Mu Luoying's mouth trembled slightly, her fair face turned red, and tears were shining in her eyes.

Her voice trembled slightly because of excitement: "Master, being able to serve you is a blessing I have cultivated in my life. No matter whether I have a status or not, I will have no regrets or regrets!"

The expression on Jun Qianchen's face also softened. He held her tenderness tightly and said, "Ying'er, it's better to have a day than choose a day. Tonight, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness Ming were in the mansion, so I'll ask them to be witnesses!"

Mu Luoying picked up the handkerchief, wiped the corner of her eyes lightly, and nodded vigorously.

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Duanmu Ming took Jun Qianxi's hand and came out of the North Courtyard. The two of them were wandering leisurely in the prime minister's mansion.

"Xiao Xier, look..."

Jun Qianxi looked in the direction of his finger. What's the desolate lotus pond?

"Xiao Xier, how about we fill the lotus pond tomorrow?"

"What to fill in?" Jun Qianxi asked subconsciously.

"Corpsy!"

Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched, and the two of them walked forward again.

"Xiao Xier, look..."

Jun Qianxi glanced at the bare willow tree and asked directly: "I want to hang the tree with my body?"

"Xi'er is so smart!"

Duanmu Ming nodded. On the way, he had already looked for many places where the bodies were piled up.

At this moment, a sound of play came from the front. The two of them stopped and looked at each other, both of them saw the interest in each other's eyes.

"Dear fairies, I am lucky to meet you. I am lucky enough to come and I will respect you all!"

The sound of insufficient energy in this sound can be heard by Duanmu Rui.

The fairy he mentioned was naturally the group of women from the Snow Mountain Sect.

"Your Highness, you are a polite person. People who practice cultivation will not drink!"

This cold voice was from Su Meier.

As soon as she finished speaking, Jun Qianxi sneered.

Her smile attracted everyone's attention.

"Senior Brother Ming!" Su Meier immediately stood up and greeted her when she saw the visitor.

The same is true for the others in the Snow Mountain Sect. Their faces were slightly red and they looked at Duanmu Ming shyly.

"Xiao Xier, are you tired of walking? Let's go to the pavilion to sit!"

Duanmu Ming held the person beside him and whispered gently in her ear, avoiding Su Meier.

"Brother Ming, Xier wants to hug you!"

Jun Qianxi stretched out his arm and held his neck.

He picked her up and walked slowly into the pavilion.

A sound of air sucking sounded. Jun Qianxi looked at the illusion-like women in front of her and frowned. She grabbed his clothes and twisted her body: "Brother Ming, the air in the pavilion is not good!"

Duanmu Ming chuckled. He really couldn't bear to deal with those women. Only they could be so tired of his family Xier.

He stopped and whispered: "You guys, get out of here!"

The people around him suddenly became quiet.

Duanmu Ming raised his handsome eyebrows: "Don't you understand human words? Didn't you hear my Xier say you are annoying?"

Everyone still didn't respond.

An inexplicable smile appeared on Duanmu Ming's mouth: "It's really a punishment for not eating toast!"

He said, waving his sleeves.

"ah……"

The people from the Snow Mountain Sect were fading and ran away screaming.

Duanmu Rui was left in the pavilion. It was not that he didn't want to escape, but that his legs were trembling as shocked by the spiritual pressure on the other party and could not escape.

Duanmu Ming snorted coldly, fanned him out of the pavilion, and used his spiritual power to shake the things they left behind in the pavilion to pieces.

He sat in the pavilion with the person in his arms and asked softly: "Xiao Xier, is the air better?"
Chapter completed!