"My junior brother, I'll introduce it to you. She is..."

"Senior Brother, she...she...she is sorry for you!"

Chen Xuanqiu was stunned, Nan Zi was shocked.

Nan Zi just discovered that Chen Xuanqiu had a small gourd tied to his belt, like a small ornament. It was too different from the big gourd that Taoist Jiang had carried with him.

But it is also purple-skinned. When he thought that Taoist Jiang could turn into a black-paned boat, he could not help but feel moved: "Is this the gourd that Taoist Jiang asked me to help him get back when he saw the opportunity?"

At this time, Wuming said something, Chen Xuanqiu was stunned when he was confused. However, Nan Zi felt a little guilty. Did this little Taoist... have he discovered something?

I saw Xiao Wuming's face flushed, his lips trembled and his tears were filled with tears, just like his own brother was deceived, with great humiliation, anger and grievance.

Wuming complained to Chen Xuanqiu: "Senior brother, sister-in-law... no! This woman steals a man from you! She also jealous with another woman for another man and fights!"

Xiao Wuming said in a heartache: "Senior Brother, you don't know the dangers of the world. You have been deceived by this woman! You can't want such a woman who is so cold and cruel."

Nan Zi breathed a sigh of relief, and then she felt a little ridiculous.

Her bright eyes looked at Xiao Wuming interestingly, and then looked at Chen Xuanqiu.

Chen Xuanqiu was so amazed that he coughed and said, "Junior brother, you misunderstood. This Jiayu girl is my benefactor. I was seriously injured when I was in Ji Kingdom. Fortunately, Miss Jiayu was rescued. Miss Jiayu chased and killed her for her enemies and fled here. Therefore, my senior brother asked her to live here for a while and recover from her injuries."

When Wuming heard this, he said "ah", and felt a little embarrassed.

Chen Xuanqiu smiled at Nanzi and said, "My little junior brother has also practiced on the mountain since he was a child. He is not sophisticated and has some innocent words. Don't blame Miss Jiayu."

Nan Zi smiled and said, "It's okay, this little guy is quite popular."

Wuming curled his lips quietly and thought to himself: "It's okay? She also deserves to give me a random name."

...

Chen Xuanqiu originally wanted to sleep with Wuming and talk about what happened after leaving Qingping Mountain.

Only then did I remember that Miss Nan was also in the bedroom.

Although his residence is quite large, there is only one couch, and three people are crowded together...

No, even if he had to buy two floors, there would be many inconveniences, so he found the temple staff in the Prince's Mansion to manage the affairs and asked him to arrange two more rooms.

Yin Shou became the king, and the manager was about to ascend to heaven. He was so happy that he heard this small request, he naturally agreed without any trouble.

Just in response to the king's attitude towards Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen will not be the prime minister or the Grand Tutor in the future. If you don't flatter me in advance, will you still wait for the future?

So, another guest house next to Chen Xuanqiu's courtyard was packed out for him.

When Miss Nanzi moved in, the manager saw Wuming appearing in front of him, carrying a big sword to the ground, and looked aggrieved. Then he remembered that there was another person who wanted to arrange it.

The manager was busy and arranged another room for him. After he got back, he became worried: It was broken! Mr. Chen clearly said that he wanted me to arrange two courtyards, why did I forget it while I was busy?

Finally, he came to a conclusion: forgetting one's nature means he is old.

The prince ascended the throne and his good days were coming, but he was actually old...

The thirty-eight-year-old manager was sad.

Wuming used to live on the mountain, but later lived in the sky. This was the first time he slept in this mortal dormitory.

This is the Prince's Mansion, and the bedding utensils are naturally good. When it comes to enjoyment, it is really better than when he was in heaven. The child's heart and nature were immediately uncontrollable.

He looked around inside and out, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

When I returned to the bedroom, climbed up to the couch, opened the window and saw a lake, a curved bridge on the lake, and a big man was eating pastries.

"Hi! Brother Buhuo, you still eat!" Wuming waved happily to Yu Buhuo.

Yu Buhuo raised the sign and took a look. His sign was two feet square and hung on his chest to make a gimmick.

There is nothing to remember on the brand. Apart from his "rice bowl" and the relationship chart of several people who are close to "rice bowl", he only lives now: Prince's Palace.

Cough! He is afraid he will get lost.

Yu Buhuo looked at the sign and greeted him happily: "Wu Ming, so you live here."

Wuming was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened. He stared at Yu Buhuo for a while before he asked tremblingly, "What did you...you called me just now?"

Yu Buhuo looked at the card again and said in confusion: "Wu Ming, isn't that right?"

Wuming's tears flowed down his face. Since his master gave him a name, this is the first time since he was a child and he has called him the right name. Is there anyone in the world who has a better memory than Yu Buhuo?

Wuming immediately jumped out of the window, stepped on the lake water and crossed the curved bridge.

Wuming said happily: "I like to eat cakes too, I will eat with you."

The fish is not confused as if you meet a soulmate: "Okay! This date cake is so sweet, you can try it!"

So, a person who is often forgotten by others, a person who is often forgotten by others, stands on the bridge, talking to the duck, but chatting enthusiastically.

...

"Miss, the Grand Master sent back the news, staying in the palace tonight and not coming back."

"Oh, I know!"

Ming'er replied depressedly, leaning on the table, looking listless.

The window was open, and a tree of pomegranates bent the branches outside.

Her notes were spread on the table, and the sun shone through the pomegranate tree, reflecting colorful shadows on the notes.

There was a date on the note, and that date was a few days ago. The last page had words nine days ago. On top of it was her handwriting, which was painted, and there was only one sentence left: "Sister, do you like him too?"

This is the last sentence Ming'er asked to another person in her body in her notes.

Another Ming'er, no answer.

From then on, there was no word, as if it had completely disappeared.

If there is no answer, it is the answer.

Ming'er understood everything. In fact, before that, her sister's mentality had already made her vaguely notice it.

But she didn't expect that when she asked, she would end up with such a result.

From that day on, Yue Ming did not leave a single word on her letter. Perhaps... she, like herself, didn't know how to deal with this situation.

But for Ximing, this situation is particularly difficult.

She was confused.

Even though she knew that her sister liked Brother Xuanqiu, she believed that her sister would not lie to her. Brother Xuanqiu should have really said that she was just treating her as a little girl.

But she did not give up. She believed that sincerity would lead to the development of gold and stone. She thought she was young and ignorant? She would grow up.

But now there is an extra sister in the middle, what should she do?

From childhood to adulthood, this book of calligraphy has completed her missing life. Only when she and her sister are together can she be complete. However, now, she seems to have lost contact with her sister, and she is not very comfortable with this feeling.

These days, she has not gone to see Chen Xuanqiu again, and she believes that her sister has not gone either.

Before understanding their own psychology and thinking about how to face each other, both of them should be careful to avoid hurting each other.

Ximing has never wanted to have a complete self so urgently, because she and Yue Ming are so close that they are far from ordinary compatriots and sisters, so the problems they face are even more complicated.

She wanted to have a body that belonged entirely to her, and would not be dominated by another soul when she was sleeping, do things that she was completely unaware of, and had joy, anger, joy, sorrow, and joy that she was completely unaware of.

However, it seems that as soon as she was born, she was in a state of being one and two souls. When she was a child, she didn't think this was a problem. She always thought that she was born like this, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

Dad knows her situation, but with Dad's great ability, he has no choice but to do anything, what else can she do?

Her body can be chopped in half with one sword, but her soul cannot. Who can help her realize this impossible wish...

Ming'er thought, feeling disappointed, and couldn't help but sigh, and a wisp of cold smoke appeared on her dark eyebrows.

"Brush" and a figure fell from the sky and fell into the yard.

The man was wearing a black robe and kind-hearted eyebrows.

It's just that the image is a bit miserable. The hand pillar is a jujube stick, and one leg is a little lame, which is lit on the ground.

The left hand was hung on the chest with a cloth belt and the forearm was tied with wooden boards of the scholastic bones.

He wrapped his head with white cloth for several times, and finally tied a pair of sheep horns on his forehead, drooping downwards.

As soon as he landed, he looked around suspiciously, looking at him ready to run away at any time.
Chapter completed!