Nishang's internal injury: "Didn't you say that if you talk to me, you won't die if you get closer to me? Then do you dare to get closer to me?"
Mu Ying raised his eyes, the woman's cheeks puffed out in anger looked exactly like the mistress of Xiaolin Garden.
He took a step closer to Nishang.
Nishang took a deep breath and comforted herself. Every step is progress. As long as she is closer to him, don't care about it. If you don't want to be angry to death, you really can't care about it!
After such mental construction, she finally felt that the air was a little fresher.
Stirring a corner of her blouse with her bare hands, she hesitated to speak: "Hey, what do you think about what I asked you that day?"
"..."
"Hey! Am I talking to you?" The impatience that was finally suppressed was forced out by Muying's silence, and it tended to get worse.
Mu Ying looked at her red eyes thoughtfully, feeling that those eyes were like a little rabbit, cute and heart-wrenching.
It took him a while before he answered: "Marriage matters should be decided by parents' words, and matchmaking appointments cannot be decided by you and me in just a few words!"
"But you don't have parents!"
"I still have a master!"
Mu Ying looked into Shang Nishang's persistent eyes with deep eyes, and said seriously: "As a guard of Prince Gong's Mansion, I do not have the freedom to make a personal decision for life!"
"What if the master also agrees?" Nishang persisted.
She is like a grasshopper walking into a bamboo basket. Unless she reaches the end, she will not see the light.
The corners of Mu Ying's lips moved, but he remained silent again.
Nishang plucked up the courage and risked her life: "I'm going to beg the master to let the prince and the princess fulfill the wish for both of us."
After saying that, she turned around and ran towards Xiaolin Garden.
"Nishang!" Muying suddenly grabbed her hand.
Nishang turned around, her eyes fell on the held arm, her watery eyes met the man's tangled eyes, and she felt a mixture of emotions in her heart.
This was the first time he held her hand, but it was under such circumstances.
With tears in her beautiful eyes, she looked sadly at Mu Ying's hard face, her red lips twitching: "You don't like me?"
"..."
"Okay, I think I understand what you mean! It's all just me being sentimental, I'm sorry!"
Nishang waved away her hand in disappointment and looked at the dull wooden shadow sadly, tears falling down like a gardenia beaten by frost.
Hiding her face, she ran away sadly!
"Nice clothes..."
Mu Ying raised his legs to chase after him, but as soon as he took a step, he stopped immediately. His expression was complicated, and he didn't know what he was hesitating about.
"Idiot, chase me out quickly!"
At some point, Chen Xi and Feng Qingyang stood behind him, and the expression on Miss Xi'er's face was one of hatred for steel.
Seeing Mu Ying standing there stupidly, she depressedly broke off a branch and threw it over, shouting: "Hurry up and go!"
The wooden shadow was hit by a branch. It didn't hurt or itch, and it didn't move even half a step.
"Go!" Feng Qingyang opened her lips lightly, and under the peach blossom tree with flying petals, her slender figure was graceful and graceful.
Mu Ying raised his head and looked at Feng Qingyang in astonishment. When he saw him gently nodding, he turned around and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Miss Xier is depressed!
nnd, her anxious urging of feelings is not as good as the words Feng Qingyang, Yun Danfengqing?
Stomping your feet, sad!
Feng Qingyang put his arm around her shoulders in a funny way and sat with her under the peach blossom tree with falling flowers.
The swing is swaying, rising and landing rhythmically.
A certain woman sitting on the swing clenched her fists: "Sir, I think I need to strengthen the majesty of this mistress!"