Chapter 317 Reviews For 317.

Ji Muqing's chicks just put the scene into the eyes.

The King and the King?

When is it related?

A look at the girl’s face!

Then he returned to the garden.

Ji Muqing just sat in front of the mirror, to the face without a bit of blush, the whole face, not a moment red into a monkey's ass, and holding a comb with a thick heart to comb the hair.

Since he was sent out of the palace, Ji Muqing did not go out of his own yard, except for his own close-in tidril, she did not see anyone.

The red and swollen image of the body also faded early.

Now, it's totally okay!

But she still pretended to be sick in the yard, waiting for Xiao fei to fulfill her promise!

She came up and told her what she had just seen.

The movement of Ji Muqing's hand stopped, and the comb was thrown hard on the table.

Gollum!

He said, “I didn’t expect her ambition to be strong enough to seduce the king?”

“Miss, Miss, this is trying to climb up!”Attached,

“By her?Without her own strength, her father has given her a great honor to the Shen family, and she still hopes to become the princess of Rong?”

A look of contempt!

And Cai Lan also looked disdainful: "Slaves and slaves do not seem to like the second lady, not very enthusiastic about her, but the second lady, non-stop dedication."

Oh, hey!

The anger of Ji Muqing does not know where to fight?

In any case, if Ji Wanxin or Ji Yunshu married a beggar, it would be exactly what she wanted.

Arguably, Ji Muqing should run to find Ji Wanxin at this time, and then humiliate her with a harsh way, but now, she has no energy to manage these things.

The prince died, she was very happy, after all, he did not have the opportunity to marry him, so Jinghua died.

It won’t be long before she can marry her and become a princess.

And it means that the future will become a prince, and in the end, will you not be a princess!

When I think about it, Ji Muqing is in a good mood.

Then he turned to Cailan and said, "Yes, if anyone from the royal palace comes these days, tell Miss Ben at once."

“Yes.”

The lanyard should go down.

"As for Ji Wanxin and Ji Yunshu, when Miss Ben becomes a princess, there is time to clean up."High up!

Listen to it, something is wrong!

Without holding back, he asked, “Miss, this prince is dead, how do you sit in the position of the princess?”

In exchange, it was Ji Muqing's fierce cold eyes, and asked, "Do you say it again?"

“Slaves are...”

Oh yeah!

The words were not finished, and Ji Muqing raised his hand and slapped it down.

Cai Lan then fell to his knees and quickly begged for forgiveness: "The slave and the slave know wrong, and ask the young lady to go around the slave and the slave."

“Hm!”Ji Muqing glared at her, carrying her chin, overbearing, and arrogantly said: "Even if the prince is dead, the emperor will re-establish the prince, Miss Ben is still a princess, this position, no one can steal away, you listen to me, the princess only one person, that is me."

"Yes, the slave knows."

This time, Ji Muqing waved his hand viciously, let Cailan go out, and he sat down to continue to dress up.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, I am really happy.

It just seems like nothing happened!

A woman’s heart is a sea-dip needle.

...

After leaving the general's house, he went to Zhuxi Garden.

Ji Yunshu looked at the bone portrait, and stayed in the house all day, and if the girls had not reminded her that it was dark, she would not even look out.

At the table, there are a lot of white papers.

All the above are her paintings, everything, others do not understand...

She twisted her neck, put down the matter on her hand, washed her hands, and after finishing dinner, she just left the yard and saw the scenery pacing.

I saw his mouth laughing, a complete string of doors.

“I eat it?”The scene asked.

“Oh.”

“What to eat?”

"Bau's folding belly!

“Drinking what?”

“Cold off.”

One question and one answer.

It was as if two neighbors met and greeted each other.

Just say, “Eat and drink!”

Ji Yunshu rolled a white cloth in his hand, went to a tree in the yard, tiptoed his tiptoe, and labored to hang the white cloth in his hand.

She was confused and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Clearance!”

“What?”

“The day of the worship of the relatives.”

Nor did the answer.

In fact, Ji Yunshu does not understand why there is no Qingming Festival in the morning, only the annual sacrifice, but also the day of the New Year's Day.

Precisely because there is no Qingming Festival, so Ji Yunshu will tie a white strip in the big tree of his yard.

As a memorial to the grave!

The scene took the first few steps, took the white stripe in her hand, and easily tied it to the branches.

He said, “Clearness?Why hasn’t the king heard of it?Is there such a holiday?”

“Every year, today, we go home and sweep the graves of our relatives as a memorial, and hang some white notes and burn some incense.”

“The annual festival?”

"No!But it's pretty much the same."

The white strip was tied, and Jingrong clapped her hands and asked her, “So, are you going to pay tribute to your third brother or your grandmother?”

“My mother.”

Ji Yunshu looked at the slightly shaking white stripe, with thoughts in his eyes.

He asked, “Have you seen your mother?”

She shook her head: "No, as soon as I was born, my mother died, my father said, when my mother died, holding me tightly, I can only see her picture, grace ... is the picture."

Of course, the mother who is in the modern day, not here.

After listening, he wringed his eyebrows with pain, tightly held her hand, and ten fingers clasped tightly.

And then -

He looked at the white strip in front of him and said seriously, "Mrs. Ji, I promise that in this life, I will always be with Yun Shu, will take care of her, protect her, will not let her be wronged and hurt, if you have a spirit in heaven, please bless us, no matter how difficult the road ahead, you can pass one by one."

He looked at him and listened to him.

Really, very touching!

The corner of Ji Yunshu's mouth overflowed with a faint smile and jumped into his comfortable arms.

The chin of the scene gently reached her head, gently calling.

“Cloudshu."

“Well?”

The view ends, and ultimately—

Shaking his head: “It’s okay, just just holding you quietly enough.”"

He hugged her tighter!

That night, the scenery did not return to the royal palace, stayed down, but also to play a trip to Ji Yunshu's bed.

He said, “Comfortable!”

Ji Yun Shu squinted at him: "You hurry to rest, it is very late."

“Oh.”With that, the scene tugged at the quilt, turned to himself for a roll, and occupied the bed of Ji Yunshu.

I want you to go back to your house!