[69 Book Bar-www.] "Oh? What did you ask me?" Mo Qingwu pointed to the soft chair and asked her to sit on it.
"The eldest prince said thank you for your trouble in writing the song for me. By the way, I have something to give to you." She took out something from her arms and handed it to me. Mo Qingwu was stunned. It was her last time
I've seen that purse.
"Why give me this?" I picked up my purse, a little surprised.
"The eldest prince said that last time I saw you, I seemed to like this purse very much, so I gave it to you as thank you for helping me." Hongye smiled, "I was still talking about why the eldest prince was so stingy this time, and he gave the shopkeeper such a small gift.
Stopped."
"Hongye's words are wrong." Mo Qingwu smiled and said lazily, "Give gifts care about your heart, no matter how high or low."
Hongye smiled and said, "That's true. You see, you're very tired, I won't argue with you anymore. I'll go back to the room first."
Saying Hongye away, Mo Qingwu picked up the purse and looked around. It was empty and there was nothing, and she felt very strange in her heart. For no reason, why did Feng Moyan give me this thing? She just said thanks for helping Hongye.
The reason is a bit far-fetched. After all, this thing has always been given to the person women like. After studying it for a long time, I didn't see anything special. Mo Qingwu shook her head and put the purse casually, too lazy to think about it anymore.
Lyrics of "Buttered Love-Remembering Zhou Lang"
The sun and the moon set for thousands of years,
The snow has become a river,
The heart is separated from your companionship.
The wind and smoke pass by the Red Cliff,
Still seeing the dark fire,
The east wind has not passed, and people have disappeared.
There is no chance of yin and yang in this life,
Who will sing to play the piano and drink wine?
Although the song is wrong, who can tell it?
Only the king can get three thousand waters.
It is hard to broaden your heart when facing the moon alone.
I feel sad and talk a lot.
Tell me, love is hard to lose.
So what if the world is successful?
The "Super Courtesan" competition was again. Hongye entered the top five, and the next game was the final of the top three. Mo Qingwu still did not see Feng Qianjue. Last time he received a gift from the prince
She felt that his attitude was a bit weird. When she saw him this time, she saw that he was polite and gentle to her. She couldn't help but laugh in her heart. In the next five to three games, Hongye was very nervous, but in fact she
The popularity is already very high now. Every off-court vote is always in the first and second place. There is still a lot of hope for winning the championship, but to be successful in the finals, you still have to spend some time thinking. Mo Qingwu thought about it.
, arranged a dance with her, and dedicated it to her during the day these days.
The snow still comes every night, and his attitude towards her is still cold. However, after getting along for so long, she can still realize that he is a little different from before, or that he can no longer do the same to her as before.
There was a pure hatred, or now he felt a little regret in his heart. Apart from embracing her to sleep, he did not act more than the rules. For him, he did not occupy my body after the resurrection of her, in fact, in addition to being glad, she was still
I am a little grateful. Because I am not Long Yini, my hatred for him is far less than that of his cruelty towards me. When he was held in his arms, she felt more sad and looked at him with conflict.
He struggled, suffered, and clumsyly expressed his concern for himself, and often felt a sense of powerlessness that could not be responded to.
So, the only thing left is silence. I can't remember how long it took for the two of them to talk to each other. These days, she and him were like the actors of pantomimes. He came silently, walked silently, hugged her silently, Mo Qingwu
Sleeping silently in his arms. You are pitiful, you met me at the wrong time and in the wrong place.
The day before the "Super Courtesan" finals, Fusheng came to see Mo Qingwu and carried two coconut-sized jars. Mo Qingwu saw that he was neatly tidy and his clothes were worn, but they were washed clean.
I was very happy in my heart, knowing that his mother's illness must have improved. When he saw her, his face turned slightly red, and he saluted me in a regular manner: "Hello Miss."
"No need to be polite, Fusheng, Aunt Zhou's illness is better?" Mo Qingwu asked him with a smile.
"It's much better after taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor." Fu Sheng had a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "The doctor said it's nothing serious, just continue to take the medicine for a while."
"That's good." Mo Qingwu smiled, "Auntie will get better if her illness is cured. Fusheng is a man, so he must take good care of his mother."
"I know." He nodded and handed the small jar in his hand. "Mom said this was the fermented tofu made with her that day by the lady. Now she can eat it, so she asked me to send it to the girl."
"Is that true?" Mo Qingwu got happy, stood up and took the two small jars, and smiled, "I want to try the taste, Mu Zi, bring me a pair of bowls and chopsticks."
Uncovered the cover of a small jar, a rich frankincense of frankincense came to his nose, and Mo Qingwu laughed and said, "It seems to be pretty good."
Fusheng nodded happily: "Well, my mother and I tried it, it's so delicious. The lady is so smart. I didn't expect moldy tofu to make such delicious things."
Mu Zi brought the bowls and chopsticks, Mo Qingwu picked up a piece, picked up a piece of the vegetable leaves, put it in her mouth, frowned, Fusheng looked at her reaction and said strangely: "Miss, I don't think it's good."
Do you eat it?"
It’s not that it’s not delicious, but it’s still not the taste I remember. Mo Qingwu’s heart was a little sour. She looked up and saw Fu Sheng’s nervous look and squeezed out a smile: “Fortunately, the fermented bean curd is still a bit hard,
It would be better to put it a few days."
He breathed a sigh of relief and nodded happily. Mo Qingwu thought for a while and said to Fusheng: "Fusheng, please take this fermented tofu to the street and try to sell it, to see if anyone buys it, if anyone wants it
If you buy it, the aunt can do this small business in the future. You don’t have to get up early and go to bed late to grind beans and order tofu. Since there are many people selling tofu, just buy ready-made tofu and make it."
Fusheng nodded and said happily: "Mom means that, and I asked me to ask if the lady won or not? Mom said that this is the way you thought of, Miss, and you will have to agree."
This week, Auntie is really unspeakable. Mo Qingwu smiled and said, "Entertainly, why don't you win? Do whatever you want. I'll go to your house again the other day and discuss this with Auntie carefully.
The practice of fermented bean curd.”
"Then Fusheng is back first, thank you girl." Fusheng gave Mo Qingwu and left happily. Mo Qingwu told Xiaohong to find two more small jars for her and divide the pot of fermented bean curd into three.
In canned, he said to Mu Zi: "Leave a can of this, give one to Miss Hongye, and then one to General Ji's mansion."
(Today's first update, I'm a little tired recently, but I can't be lazy! Even if Wenwen's grades are not good, I can still stick to it! Because of you, Momo╭(╯3╰)╮! Happy weekend, dear, Wenwen,
The article will be finished by the end of the month. Come on in the last few days!╭(╯3╰)╮)