"When talking about this, don't you feel uncomfortable when you walk?" Murong Xitian remembered that every time he went to her room, he had to use his light skills, otherwise the soles of his feet would definitely suffer.

Xia Ziluo shook his head, "I don't understand! This is equivalent to massage the soles of the feet, promoting blood circulation and fitness. Otherwise, I'll do it here for you too?"

"Forgive me, don't reveal my wealth." Murong Xitian hurriedly rejected Xia Ziluo's kindness.

Xia Ziluo banned the nose and joked about his mistake: "Why are you stingy in the dignified Prince Xiao's Mansion? Those who come are just killers and assassins, and those who steal money will only take a detour."

This is true. What is the difference between whoever dares to come to the palace to steal money and seek death?

"You have changed the subject again." Murong Xitian decided not to argue with her on anything irrelevant. "When it comes to birthday gifts, we will go after dinner."

Xia Ziluo put down the bowls and chopsticks, looked at him seriously, and paused word by word: "I said, no, accurate, messy, run away."

"I'll never have time to spend a few days with you." Murong Xitian insisted on celebrating Xia Ziluo's birthday because this was his first birthday for her.

There is another important meaning - this is the first anniversary they spent after they were together. In addition to the first kiss, ****, he hopes to leave more for the first time with her, and then have a second

Second, third... until they were over 70 years old, until they died holding hands.

Xia Ziluo saw Murong Xitian so persistent, and it was a little angry. She wasn't worried about his wounds, but he didn't appreciate it and insisted on showing off. Did he think he was made of steel or an NPC that could not die, and could be full of blood indefinitely.

resurrection?

"you……"

Before he could say anything, Xia Ziluo heard the sound of Murong Xitian's cello sounding again: "Luoer, this is your first birthday in the Jinxiu Dynasty, I insist."

The first birthday...so that's it.

He never said anything sweet, nor even said that he loved her or liked her. But his actions always express his love for her... This kind of love is deeper and easier for people to **

**, made her love him even more reluctant.

So, how could she blame him?

Xia Ziluo's heart was as warm as the spring sun, because of joy, his eyes were slightly red: "Okay, but you can't show off. If you feel uncomfortable, say it..."

"With you by my side, I don't have a chance to show off, right?" Murong Xitian climbed onto her cheeks with warm fingers and gently wiped away the tears of joy for her.

"That's right." Xia Ziluoyin's sweetness bloomed with a happy smile.

After dinner, the two of them drank tea again, relieved the heat and then leisurely left Haoju and arrived at the gate of the palace.

The Marquis of the Carriage, which had been arranged long ago, is the carriage symbolized by King Xiao's identity - the colorful glass green curtain carriage. The four horses were so happy to see their master, and the eight people behind were sitting.

The carriage is luxurious and elegant, demonstrating the dignity of King Xiao everywhere.

However, there was a pretty person next to the carriage.

"Cousin, I came back from going to the temple to burn incense and praying for you in the morning, and saw the carriage parked here." Ye Zixuan saw Murong Xitian and left and stuck like a dog skin plaster, "Is Cousin going out? He is so hurt

Heavy, how can you go out?"
Chapter completed!