Chapter 1155

Looking at his gentle brows and eyes, his heart throbbed again.

He looked at him stupidly, why could he easily touch his heart every time?

Nanfengqi came over and saw the interaction between them.

One gently wiped the flower mud, the other looked at each other.

That sense of crisis hit again, Nanfeng Qi began to panic inexplicably.

"Did you plant flowers again?"

Nanfengqi goes over and takes over Murong Xun's action and helps him wipe the flower mud on his hand.

Murong Xun Shu frowned, just to grab people, he quietly took back his hand.

The south wind Qi eye light is tiny, imperceptible ground is dark, Murong Xun is a soft eye light, can't help but hook up the corner of his lips.

"You left those people behind?" The high priest looked at the nanfengqi.

Nanfengqi rigidly pulled the corners of his lips and explained: "the people of the holy Xuanzong came here and poisoned them. The disciples in the palace need them to cure them. Don't worry. I have already told you that they will not disturb you."

The high priest meaningfully hooked his lips and did not speak.

"Is the seed ready? Shall I help you? "

Nanfengqi looks at the earth stained flower path.

"No, I'll be glad to have some flower slaves for me."

Said the high priest, squatting down to continue planting flowers.

Nanfengqi frowned and looked at Murong Xunzi, which was a warning.

Murong Xun was not afraid of him at all. He looked at him provocatively and squatted down to help plant flowers.

Murong Xun followed his action and dug a pit to plant flowers.

"The roots of the moon are weak, and you will hurt them like this." The high priest frowned at his wrong way of planting flowers.

Murong Xun Leng raised his eyes and said shyly, "I haven't planted, you teach me."

The high priest sighed helplessly, moved to him and taught him with his hands, "in this way, you don't have to dig too deep, just cover it a little bit shallow. The vitality of this kind of flower is very strong, as long as it does not damage the root system and can live without watering

Although Murong Xun has never planted flowers, he is really learning it very seriously now.

He doesn't want to be estranged from him. No matter what he likes to do, he does it with him.

Nanfengqi looked at the two people's intimate appearance, and a touch of jealousy flashed in her light purple eyes.

"I'll go first."

Nanfengqi said deliberately, trying to attract his attention.

"Well." But he didn't even raise his head to answer.

Nanfengqi clenched his fist angrily and finally stared at Murong Xunzi and left.

Murong Xun raised his eyes and looked at the back of nanfengqi and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Don't mess with him in the future." The high priest, who was buried in planting flowers, suddenly uttered a sentence.

Murong Xun frowned and looked at him sourly, "do you like him?"

The movement of the high priest's hand was a meal. He raised his eyes and looked at him. "Do you like him or not? What does it have to do with you?"

Murong Xun heart suddenly a sour, a grasp of his hand, he pulled him into the arms, "I do not want you to like him, you can only like me."

The high priest fixed ground looked at Murong Xunzi's domineering eyes, suddenly evil smile, "why do you let me like you?"

Murong Xun's eyes lit up a flash of fire, drooping his head and kissing his peach blossom like thin lips.

He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at his beautiful face in the distance. He never thought that he would dare to kiss him.

Four years later, he tasted the touching taste again. Murong Xun suddenly got out of control and suddenly buttoned the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

He finally recovered and immediately pushed him, but Murong Xun had a hard time getting a chance. How could he let go.

That charming taste from the tip of the tongue to the heart, let his heart again inexplicable palpitation.

He flustered the mysterious force and pushed him away.

The powerful force hit Murong Xun's heart pulse and made him spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart and clenched his fist.

Murong Xun covered his heart and looked at him sadly.

"Next time you do something like this, don't blame me for being rude."

He gave him a cold look and left the greenhouse in a panic.

Murong Xun looked at his back and squeezed his fists.

He is too anxious, but as long as he thinks that he will like others, he can not control himself.

No, he can't worry. He still has feelings for him. He can think of him slowly.

The high priest went back to his room and stood for a while before he went to the bucket to scoop water and wash the mud from his hands.

Wiping his hands with a handkerchief, he instantly thought of the picture he had just wiped his hands with, and the kiss he had just made.

His heart was restless uncontrollably. He shook his head and lost his handkerchief.

South wind Qi back to the sun and moon hall, immediately found the palace, "to check the details of the new flower slave in Xingluo hall.""Yes."

The palace man should, then leave, but was called, "let the people of Xingluo hall keep an eye on the flower slave, if there is any change, report immediately."

"Yes."

After the palace people retired, nanfengqi was still a little agitated.

At night, in order to make amends for his daytime behavior, Murong Xun went into the small kitchen and made a bowl of noodles for him.

Compared with the previous unfamiliar, now Murong Xun is skilled in both kneading and kneading.

No one knows how many times he has done in his absence.

After finishing a bowl of noodles, Murong Xun confidently brought it to him.

When Murong Xun came into the house, he was playing chess with nanfengqi.

Seeing Murong Xun come in, nanfengqi looks at the high priest, but he doesn't respond.

Murong Xun held the tray tightly in his hand. He pressed down the bitterness in his heart and went to put the tray on the table.

"Do you want to have a taste of it

Although not good at saying such things, he did.

The high priest's heart was tight for no reason. He lost his interest in playing chess. He threw the chess pieces into the chess box. "It's too late. Let's play tomorrow."

South wind Qi eye Mou light shake, rise way: "also, tomorrow again next."

Nanfengqi said and walked to the table, "I didn't expect that you, the flower slave, would still be down there. I don't know if I have any share."

Murong Xun took a cold look at nanfengqi, and said, "there is only one bowl."

The high priest glanced at the bowl of noodles on the table and said casually, "if you like, I'll give it to you."

Murong Xun's face suddenly turned white, and his cold words, like an ice skate, pierced his heart, not only hurt his heart, but also hurt his feelings.

Looking at Murong Xunzi's sad look, Nanfeng Qi's lip corner is slightly and incomprehensible to arouse a sneer.

"Forget it. Eat it and go to bed early after eating." Nanfengqi took a gentle look at the high priest and turned away.

Murong Xun frowned and looked at him. Seeing that he didn't want to eat noodles, he went out with a tray in his eyes.

Looking at his lonely back, his heart inexplicably uncomfortable, the kind of pain he never experienced, as if someone stepped on his heart, let him unable to breathe.

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