But the thought of talking about being bored with himself, that smear of heart became fasciful.

"Yes, the concubine knows, or more to thank the son."

He was still smiling softly, so gentle and tolerant, which made the words feel a little helpless.

At the same time, when you see the loss of a flash in the bottom of the eyes of the hustle, there is still some in the heart that is not a taste.

"This is the concubine's boudoir before she married, and I ask the son not to dislike it."

She returned to her yard with words, and this was the first time she had come to the raster room of Miao.

She lived in a place as gentle as her people, and in the yard, she planted a few pots of orchids, and when she looked at it, she knew that it was the best of the orchids, and it was not easy to feed.

In addition to excellent flowering skills, you must also have excellent patience.

He looked at the porridge on the side and realized that only the hull could raise such an orchid.

"Sleep here tonight, and go to the next room."

He knew that he did not like to be with her, and tonight he was extremely difficult to do this, and she was not good at asking for anything.

“If the Son of the world needs it, he may at any time order it.”

The voice of Mu Yan Yan was as soft as a feather in the heart of the speech, making people's hearts unable to help itching, "The concubine retreated first."

With that, he turned and withdrew from the room, and did not know why, and raised his hand and grabbed her.

Looking back at him, his eyes flashed a hint of confusion, “Is there anything else in the world?”

The words were a little awkward in her mind, and her mind always flashed her raspy expression in the yard, opened her mouth, and the tone was hard, "I can't live in someone else's house."

If the son of the world chooses to leave now, he will surely let his father worry.

The face of the always faintly overflowed a little flustered, "the world's son you..."

“Stay here with me.”

Saying this very quickly, after saying it, I felt that my ears were inexplicably hot, especially when I saw the surprised eyes of the hustle, the feeling of the awkwardness in my heart was even stronger.

"This... this is your room, you are here, this world is at home."

He explained bluntly that he was not surprised, and he nodded his head, "Okay."

Seeing that he did not ask more questions, nor any other expression, the words inexplicably relieved.

Entering the room of Mu Yan, I found that a small room connected to the room of Mu Luo was a small library with a lot of books.

He stepped in and looked around on the shelf, all kinds of books on it, and the wide range of things involved.

Compared with the vulgar "rich people fall in love with poor books" in their mother's study, "Little books of overbearing goblins", "the sky-high price of the thousand-gold wife" and so on, the books here can be described as very high.

(Lord, you have rejected your mother's reading taste, do you know?))

He took one of the books and asked, “Have you read any of these books?”

“Nothing to see.”

He smiled and replied.

"You have patience."

I don't know if it's ironic about her or praising her, I listened to it, and I didn't care much, but it was hard to joke about myself, "People in Beijing don't like to play with me, I can only read books at home."

The action of turning over the book, a meal, thinking about the reputation she had spread outside, really no one would like to play with her like a lover of heart.

He also always felt that she was such an unwelcome person, but she could stand face to face with her, and her temperament, and let the words always subconsciously want to deny the rumors outside.

Even when she thought that she would be isolated by those women, she was a little unhappy in her heart.

As soon as she had finished saying that, she regretted it, only because she saw the face of the sudden sinking of the words and the unpleasantness that overflowed between her eyebrows.

She knew that she had always thought that she was a woman who played tricks, and that she had just been a careless self-interested quirk, and in his hearing, she would probably be understood that she was intentionally telling him.

There is some concern in my heart, the words are not good for her impression, if she just said this and sleeves away, to the father's side, but what to do?

When I was in a hurry, thinking about how to remedy it, I heard the words, "I don't want to play with us, we don't play with them, but I don't know that the princess still needs to rush to have sex with those insignificant women."

To please, it is also those women who come to please his daughter-in-law.

The words thought indignantly in his heart, as if they did not realize that they had subconsciously admitted that he was his daughter-in-law.

It is also unclear whether there is anything she said because she was angry, but the "we" word in his tone obviously attributed her to his side, and added a little sweetness in her heart, and just a few worries, and a little less.

He put down the book in his hand, and looked at her, and said with a serious face, "As a person in my Jingwang's house, I must take out the momentum of the Jingwang Palace, don't let any cat and dog climb up to your head, who can bully anyone?"

Just after saying the last sentence, the words were stupid, and even wanted to bite their tongue.

No!What he just said!

He is defending this woman!Damned!

When he looked at himself, his eyes gradually made a strong smile, and he wanted to reward himself with an ear scraping.

Let your mouth owe, let you talk more, you have nothing to say so much to do!

"Yes, the concubine has written down more."

The smile in the eyes of Mu Yan, and deepened a little, although the invincible son in front of her face to speak, but the last sentence of her maintenance is indeed very obvious.

Whether he was purely defending her or not wanting to lose her face in the face of the Jingwang Palace, she was happy.

She looked at it somewhat unnaturally, and felt uncomfortable, so she tried to say something to resolve her embarrassment and embarrassment.

Raise your hand and touch the tip of your nose in a truce, "You... if you really don't know how to do it, go and learn more with your mother, anyway, there is a Jing Wangfui to support you."

With that, he once again wanted to bite his tongue, and what it was to say how much wrong, he understood now.