Junwei watched his hands itch. He practiced martial arts and talent and had never met his enemies. Never expected Meng Yanzhou to have more than himself. Mon Guo really taught his son to be so reckless, even if he hid a world of martial arts, who else would pay attention? At least he hasn't been paying attention to Meng Yanzhou for years, because his recklessness and impulse are not fake. As a result, Meng Yanzhou, while unable to expand the country's government, is not bullied. The wrist is really high!
Obstacles to identity cannot yet be exposed, Zhen Junwei can only look aside, mind counts waiting for him to reveal his identity, must seriously compare with Meng Yanzhou once more.
When Meng Yanzhou closed the knife, Junwei couldn't help clapping his hands and shouting, walked up and took his knife and looked to the right. The two men then stepped to the armory and talked enthusiastically about the variety of weapons above.
Zhou Wudi snapped his lips and made a gesture to Junwei, walking towards the courtyard of Mulberry Elm. The courtyard appeared very quiet because it was uninhabited, and two guards guarded the courtyard doorway. Zhou Wudi stopped, turned around to the back wall, and gently placed his toes on the wall wall wall. Three or two moments later, he slipped in silently.
The scent of clear plum blossoms poured out of his nose, very similar to that of the Palazzo della Bianca, and he beamed and suddenly had a feeling that his heart strings had been severely snapped. He walked intuitively through the hallway, bypassing the study, and walked to the front of a maid's room, where he stood for a long time before gently pushing open the door.
The room is very clean and can be seen cleaned every day, a soft sleepover is placed by the windows, the pattern is similar to that of the Palazzo Vista, the carved king bed is covered with soft mattresses, the colour is extremely bright, the colourful gauze bed is occasionally raised by a slight cold breeze passing by, swinging gently in the air, as if in a silent invitation. The room smells like flowers left by the owner, adding a warm finish to the cool air.
Zhou Wudi took a deep breath and pulled his heart a little hard. This is the smell that I've missed countless times since I woke up. His face was unconsciously tight, as if he was trying to conceal something, walking step by step toward the carved bed. Lifting the mantle, there was no one in it he was thinking toward. The dark eyelids were bright and slightly lost. He lay down on his bed and slowly closed his eyelids. Big head, the familiar fragrance was more intense, he opened his eyes, saw a scent bag left by the owner by the pillow, smiled, pinched it hard into the palm of his nose, and closed his eyes again with peace of mind.
He hasn't slept well for days without a mulberry hug, no mulberry aroma, no mulberry temperature. It reminds him of a time when he had just become a dog and had yet to meet a mulberry elm. I spend every day in panic, every time I close my eyes and pray to be able to return to my body, and every time I open my eyes I face a huge loss. The dog barks, the cat screams, the shame of his nose, the difficulty of swallowing dog food, he can't close his eyes every night, wandering on the edge of the collapse every day. If he hadn't met Mulberry Elm, he would have gone mad, let alone faced with the next series of blows and betrayals.
The first time I ate human food, the first time I wiped away the filth from my body, the first time I was softened by the whispers. At the Palace, he finally slept well and had the sweetest sleep of his life. That unparalleled sense of security was deeply embedded in the bone marrow, making him unforgettable.
Zhou Wudi fell asleep with a smile constantly pictured in his head. Two minutes later, a cough woke him up.
“Your Majesty, I thought you were coming back. I didn't expect you to fall asleep. How's it going, sleeping smell?” Junwei picked his eyebrows and stared at the incense bag he was holding in his hand, playing with the darkness of his heart: can you sleep by smelling the smell of a toffee? Is this not a dog sequelae?
“Sleep well. What time is it?” Zhou Wudi naturally put the incense bag in his arms, his dark eyes were very clear, and none of them had just woken up.
“Almost there, the Duchess went to Yongan Hou Fu and is on her way back. She doesn't like me hanging out with Meng Yanzhou, but she won't give us a good look. Let's just say goodbye.” Zhen Junwei pushed the door out, familiarizing himself with the way around the back wall.
“Then let's go, next time I'll bring Mulberry Elm back to save the family.” Zhou Wudi smoothed the folds of his coat and clothes and heard that nobody was behind the wall, and his toes jumped over gently.
Junwei Smoked the corner of his mouth and followed closely. The two walked halfway to meet Meng Yanzhou, who came looking for them, and used the pretext of getting lost to spread the big fool over the past, and hurried to say goodbye.
Back in the courtyard, Inge Yan Yan swallowed a bunch of bees in the yard to greet them, surrounded Zhou Junwei regiment to pull right, instead left Zhou Wudi aside. The nose is filled with all sorts of pungent fat powder. The smell of mulberry elm that is not easily contaminated is in danger of being flushed. Zhou Wudi's face is very dull. There are too many women. Before, and now with mulberry elms, he realizes how satisfying it is to be filled with one person and no longer be able to accommodate others.
“You bastards, let Donlei go!” Little peach red wind and fire seemed to squeeze in unruly, in fact, very skillfully to set these women apart and save the leader of the water fire.
“Little Peach!” Zhou Junwei's tears flooded. He hugged Xiao Peach Red and gave her a big kiss. Under her escort, he took Zhou Wudi with him to highlight his surroundings and return to his yard.