Flowers bloom on the Moshang for the return of the king

Chapter 339 No one laughs at you here

Jun Ziqian looked at her quietly, and after a while, he sighed: "Don't hold on, if you are sad, just cry, no one here laughs at you."

Wu Jiuzi stopped talking and continued to look at the stars, as if there was something rare on the stars that made her unable to move her eyes away.

"Come on, I'll lend you a shoulder." Jun Ziqian sat side by side with her, half-seriously, half-jokingly: "Be careful not to let tears fall on my clothes, I don't know how to clean, and I have to wash them when I go back."

"Fuck you!" Wu Jiuzi finally managed to hold back the tears that were almost pouring out, and pushed him.

Jun Ziqian shook it intentionally: "Dirty girl, you want to push me down and fall to my death?"

The old nickname came back out of the rivers and lakes, both of them froze for a moment.

Wu Jiuzi finally burst out laughing, and gave him a sideways glance: "Jun Ziqian, I didn't expect you to be quite humorous." She was mistaken, thinking that he was only pretending to be cool.

"My humor is only for you..." Jun Ziqian whispered.

"What?" His voice was too low for Wu Jiuzi to hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Jun Ziqian stood up: "Don't want to cry, do you? If you don't want to cry, then I can go. I won't lend you my shoulder."

"Who wants to cry? Let's go, let's go, it's getting late, and I have to rest too." Wu Jiuzi waved.

Jun Ziqian smiled and pulled her up: "If you want to sleep, you go back to the house and sleep again. You can't sleep in the open air. You will get sick. Look at how thin you are now, your bones are hurting..." Speaking of this, the voice stopped, and some couldn't continue.

Wu Jiuzi smiled nonchalantly: "What's thin, I'm slender... do you understand being slender, let me tell you, there was once a woman who was so thin that she could dance on the palm of her hand, she was so favored by the emperor..." Speaking of There was a pause here.

She is not Zhao Feiyan, and Liuxiang in the Wind is not that emperor, no matter how thin she is, he will not take it to heart...

Fortunately, Jun Ziqian didn't understand Zhao Feiyan's story, and he didn't want to understand it either. He just patted her on the shoulder: "Okay, you're so skinny that you can fly on your palm now. Come on, let's go down."

He jumped down to the ground with her, and then let go of her hand: "Okay, I'm leaving. There is no need to send it off."

Who wants to send it?

Wu Jiuzi secretly rolled her eyes and waved her hands: "Let's go, let's go, what are mothers-in-law and mothers like?"

Jun Ziqian smiled, turned around and left, just as he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something again: "By the way, Jiu Zi, the Jiuhuamen Disciple Competition will be held in two months. You represent your master's faction and you must participate."

Wu Jiuzi was taken aback, Jun Ziqian had already drifted away with his clothes fluttering away.

Bi Qiuling, which was still bustling just now, slowly fell silent.

Wu Jiuzi lay on the bed, unable to sleep for a long time, the wind blowing through the treetops outside made noises, making the night seem quieter and deeper.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the shadow of Liuxiang in the Wind flashed in front of her eyes again, and her heart seemed to be pricked by some sharp needle.

She looked around the house, the furniture in the house was new, new beds, new tables and chairs, and new wardrobes. 

(End of this chapter)