Zhao Wujiang and the empress Su Muxue looked at each other.
He wanted to tell Ji Boying loudly:
Hey, Ji Boying, if you keep doing this, I'm going to steal all the house. Can you wake up, stop thinking about it, and don't be complacent.
"Chang'er, you heard it too." Su Muxue's peach blossom eyes were full of water, and it was clearly approaching the depths of winter, but there was still a hint of spring.
She tugged on Zhao Wujiang's sleeves, grinding her red lips with her silver teeth, feeling ashamed and angry:
"Your imperial brother has asked you to make sure that I recover from my illness..."
Zhao Wujiang's face was filled with despair, and he didn't know how to complain.
He was wondering if he was born with an aura made of peach blossoms.
He didn't want to either.
In order to cut off this romantic relationship, he even chose to be possessed by a drama spirit, and it was said that he had a reason to no longer have contact with her.
Unexpectedly, Ji Boying appeared, pretending to be pretentious and accidentally confounded the matter, and he was contaminated with mud and water again.
I didn't want to either. Hey, Ji Boying, you forced me to... Zhao Wujiang slandered.
Su Muxue hated that the man in front of her looked like a piece of wood, but in her heart she also loved that wishful needle that could stir up the water in the Dragon Palace.
She pushed Zhao Wujiang resentfully and said to Bo Chang, please say something.
"Are you worried that Boying hasn't left?" Su Muxue snorted, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door.
Ji Boying's figure has long since disappeared. You can imagine how brisk, fast and impatient his steps were when he returned.
"Look..." Su Muxue gestured to look outside the house, indicating that no one was there.
Seeing that the man didn't answer, she tried to comfort her with earnest words:
"I know that you said that you will not take the initiative, refuse, or take responsibility.
Why did I ever ask you to take responsibility?
If you don't take the initiative, I will call you every time, right? "
"Okay, okay, if anything happens, let's go in and talk." Su Muxue pulled a strand of hair hanging down, with a rosy face, took Zhao Wujiang's arm, and pulled him towards the inner room.
"Alas." Zhao Wujiang sighed. He didn't want to either, but he couldn't refuse.
There are too many helpless things in life, such as now.
If he could do it again, he would do it again.
This is probably choice, this is probably destiny.
Destiny was on the line, and he was teased as hard as a rock.
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Some people take care of everything every day, and some people take care of everything every day.
Ji Boying could no longer remember how many memorials he had processed, but when he looked outside the room, he realized that the sky had darkened a lot, and the hill-like pile of memorials on the table had not yet bottomed out.
Zhao Wujiang couldn't remember how many times he had taken the heat out of the cauldron, but when he looked at Su Muxue, he realized that Su Muxue's eyes were blurred, and the delicate body on the bed that was as undulating as a mountain had softened into a puddle of water.
Zhang Xukun no longer remembered how many days he had left to live. It was only when he thought of something that he realized that the matter had not been resolved yet, and no matter how he calculated, he could only get a few pieces of information.
Xuanyuan Jing no longer remembers how many times she has run through the heavens and heavens. It was only when she felt the cultivation within her body that she realized that she had reached the realm of the Second Tribulation Lord at some point, but she actually did not feel the Lord's Tribulation.
The man in black no longer remembered how many days he had been squatting on the only road outside Lingxi Continent. It was only when he felt his surroundings that he realized that there was still no trace of the Qilin Demon Lord, and he had to complete his plan before he could go back.
Lin Xiaoke couldn't remember how many times she thought of Zhao Wujiang inadvertently, but when she looked at her sister Linlang, she realized that Linlang always had a sweet smile, but her smile was a little bitter.
Mu Qianqian could not remember how many times she had stood in front of the candied haws hawker. It was only when she bought a bunch that she realized that the candied haws were not that sweet. What she always missed was not the sweetness but the past that she did not want to look back on.
