The silly king's daughter-in-law is a plant?

In summer, the day comes early, and a light-colored belly of a fish is exposed on the gray sky.

When Xi Mojiu woke up from sleep, his eyes were dazzled with white from the corner of his eye. Next to his pillow was the white pillow that he rudely threw away last night.

Xi Mojiu sat on the edge of the bed and bent over to put on the black boots with silver rims. He walked a few steps, then turned around and put the pillow back on the bed neatly.Perhaps realizing that his behavior was too strange, he turned back again, raised the pillow, and sighed softly after three seconds, returning the moving pillow to its original place.

Huan'er was standing on the outside of the door with the toiletries and knocked on the door. She said with a smile, "Is the prince awake? Huan'er is coming in."

Xi Mojiu rubbed his eyes, trying to squeeze out a few tears, pretending to be sleepy, he yawned sullenly and replied, "Wake up, Jiuerhu...wake up early"

"Yes" Huan'er pushed the door open with a smothered smile, she put the things she brought aside, and summoned the maids behind to wait for Xi Mojiu to change her clothes.

The young girls who are in their youth are wearing the same style of peach pink clothes, with light makeup, smiling faces like flowers, gestures and gestures as gentle as water, and a vague fragrance wafting from their bodies.

If it's an ordinary man, who wouldn't be tempted?Xi Mojiu thought to himself, after cleaning his face, he wiped his face with a towel, and a few drops of warm water slipped into his slightly open collar.

Why don't I like it?Xi Mojiu asked himself again.People in the South are separated and open. Although same-sex marriages are rare, there are two out of ten families.Back then when his father gave him a marriage, he didn't dislike marrying a man. He didn't like a woman, so it didn't matter if the wife who was ordered to marry was a man or a woman?

Mo Ling has a good saying, men and women are born to complement each other, women enter the water, delicate and gentle; men are like mud, enduring hardships and standing hard work.

Xi Mojiu can be sure that without Mo Ling's appearance, the one with his white head must be a gentle and virtuous woman, an understanding woman like his mother and concubine.

The so-called old saying, there is a tacit understanding.

There is a corner of white clothes floating by the door. The young man in white clothes has a plate of pink pastries in his left hand, and a dark blue water bag in his right hand. The water bag is only half full, and he can feel the heavy weight. Seeing Xi Mojiu, The young man with picturesque eyebrows lifted Yangti's water bag, his smile was clean and beautiful, like the white light in the sky, even better than the white light.

"I brought pastries, which took my breath away," he said.

For some reason, Xi Mojiu couldn't help but smile back, "I want to eat. I'm hungry."

There is no human-made destruction, towering trees can be seen everywhere in the natural forest, and Mo Ling drags Xi Mojiu to hide under the shade of the tree to enjoy the coolness.

The dense branches and leaves formed a huge net to block the dazzling hot sun, and also spared the beams of light, which quietly passed through the gaps in the leaves, turning into dots of light and sprinkled on Mo Ling and Xi Mojiu.

"Are you tired, Jiu'er? There's still some way to go up the mountain, let's eat something to replenish energy." Mo Ling took off the water bag from his waist, twisted it open and handed it to Xi Mojiu.

Compared with Xi Mojiu, who is a martial arts practitioner, Mo Ling looked more tired, Xi Mojiu refused to answer and pushed back, "Lingling drinks, Jiuer is not thirsty"

"What's there to argue about with a sip of water?" Mo Ling took it with a smile, his throat was already dry and sore, and he let him drink first because he was afraid that the fool would be thirsty.

A fool would be heartbroken, so Mo Ling smiled and took a few sips of water. The cold water slid down his thirsty throat, and he felt refreshed in an instant.

"Is Zero very tired?"

".....some"

Mo Ling lowered his head and massaged his sore feet. Why did he feel that his bones were getting weaker and weaker recently, as if his body was aging and his energy was passing away.

When he looked in the bronze mirror this morning, the skin under his cheeks, next to his ears, was slightly red. At that time, Mo Ling couldn't help touching it a few times, and flakes of skin fell from his hands.

Skin allergies?Mo Ling remembered that he ate some seafood last night. He was a little allergic to seafood in modern times, so he didn't think much about it.

When Mo Ling was in a daze, a pair of gentle palms pressed his shoulders, and the owner of the hands had a smile in his eyes. He had the right strength and gently kneaded Mo Ling's wide shoulders.

"Hee hee hee, Lingling is so small. Mingming is older than Jiu'er, and her body is petite and cute, and she is also short," Xi Mojiu said foolishly.

Xi Mojiu is two years younger than Mo Ling, but he is actually a head taller than him. In comparison, Mo Ling looks petite and cute, like the younger of the two.

Mo Ling hit him with his crutches, "Don't say there's nothing there, just pinch it well."

"Hee hee hee, Lingling is ashamed and won't let me say it"

"Fool"

Mo Ling called him with a smile, which made Xi Mojiu giggle so hard that he couldn't stop.

After resting for about ten minutes, I have to hurry again, otherwise I don’t know when I will reach the top after playing.

Mo Ling tidied up his things, hung what should be hung on his body, and what should be carried on his arms, and patted Xi Mojiu's clothes corners that were stuck to dirt and grass.

After walking for half an hour, Mo Ling spotted the first pavilion in the forest with sharp eyes. La Xi Mojiu passed by with his eyes shining. It was almost noon. place to eat.

The two of them walked up the mountain road to the gazebo, and a few laughing voices came from the pavilion. Mo Ling took Xi Mojiu's hand, and walked in slowly.

Unexpectedly, after entering, the chatter stopped abruptly, as if someone cut off the voice.

A few eyes in tacit agreement shot at Mo Ling and Xi Mojiu at the same time.

The green-clothed man who was sitting on the innermost side flicked his fan, and the orange-clothed man who was drinking water coughed and choked. There was also a purple-clothed youth with his legs folded on the stone table, smiling unabated, with ambiguous eyes.

"Hey, this is really a coincidence." The man in Tsing Yi threw away the folding fan, "Nine brothers and sisters sit down and have a rest."

The man in orange roughly wiped the water from his mouth and chin with his sleeve, and smiled awkwardly, "Sit down. You'll choke on drinking too fast, don't worry, don't worry."

They are all acquaintances, Xi Mojiu did not let go of Mo Ling's hand, nodded with a smile, obediently called the second brother to the man in green clothes, called third brother to the man in orange clothes, and called fifth brother excitedly when he came to the man in purple clothes .

"When did the fifth brother come back?" He asked excitedly, took Mo Ling's hand and introduced, "These are brothers who are very good to Jiu'er~"

Hearing the words, Mo Ling nodded one by one, and then called brother a few times.

The second prince waved a fan at Xi Mojiu, "Your brother and sister are polite. When Xiao Jiu got married, some of us went there too. At that time, the younger brother and sister were not very cold and never went out to toast, so they might not recognize the three of us."

When a woman gets married, she sits in the boudoir and waits for her husband to come back and lift the hijab, while a man is not so particular, so he has to toast with his husband to show the love between husband and wife.

The original owner didn't want to marry, so it was completely impossible for him to be willing to toast. The second prince didn't know whose scars he was exposing by saying this.