My Little Mom is the Richest

Involuntarily twitching his fingers, the expected piano sound has never been remembered. Instead, people go to the quiet of the building. Mingyue Jun looks around, where is Muqiu from? Where is the exquisite Yuqin? My heart felt guilty, and I couldn't help but another cold war. I trembled and hesitated in my heart, but continued to move forward out of curiosity.

After passing the lake center pavilion, we walked a little further and we arrived at a courtyard. The lotus lamps with amethyst base were lit everywhere, and there were many lavender four o'clock peach blossoms around. The color of the flowers was lighter called lotus, so I should just use lotus ponds. The water is cultivated, but it is also fragrant. Mingyue-jun carefully approached one of the lit-up side rooms, and took a closer look. The room was built with green bamboo. There was a desk in the room with the four treasures of the study. Several rows of ebony bookshelves were piled up with all kinds of things. This kind of book turned out to be a study room, but when you go around the bookshelf, you can see another cave behind. There are ebony wardrobes, mirrors, coffee tables, sleeping tables, and a small purple jade stove and fine jade porcelain tea sets on the coffee table. . At this moment, the drunk Feng Xueyang leaned over the coffee table, and when he heard someone coming, he raised his head and stared at Mingyue Jun.

I didn't expect to see Mu Qiu again, let alone that he would wake up like this, Mingyue Jun could only stare at him blankly. Suddenly, Feng Xueyang, who had been stunned, smiled, like a thousand pear blossoms that bloom in an instant, elegant and alluring, quietly watching Mingyue-jun lift his beautiful lips: "You are here! Why are you so slow? Don't polish it yet. !"

"Huh?" Mingyuejun frowned. It turned out that Mu Qiu had always known that she was chasing him, and she ran so fast when she came to such a hard-to-find place! snort! It was hard to find him, but he was so good! It's just... Didn't Mu Qiu not let others grind for him on weekdays?

"Stupefied again! Not yet!" The deep voice urged gracefully. Mingyue Jun was unwilling to take the jade bottle with water and fetch water from the well in the courtyard. When he returned to the house, Mu Qiu had moved to the desk, laid out the paper, and waited in time. Reluctantly pour the water into the inkstone, slowly grind it up. I don't know why I rubbed this ink, Mingyue Jun's heart gradually calmed down, and he was very willing to rub it up.

Before Mingyue Jun greeted him, Feng Xueyang smiled as if he had already known it: "I'm here to chant a poem, you write it!"

"Huh?" Mingyue Jun was shocked again, not that he hadn't written a word, but his own word is really shameless to see people! "It's better for you to write it yourself! Slaves won't!"

"No?! Didn't I teach you?" Feng Xueyang frowned slightly.

"Huh?!" Mingyuejun is depressed, when have you taught me, don't you bring such a ridicule!

"Fine! I'll teach you one more time, come here!" Feng Xueyang seemed to be very interested, and regardless of Mingyue Jun's shock, he casually greeted Mingyue Jun to go over.

"Nuo!" Hearing the phrase ‘come here’, Mingyue Jun was once again devilish, and involuntarily came to Feng Xueyang’s body, allowing him to hold his hand and wave a bit on the paper. In a daze, it seems that I saw a woman who was also surrounded by the wind and snow, and learned to write seriously. The goose-yellow palace dress was eye-catching and warm. Although I couldn't see the appearance, I could feel that the other party was very attentive and serious. .

"In this door last year, the face of the peach blossoms are red!" Feeling the warm treasure behind him, the unique fragrance of the tip of the nose, let it be in my ears, spraying the heat and chanting verses, shaking my soul ...But why didn't you finish it?