Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 262 It's boring, I like it (recommendation ticket plus update)
Mo Xiaowan looked at him with eyes suddenly full of sympathy.

Seeing her jumping around the table and jumping on him, Xuanyuanchen thought that the little thing had finally awakened, but she hugged him.

"Uncle Xuanyuan, it doesn't matter whether you like masculinity or not."

Mo Xiaowan said emotionally: "You are so kind to me, besides Mo Qianlang, you are my only relative, I promise I will never despise you, don't feel inferior, really..."

Because thinking of Xuanyuanchen covering her feet in the morning, Mo Xiaowan not only spoke very provocatively, but also his eyes were foggy.

Touching her eyes glistening with tears, Xuanyuan Chen felt panicked and was speechless for a while!

She is still young, she has suffered so much in the Marquis of Weiyuan before, so it is inevitable that her little mind will not be thinking wildly.

Let her alone!

Too lazy to explain!
"Ok!"

He patted her loosely tied hair lightly as a response.

"These days, the king is very busy and doesn't have so much time to stay in the mansion. If there is anything, Uncle Lu will make the decision for you."

"what?"

Mo Xiaowan felt that he and Uncle Xuanyuan bumped into each other for so long, and finally got along well.

What can be so busy?
I was so busy that I didn't even have time to go home.

Mo Xiaowan's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he raised his face to look at him, with deep reluctance written in his eyes.

She lay on her lap, her eyes were like a kitten's, unwilling to leave her master.

Xuanyuanchen felt better, because Mo Xiaowan said that he was fond of men's sex, and his displeasure was gone.

"The ancients said: The thunderstorms in winter and the rain and snow in summer dare to break with the king. It can be seen that thunderstorms in winter are extremely rare. In the view of Qin Tianjian, only the monarch is unkind and abnormal in law. God will send such omens, and soon there will be natural disasters." Disaster is coming."

He explained in a good-tempered manner: "Zhang Bingqian's father, Zhang Xiang, advocated pulling out money and silver to help the people survive the cold winter. If His Majesty accepts Zhang Xiang's proposal, this king will be busy for a while."

Mo Xiaowan didn't speak, just looked at him and laughed for a while.

Xuanyuanchen patted her on the head: "What's wrong?"

"Well, the thunderstorms in winter and the rain in summer are the only ones who dare to say goodbye to you. Uncle Xuanyuan's poems are also catchy."

Mo Xiaowan let out a burst of laughter: "Don't let Xiaowan read the lines of the Book of Songs, but I can actually articulate them. It can be seen that I have studied and read them carefully in private. Haha, Uncle Xuanyuan is indeed a sullen type. I like it..."

Xuanyuanchen's head was full of black lines, and he felt like he was being seen through.

He wondered, "What is Mensao?"

"It looks cool, but actually there is a fire burning in my heart."

Mo Xiaowan lay on his lap and shook his little head: "By the way, thunder and snow are natural phenomena. How can there be so many gods and gods? The emperor knows how to torment my uncle."

Does this little thing know how to feel sorry for herself?
Xuanyuan Chen didn't mind what kind of mensao was in her mouth, the corners of her mouth slightly curled into a nice arc.

"The palace didn't send anyone to the palace, so the king can stay in the palace for a few days."

Seeing Mo Xiaowan curling her lips, she recalled the last day on the Chongyang Ninth Festival when she talked nonsense and invited him to go sightseeing together.

He couldn't help comforting her: "After being busy for a while, after the New Year's Eve, I'm free, and I took a small bowl out to go out to play in the mountains and rivers."

"Really?"

Mo Xiaowan's eyes sparkled, afraid that he would repent, he stretched out a little finger: "Come on, pull the hook, whoever repents will wag his tail."

here again?

Meeting her expectant gaze, Xuanyuanchen felt helpless, so he had no choice but to stretch out his fingers to hook hers...

　This is last week’s recommendation ticket plus [-], thank you for your support, okay?

　　


(End of this chapter)