Chapter 463: Prime Minister Qing Noble Daughter + Wife Emperor Man

Bring Musha with you. She ordered.

After a while, a man in a plain white robe was pushed in, his long black hair scattered over his shoulders, his phoenix eyes and starry eyes, his body was like a jade tree, and there was no trace of distraction in his eyes.

The whole person exudes a melancholy temperament, which seems to blur the boundaries between men and women.

"How? Superb, right? Princess Fulu looked at Li Jinjin as if she was invited: "Originally, I was reluctant to give him to you, but when I saw Qiao Yuanxi that day, the rest of the men became vulgar fans..."

Mu Sha raised his eyes to stare at Li Jinjin, there was only eternal indifference in his eyes, and he didn't seem to care about the situation he was in.

"I really don't need..." Before she could refuse, the princess couldn't wait, she waved her hand again and again: "Let you go for a few days, I have to go and see how Qiao Yuanxi is." ”

Is this the power of love? Li Jinjin helped her forehead, wishing her good luck.

"You... Where are you from? Li Jinjin wanted to ask Mu Sha about his origins, so that he could send him home, and the beautiful man followed the beauty, but she couldn't bear it.

"I can't remember." Musha's voice was low and soft, and it was extremely beautiful.

"And what are your plans?" What does it mean to not remember? Amnesia?

"Since the princess sent me here, I hope the county lord can give me a place to stay."

"Do you have amnesia, or do you?" If you want to live with her, you still have to ask.

"I want to have a drink, I don't know if the county lord likes to drink, we can drink together." Musha took a step forward.

His every move, no place is not beautiful, Li Jinjin nodded blankly: "Please inside." ”

Under the eaves, the princess's wine table was still in place, and two wine glasses and a pot of wine were placed on the table.

Li Jingang was about to clean up, but Mu Sha stopped in front of her: "How can you let the county take the initiative." ”

A separate courtyard, there is a small pond in the middle of the yard, which has just been replaced with new water, and there is a rockery standing next to the pond, and there is a mountain pavilion hidden behind the mountain.

"It's a little windy outside, let's go to the room." Musha picked up the glass and flask and walked into the room.

The princess seems to have sent a lot of things here, too. Li Jinjin followed him inside.

A large rhubarb pear arhat couch with a low table in the middle. There is a picture hanging behind him.

On the bogu shelf against the wall are antique bottles and cans, although the details are not in place, but they are barely usable.

The room was a little cold, Li Jinjin shivered, and his mind moved, the princess took a bath here just now, and there must be heating facilities.

"Wait a minute, the county lord, I'll take a look." Mu Sha seemed to have read Li Jinjin's thoughts.

He turned and went out, and in a few moments he brought a brazier and placed it in a ventilated place.

"It's better than nothing, the county lord drinks a glass of wine to warm up." He took the cleaned porcelain cup and poured the wine.

The aroma of wine is overflowing, and there is a faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air, which is the special smell of immortal drunkenness.

"Drink it." Li Jinjin waved his hand: "I'm afraid of getting drunk." ”

Mu Sha did not persuade him to drink, but poured one cup and drank it all in one go, and poured three more glasses in succession.

After drinking until his face was red, he put down the wine glass, his eyes flowed, and there were thousands of styles.

"What does the county lord want to ask?" He reclined on the Luohan couch.

"Who are you sacred?"

"I want to know more than you do." Mu Shaxiu frowned slightly: "I only remember that someone gave me to the princess, and then the princess let me live in a courtyard, until today she said that she would give me away." ”

"And what are your plans?" It's okay to raise an idler, but it's still a bit inappropriate to raise an idler who doesn't know where to come.