When Jimo came back, it was a clear and bright afternoon, and the fragrance of flowers was blowing in the blue sky with light wind and white clouds. Jian Yao was wearing the most ordinary silk skirt, with lotus leaves on the sleeves and two golden carps jumping lightly in the corners of the skirt.

White in the middle, green in the white, it is a three-color woven color. Jimo frowned slightly, but saw Jian Yao move a chair and sit in the sun, smiling at him without any care.

"Where are the clothes that were brought?" he asked.

"Switched with the maid, I see her dress is well embroidered!"

Jimo's thin lips pursed in displeasure: "You are going to the palace today!"

Jian Yao smiled slightly and lowered his head, knowing that he was shabby, and said softly: "I will change in a moment!"

Jimo nodded, Jian Yao stood up and walked into the house. Just as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly heard a loud roar, and then his body was pulled violently and fell backwards into a hard embrace.

"Jimo, I thought you were wrong!"

Hei Jiang stared at Jimo with red eyes and crossed his hands to protect Jian Yao in front of him. Jian Yao raised his head and saw only the green stubble on his chin. He searched for his figure in his mind, but only picked up a little bit in the corner of his memory.

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"The old guys at the Astrology Hall are confused, are you confused too?"

Jimo watched coldly as he held Jian Yao's hand. The corner of his mouth twitched unnaturally, but then he said calmly: "I'm not confused. Since there is a glimmer of hope, I should give it a try!"

"Try? Use her?!"

As he spoke, he pushed Jian Yao's petite body in front of Jimo and made the two of them look at each other.

"Look, who is she? She is the person you were engaged to. Let's put aside the so-called old relationship. Even if she is just an unrelated weak woman, you have the heart to treat her like this and let her do such nonsense.

Blood feeding?"

After hearing what he said, Jian Yao's body shook violently. When he raised his eyes to look at Jimo, he saw a boundless emptiness. Jian Yao had thought that Jimo hated him, but he never thought that it was so deep...

Jimo didn't answer, but stared at Jian Yao with a pair of dark and intense eyes. At that moment, his eyes penetrated into the depths of Jian Yao's soul, but she couldn't see herself in his eyes.

"Hei Jiang, do you have any other ideas for the king?" Jimo asked after a long time. Seeing that Hei General was speechless, he actually stretched out his hand to drag Jian Yao back to him in Hei General's arms. "Since there is no one, she is the only one."

Done!" After saying that, without waiting for Jian Yao's reaction, he dragged her towards the front yard. The black general behind him was stunned, and rushed to Jimo in two steps. He stretched out his arms and blocked the way.

"Naga won't agree!"

Jimo was shocked after hearing this. At this time, the black general revealed the name of the king, obviously using his status to suppress him. The intimacy between him and Naga was beyond Jimo's reach.

"So what? Black General, I, Jimo, strive for loyalty, not the favor of the king!"

After saying that, he waved his palm with a rustling wind. Hei Jiang jumped back defensively. Jimo took advantage of him to get out of the way and pulled Jian Yao towards the front yard. Hei Jiang followed him to the front hall. The two of them had already entered the hall.

After getting out of the carriage, the black general yelled again without giving up: "Stop!"

Jimo in the car had a blue face, and his hand holding the shaft of the car was white and trembling slightly. Jian Yao carefully looked at his side face, but he didn't notice. The black general outside the car roared twice and saw him.

Still not intending to get out of the car, the black general's anger had reached the extreme and he was about to explode when he suddenly saw a plain face peeking out from inside the carriage, with the curtain slightly lifted.

"Black General, please don't embarrass General Mo. Jian Yao has already known about the blood feeding, and the slave family is willing to save the king!" When Jimo came back, it was a clear and bright afternoon, and the fragrance of flowers was blowing in the breeze and white clouds.

In the blue sky. Jian Yao

Wearing the most ordinary silk skirt, with lotus leaf sleeves and two golden carps jumping lightly at the corners of the skirt, yellow with white, white with green, it is a three-color woven color. Jimo frowned slightly, but saw Jian Yao moving

He took a chair and sat in the sun, smiling to himself without any care.

"Where are the clothes that were brought?" he asked.

"Switched with the maid, I see her dress is well embroidered!"

Jimo's thin lips pursed in displeasure: "You are going to the palace today!"

Jian Yao smiled slightly and lowered his head, knowing that he was shabby, and said softly: "I will change in a moment!"

Jimo nodded, Jian Yao stood up and walked into the house. Just as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly heard a loud roar, and then his body was pulled violently and fell backwards into a hard embrace.

"Jimo, I thought you were wrong!"

Hei Jiang stared at Jimo with red eyes and crossed his hands to protect Jian Yao in front of him. Jian Yao raised his head and saw only the green stubble on his chin. He searched for his figure in his mind, but only picked up a little bit in the corner of his memory.

.

"The old guys at the Astrology Hall are confused, are you confused too?"

Jimo watched coldly as he held Jian Yao's hand. The corner of his mouth twitched unnaturally, but then he said calmly: "I'm not confused. Since there is a glimmer of hope, I should give it a try!"

"Try? Use her?!"

As he spoke, he pushed Jian Yao's petite body in front of Jimo and made the two of them look at each other.

"Look, who is she? She is the person you were engaged to. Let's put aside the so-called old relationship. Even if she is just an unrelated weak woman, you have the heart to treat her like this and let her do such nonsense.

Blood feeding?"

After hearing what he said, Jian Yao's body shook violently. When he raised his eyes to look at Jimo, he saw a boundless emptiness. Jian Yao had thought that Jimo hated him, but he never thought that it was so deep...

Jimo didn't answer, but stared at Jian Yao with a pair of dark and intense eyes. At that moment, his eyes penetrated into the depths of Jian Yao's soul, but she couldn't see herself in his eyes.

"Hei Jiang, do you have any other ideas for the king?" Jimo asked after a long time. Seeing that Hei General was speechless, he actually stretched out his hand to drag Jian Yao back to him in Hei General's arms. "Since there is no one, she is the only one."

Done!" After saying that, without waiting for Jian Yao's reaction, he dragged her towards the front yard. The black general behind him was stunned, and rushed to Jimo in two steps. He stretched out his arms and blocked the way.

"Naga won't agree!"

Jimo was shocked after hearing this. At this time, the black general revealed the name of the king, obviously using his status to suppress him. The intimacy between him and Naga was beyond Jimo's reach.

"So what? Black General, I, Jimo, strive for loyalty, not the favor of the king!"

After saying that, he waved his palm with a rustling wind. Hei Jiang jumped back defensively. Jimo took advantage of him to get out of the way and pulled Jian Yao towards the front yard. Hei Jiang followed him to the front hall. The two of them had already entered the hall.

After getting out of the carriage, the black general yelled again without giving up: "Stop!"

Jimo in the car had a blue face, and his hand holding the shaft of the car was white and trembling slightly. Jian Yao carefully looked at his side face, but he didn't notice. The black general outside the car roared twice and saw him.

Still not intending to get out of the car, the black general's anger had reached the extreme and he was about to explode when he suddenly saw a plain face peeking out from inside the carriage, with the curtain slightly lifted.
Chapter completed!