, his voice was very low: "your date, have you heard from the palace recently?"

"In the palace Do you want to ask Liu Fu ma? ""Well."

"I heard that the emperor's wife took good care of her day by day, and her madness has been cured."

He nodded and did not speak.

The second child wiped the table and asked curiously, "what's going on with the wedding preparation of Mr. mu?"

"Soon."

He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't quite understand what "Kuai Le" meant. He started another conversation: "by the way, Mr. mu, I heard that the demon catching families are very proud and don't marry ordinary people. That Ling girl must be very likable."

He has dealt with Ling Miaomiao twice before. He is a lovely girl with sweet mouth and no airs. However, if he wants to make the young master of the demon catching aristocratic family marry like a fan, all the procedures are urgent, which makes people curious.

"She..." Young eyelashes droop, think for a long time, only spit out two words, "very good."

"It's me."

*

Ling Miaomiao was lying on the bed with a lot of anger, waiting for no one to come. The candle on the table was wobbling, filled with thin smoke, and gradually blurred in her eyes, so she fell asleep.

When Mu Sheng came back, he found that the man in the tent didn't even have a quilt covered. He was lying on the bed with his clothes on his side, with his hands on the pillow, and he was sleeping soundly.

He reached out and took off the three sharp butterfly hairpins on her head, put them on the table and opened the quilt to cover her.

I don't know why, the sentence in the book "trying to turn things around is not sweet" is always in my heart, disturbing him. He decided to leave her alone tonight.

"Hu" to blow out the candle, the room into the dark, the light from a moth, suddenly lost its way, "bang" to hit the window, then issued a "pa la la" sound of fan wings.

"Mu Sheng..." She grunted. He was stunned and looked down in the cold moonlight. Her eyes were still tightly closed, her eyebrows were already frowning, and she murmured vaguely, "Oh, you are so upset."

“……”

Blow the candle, also somehow offended her.

His finger pulp repeatedly rubbed her soft face, voice pressure is very low: "call me what?"

She didn't say a word. She put her wrist on her forehead. She seemed to be sleepy and lazy. She opened her eyes.

He used a few efforts again, ground of punishment pinched: "MMM?"

Ling Miaomiao finally opened his eyes to see him, black pupil in the moonlight is very bright, eyes are disgusted: "annoying essence."

“……” I can't sleep well tonight.

He picked her up from the bed, kissed her on the forehead, immediately hugged her and said in a soft voice: "call Ziqi."

“……”

He hugged more tightly and patiently repeated, "call Ziqi."

Ling Miaomiao suddenly laughed angrily and glared at him: "how about calling your father?"

He was silent for two or three seconds. He browed her face and said, "you can do it if you want."

Ling Miaomiao pushed him away, angry: "go to you."

*

the next morning, Ling Lushan's reply letter and dowry were sent to Chang'an, along with three other people, a Yi in gray clothes and Ling Yu's cousin and aunt, who are said to have come to discuss marriage on behalf of the woman's family.

This meal was very embarrassing because Ling Miaomiao had no impression of the two relatives who couldn't get close to each other, so he had to keep asking in a low voice next to the only familiar a Yi, "what are they officials for?"

"How many children are there?"

"How old is the child?"

A Yi is a good hand at guarding the house. In this case, she often wipes sweat, fidgets and stammers: "Miss, I don't know..."

"Well I don't know... "

"I am, I am a guide..."

Ling Miaomiao sighed in spite of the fact that the iron was not made of steel.

Ling Lushan was in an important position, and he had no brothers or sisters. He had to ask the generals from his dead wife and two volunteers to help him. He came to assess his son-in-law.

I said it was an assessment, but I didn't have the consciousness of assessment. I sat at the dinner table with a happy face, and I should be more polite.

Mu Yao has always been safe, and Mu Sheng is more appropriate to advance and retreat. In a few words, she has coaxed her cheap cousin to the end of the day.

In this world, the demon catching aristocratic family seems to be in a superior position. Even if the Mu family only has an empty shell and only has a reputation, it is also a skinny camel bigger than a horse. It's as if she married her family, but she picked up a bargain.

Muyao said truthfully: "my parents have passed away. Miaomiao has married here. There is no elder to take care of her. Please bear with me."

My aunt was as bright as a chrysanthemum with a smile: "Oh, no mother-in-law needs to serve. That's the best..."

Let cousin stepped on a foot, quickly changed his mouth: "Oh, sorry, sorry, I mean, Miaomiao is used to pampering at home, I'm afraid to serve my parents in law badly, ha ha..."

Ling Miaomiao also laughed awkwardly.

After a pause, Mu Yao said cautiously: "the demon catcher wanders outside all the year round, and has no fixed place to live..."

Aunt Biao also praised: "Miaomiao is wild and young. If you let her hang out for a few years, it's time to play. We are envious of those who don't go out for two years." She turned her head and looked at Mu Sheng affectionately. She seemed to like this handsome uncle to be. "Besides, isn't there Mr. mu?"The expression of Mu Sheng is polite and modest, with a trace of appropriate shyness that the elders like most: "well, I will protect Miaomiao."

"You see, you see..." Aunt turned to uncle and winked, "I said it's OK."

Uncle Fu Xu nodded his head and couldn't hide his appreciation: "Mr. Mu is really a young talent..."

Ling Miaomiao sits like a dignified vase on the table. After a long time, she turns back and asks ah Yi in a low voice, "did you watch closely on the way? This is really our relative. Has it not been changed?"

A Yi can almost swallow an egg in her mouth: "drop Switch? By whom? "

Ling Miaomiao sneered: "uncle to be."

"Ah?" He was more and more shocked, "Miss, you tell a ghost story..."

Ling Miaomiao took a long breath and leaned powerlessly on the chair. "Ah Yi, do you have any more wine? Pour some for me."

A Yi just stretched out her hand and suddenly looked behind her. Her words were a little harsh: "little Miss, my uncle to be seems to be staring at me. " He fidgeted for a long time, his face changed, "brush" to stand up, "miss a little sit, I go to a convenient..."

"Ah..." She stretched out her hand to pull it. Ah Yi ran faster than the rabbit and disappeared in an instant.

She turned her head to see Mu Sheng. The corner of the young man's mouth was bent, and the color of water was reflected in her eyes: "Miaomiao, come here and sit on my side."

She didn't move, but her aunt poked her, with a smile of knowing everything: "go. This kid, I'm sorry. "

She took her skirt and sat beside him slowly. As soon as she sat down, his hand under the table was held by him, as if for fear that she would run away. Until he wanted to toast with both hands, she reluctantly let go.

After three rounds of drinking, aunt Biao tentatively asked, "Miaomiao, your father can't get away. He asked me, do you want to get married here or go back to Taicang and get married every 30 days according to our local custom?"

Listen to the murmur in the ear, fingers clench cup, knuckles slightly white.

"If you don't go back to Taicang, it's here." She answered calmly.

My aunt and uncle looked at each other: "that's ok So we'll stay here and get married for you? "

Miaomiao looked up and asked, "Auntie, how long will it take you to prepare for a wedding?"

"Well, it will take twenty or thirty days." She pulled her finger and said, "the wedding dress has to be made to order, and the house has to have a wow..."

The boy drooped his eyes, his face slightly pale, and drank a mouthful of wine silently.

Ling Miaomiao said with a smile: "we are going to leave for Wufang town in ten days. Let's simplify our marriage."

My aunt was surprised You want to What do you want Jane to do? "

"Look for a Yuelao temple in Chang'an city. If you worship it, you will be married."

Four people's eyes fall on her face, Mu Sheng's eyes are dark, deep not see the bottom.

"This?" My aunt wiped her sweat. "I'm afraid..."

"Heaven and earth as evidence, remote respect hall, no fear." The girl easily smile, eyes black and white, "the day after tomorrow."

The look of Mu Sheng suddenly stagnated, and the wine in the glass almost poured out - just the last day of the seven day period.

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