Qiucao looked at Muzi, and inexplicably she thought of the scenes she had seen on TV or in movies. At that moment, she seemed to have transformed into a princess who had married from a foreign country, and Muzi was
The king who was standing high on the palace wall was about to marry her.
Then when Muzi came slowly and steadily, Qiucao suddenly had the illusion that this person was driving a BMW to pick him up and take him for a ride.
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Ah, what nonsense was she thinking about? What kind of king's horse? Not long after, when she got the list of officials who had close contacts with King Mu, and handed it over to the three princes to eliminate him one by one, Mu Zi was just a
I just landed as a phoenix. If you are lucky, you will be demoted to a remote country to become a famous but powerless king. If you are not lucky, you may not even be able to save your head.
It's just...what a pity for that good appearance, what a pity for the one-day love between the two of them.[
Qiucao sighed, but there was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't be told to ignore the fate of Zuixianglou's family and take refuge in Prince Mu's palace instead. It would be okay if Prince Mu had the ability to protect them, but the key point is...
Qiucao glanced at the sight, and the elegant atmosphere of isolation from the world completely faded away, leaving only Mu Zi who was full of cynicism. She was depressed. This person, no matter how you look at it, is not as clever as the third prince. She has taken refuge in King Mu, but she is still
...give up on this idea.
well……
Mu Zi lifted up the long hair on Qiucao's cheeks very naturally and circled it on his fingertips: "What is the princess thinking about?"
Qiucao blushed, snatched the green hair from his hand, and strode towards Anche, while snorting, "What I think has nothing to do with you!"
I can’t help you anyway!
Mu Zi just thought she was shy about what happened yesterday, shrugged and followed without saying anything, and the two got into the carriage together.
The carriage moved forward slowly on the bluestone road, with lively and bustling markets on both sides. The sounds of selling and talking came through the curtains. Qiucao leaned on the soft cushions and listened, and her restless heart calmed down a little.
The sound outside the curtain was still heard, and Qiucao listened with interest. She imagined the wonderful life in the future when she would complete the tasks assigned by the third prince and return to the countryside with a large sum of silver reward, and her heart could not help but surge.