[System] I have special flower destroying skills

Mu Chuyu paused and asked him, "Uncle Huang is coming back?"

"Because you have a good relationship with him, I will tell you first." Mu Chumin said.

Mu Chuyu: "..."

"Okay, I've been driving all day today, so you should rest earlier." Mu Chumin patted Mu Chuyu's head.

After Mu Chumin left, Xiao Jing got down from the beam.

Mu Chuyu looked at him, pulled the quilt over his head and pretended to be dead.

Xiao Jing got on the bed and pulled off his quilt, and said word by word: "The relationship is better?"

Mu Chuyu looked at him for a while, then gave up on himself and said, "Uncle Huang is very kind to me."

"I'm good to you too." Xiao Jing was dissatisfied, and tightly held his wrist and pressed it to the side of his head.

"You are different from the emperor's uncle," Mu Chuyu said helplessly, "I respect the emperor's uncle as an elder, you..."

"What am I?" Xiao Jing lowered her head, the warm and familiar breath sprayed gently on Mu Chuyu's face, and there was a hint of narrowness and playfulness in her deep dark eyes.

"You're an idiot, idiot, idiot, bastard," Mu Chuyu kicked him, pouted, "let me go."

Xiao Jing leaned close to his red ears, and coaxed him in a soft and deep voice: "Yu'er, be good, my name is Xianggong."

"Princess." Mu Chuyu said kindly.

Xiao Jing laughed angrily at him, and kept calling his name in his ears, coaxing people to call him Xianggong.

Mu Chuyu closed her eyes and said shamelessly, "Don't call me, I fell asleep."

"Daughter-in-law," Xiao Jing rubbed against him and kissed him lightly on the side of the ear, "just call out."

Mu Chuyu bit her lower lip tightly, her cheeks were flushed, seeing that the person on her body was still refusing to give up, she had no choice but to let out a low voice.

Xiao Jing chuckled, lowered her head and held his soft lips tenderly, extremely tender and tender, her dark eyes were full of deep affection.

The snow came late at the beginning of this year, clusters of snow fell slowly from the sky like feather balls, falling on the bluestone slabs, on the cornice pavilions, and on the bright red plum blossoms .

Mu Chuyu curled up in Xiao Jing's arms and fell into a drowsy sleep. She felt Xiao Jing sit up and grabbed his sleeve in dissatisfaction.

Xiao Jing patted his back lightly, coaxing him to continue sleeping.

Mu Chuyu yawned and opened his eyes to look at him in a daze.

The corners of Xiao Jing's lips curved, and she lowered her head to kiss the corners of his lips, saying: "It's snowing."

Mu Chuyu stretched her waist, leaned against Xiao Jing's generous chest, and was dazed for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and she came to her senses, immediately got out of bed, stepped on soft shoes and pulled the fox fur cloak on the hanger superior.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Jing frowned.

"I'm going to pick snow." Mu Chuyu took a clean porcelain pot, opened the door and walked out.

Xiao Jing hurriedly got up and put on her clothes, and chased him out.

Mu Chuyu walked to a plum blossom tree in full bloom in the yard, reached out and carefully swept the snow that fell on the plum blossoms into the porcelain jar.

Xiao Jing stepped forward, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, held his cold hand, and frowned distressedly, "If you want this snow water, let me do it."

"No, I want to come in person." Mu Chuyu withdrew his hand and continued to sweep the snow off the plum blossoms.

No matter how Xiao Jing coaxed him, he didn't listen, so he had to take another big cloak from the house and put it on Mu Chuyu. Seeing that he had already accumulated half of the jar of snow, Xiao Jing snatched away the porcelain jar.

"Okay, that's enough." Xiao Jing took his hand and forcibly brought him back to the room. He was busy pouring hot water and holding the stove again.

Mu Chuyu rubbed his cold fingers, and stuffed his hand into Xiao Jing's, "Nuan Nuan."

Xiao Jing couldn't laugh or cry, and was reluctant to scold, "Next time if you do this again, I will punish you."

Mu Chuyu: "Oh."

Xiao Jing shook her head, watched him drink a cup of hot water, then picked him up and stuffed him into the bed, wrapping him tightly.

Mu Chuyu smiled and told him: "You seal up this snow water and use it to make tea next year."

"If you want this snow water, you can just let me go, why do you want to go in person?" Xiao Jing rubbed his frozen red nose with her fingers distressedly.

Mu Chuyu remained silent, staring in front of her in a daze.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, and said vigilantly, "It's just a gift, right?" Don't say it was for that Uncle Lao Shizi, otherwise he would definitely dismantle the porcelain jar.

Mu Chuyu regained consciousness, patted his chest, and said, "The old man has passed away."

Xiao Jing paused, no longer asked, but caressed his soft hair.

"When I was on the West Mountain, I told Shi Ying that when it snowed for the first time, I would pick the snow from the plum blossoms and hide them. The taste of making tea will be even better next year." Mu Chuyu whispered, but the emotion in his eyes was stable.

"You are not to blame for her death." Xiao Jing stroked his temples and said softly.

Mu Chuyu shook her head, "I'm not blaming myself, she is a member of the Devil's Cult, and she has done too many outrageous things, how can I pity her, I just want peace of mind."

Xiao Jing pressed against his forehead.

Mu Chuyu smiled, "Bury this snow water under the plum tree in the yard."

"Okay." Xiao Jing said with a curl of her lips.

Far away in the South China Sea, the smog is long and the sky is vast.

A man in white was sitting in the gazebo making tea, very leisurely.

A man in black with a sword came walking quickly from a distance, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "Master, that girl is awake."

The corner of the man's lips hooked slightly, "Okay."

The man in black hesitated for a moment and asked him, "Are you really determined to..."

The man in white said leisurely: "Only by refining her into a poisonous person can our odds of winning be increased by [-] percent."

The man in black lowered his head, "Yes."

A few days later, on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, Xiao Jing went to the street thinking about buying some snacks for Mu Chuyu.The most famous shop on this street is this sweet-scented osmanthus cake. There are many people queuing up every day. Xiao Jing waited patiently and listened to the chattering of the surrounding people. It was not difficult.

"I heard that the king of the South China Sea is coming to this imperial city." Citizen A said.

"I heard that the King of the South China Sea was born tall and mighty, just like General Namu and Prince Yu, he was born very well." Commoner Yi said.

Xiao Jing paused, her expression calm.

Commoner C said: "Yes, and I also heard that the prince is not married yet." If any girl can marry him, it will be really lucky.

Xiao Jing clenched her hands tightly.

"Do you know why the prince left the imperial city to go to the South China Sea?" Citizen A whispered.

"why?"

"It seems that I can't court love, and I am heartbroken, so I want to leave this sad place." The commoner continued.

"Then why did you come back this time?" People B asked curiously.

"I can't tell, maybe I'm looking for an old friend."

……

When Mu Chuyu came back from his elder brother, seeing Xiao Jing's face was gloomy, she couldn't help wondering, "What's wrong? Who messed with you?"

Xiao Jing looked at him fixedly, and snorted through his nose.

Mu Chuyu was confused, walked over and saw a pack of pastries on the table, her eyes lit up, "Osmanthus cake?"

Xiao Jing still didn't speak.

Mu Chuyu sat down, opened the paper bag, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and took a bite, leaving the fragrance on her teeth and cheeks.

"Who bullied you?" Mu Chuyu fed him a piece of pastry, "Tell me, I will have someone beat him."

"King of the South China Sea." Xiao Jing paused every word.

Mu Chuyu: "..."

"Uncle Huang hasn't arrived in the imperial city yet." Mu Chuyu said with a headache.

How come people miss it before they arrive.

Xiao Jing pretended: "Didn't you say help me find someone to beat him?"

Mu Chuyu calmly said: "You heard wrong."

Xiao Jing leaned over to kiss him.

Mu Chuyu pushed him a few times but didn't push it away, so he kissed him along with him, saying: "I won't be angry after kissing."

"Health." Xiao Jing said.

Mu Chuyu sighed and looked at him with his chin resting on his hands.

The princess is too savage and willful.

Xiao Jing sat with the man on his lap, rested his chin on his shoulder, and said after deliberation, "I'll have a discussion with you."

"What?" Mu Chuyu turned to look at him.

"If I fight with the King of the South China Sea—"

"Don't even think about it." Mu Chuyu felt tight in his chest.

Xiao Jing: "..."

"I haven't finished yet." Xiao Jing said.

"If you fight with the emperor's uncle, the eldest brother will definitely be angry. Do you still want to marry me?" Mu Chuyu coaxed.

Xiao Jing sighed, "Okay."

If you don't fight, you don't fight.

Mu Chuyu tugged at his face and said, "Be obedient and stop making trouble."

"Kiss." Xiao Jing said, "I won't be angry if I kiss you."

Mu Chuyu's eyes were bent into crescent moons, she wrapped her hands around his neck, slightly raised her chin and kissed his beautiful lips.

Xiao Jing hugged his slender waist tightly, with a smile in her eyes, deepening the kiss.

Just as he was gradually lowering his hands to pull off Mu Chuyu's belt, Xiao Shunzi's voice came from the door.

"My lord."

Mu Chuyu pushed Xiao Jing away, straightened his messy clothes, and said, "What's the matter?"

"The emperor sent some portraits, saying that he just forgot to let the prince take them away."

Xiao Jing gently wiped the water from the corner of his lips.

Mu Chuyu's ears felt a little hot, and he said, "Come in."

Xiao Shunzi pushed the door open without looking sideways, put the painting on the table and hurried out.

He is someone who has read short story books.

Xiao Jing wondered, "What is it?"

Mu Chuyu had a headache and said, "It's the portraits of some daughters with clean family backgrounds."

Xiao Jing's expression was indescribable.

"Maybe it's because you think I'm only interested in your face." Mu Chuyu had no choice but to find some good-looking daughters over, trying to make him change his mind.

"You have to work harder," Mu Chuyu patted him, "Hurry up and let the emperor accept our marriage."

Xiao Jing lowered her head and kissed the corner of his lips.

It's really external troubles and internal troubles.

The day before New Year's Eve, South China Sea King Mu Yunzheng also came to the imperial city.

The day before New Year's Eve, South China Sea King Mu Yunzheng also came to the imperial city.

Early in the morning, the sky gradually dawned, and the dawn light scattered like water waves. The sun broke through the dark and hazy mist, and cast golden light on the glazed eaves and vermilion high walls, shining like a beautiful brocade.

Mu Yunzheng got out of the carriage, opened his robe and saluted, "Your Majesty."

Mu Chumin hurriedly stepped forward to help him up: "Uncle Huang, you don't need to be polite."

Mu Chuyu said to him respectfully, "Uncle Emperor."

Mu Yunzheng nodded towards him, his eyes were calm.

Mu Chulin glanced at the roof of the opposite palace. The emperor's uncle and his brother seemed to have nothing. What is this guy nervous about? It's simply inexplicable.

Gossip is commonplace, but time passes quickly.

"The South China Sea is not peaceful either." Mu Yunzheng shook his head.

Mu Chumin's eyes darkened slightly, "I have also heard about what happened in the South China Sea."

When Mu Chuyu saw that they wanted to talk about business, she got up and said, "I still have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

"You can stay and listen." Mu Yunzheng looked at him, with waves in his eyes.

This remark was a bit over the top, Mu Chumin narrowed his eyes, and said to him: "It's okay, Yu'er doesn't want to take care of these things."

Mu Chuyu nodded to them, "Let's talk, next time I have a chance to ask Uncle Pope." After saying that, he went out.

Mu Chulin rubbed his chin, and felt... Uncle Huang's straight eyes are not quite right, maybe, that guy is right?

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Xiao Jing: I want to fight the King of the South China Sea!