It seems that he is still very familiar... Could it be that Murong Xitian becomes a woman, or pretends to be a woman and talks to her?

Xia Ziluo rubbed his eyes in confusion, and suddenly sat up in shock and shouted: "Chrysanthemum, Chrysanthemum, are you?"

"Silly, of course it's me." Ju Qing suddenly approached, and her face was about to be close together.

Xia Ziluo suddenly reached out to pinch Ju Qing's face: "You little villain, I'm so worried."

"You little fool, I'm not a cat or a dog, I'll be killed by someone at will?" Ju Qing also came to pinch her, and the two of them became a mess.

She laughed and cried, like two little crazy women.

After a while, the tears stopped, the two of them lay on the bed and started chatting. From the Jinxiu Dynasty to the Genglan Dynasty, from the True Princess to the New Emperor, from the Women to the Men...

The sun outside the window seemed to feel their pleasure. The sunshine was stronger than before and suddenly became much warmer.

On the other side, Murong Xitian, who had left the inn, had already met with Xi Muyun and was on the way back.

The two of them did not take a car, but wandered leisurely on the street. Murong Xitian looked at the lively streets and whispered: "It is the first big country after all, and Yidu is not the imperial capital yet, but it is so prosperous."

Xi Muyun's eyes flashed: "It's no longer the prosperity of the past."

"How are you injured? You can't get out of bed and walk around wherever you are injured?" Just now, just talking to the Fourth Prince and the others, and before you could ask, Murong Xitian slowed down and walked side by side with Xi Muyun.

Damn, if he is injured, he will make trouble for everyone in the world!

Besides, can you tell people about the injury in that place? Thinking that the injury was deep in his thighs, almost made him become eunuch, Xi Muyun's expression became a little cramped, and a faint blush quietly climbed on his pale face.

"Juqing's mouth is so fast, like a little trumpet!" After staying with Juqing for a long time, Xi Muyun also always bounced out modern words, "A little injury, don't be as if I'm dead? I'm firm. Even if the little ghost of Hell comes together, I can destroy all my girls."

Murong Xitian's brow raised high: "You're still so cheap, no wonder Luo'er called you Xi duck, you're so beautiful."

"You keep silent Xia Ziluo, you are not a child who has not been weaned! Don't you know, show your love and die quickly." Damn, what you bother with.

He was worried that he could not push Ju Qing down, but someone showed his love in front of him without the eyesight.

"If you don't have a loving and loving look, you will be sour." Murong Xitian turned around and glanced at Xi Muyun, and was about to mock him, but suddenly changed his face, "Is the person behind us ours?"

Xi Muyun instantly put away his hippie smile, walked forward two steps and pretended to look back casually. When he turned around, he looked solemn: "No, what's wrong? It doesn't look like it's targeting you and me. Now the situation in the Genglan Dynasty is chaotic, and the number of civil organizations is increasing. They are all peasant troops who resist the new emperor****."

"This is not." Murong Xitian suddenly stopped talking and turned around and walked away quickly.

At the same speed, Xi Muyun naturally had to keep up. But his injury had not healed yet, how could he catch up with Murong Xitian in speed?

After turning around the alley, there was Murong Xitian's figure in front of me.
Chapter completed!