Chapter 1598

She met him on the fifth day of the wilderness!

Min Yuchen has five or six points of similarity, but his appearance is better. Although he sees it too few times, he is too impressed. It's like being engraved in his mind and can't be forgotten.

saw this face as like as two peas on the cloud, and he was just as proud as he was when he walked on the street today.

She wanted to rush over and ask him, don't you love the world? Why did you finally watch my aunt die, but didn't save her? Why didn't Xiao Jue be afraid of heaven and fight hard, but you could just stand by?

And why do you

Do you want to bet that I will sacrifice myself and die with him?

In your heart, the fifth thought is not important at all!

She wanted to ask too much, but she knew clearly in her heart that he was only emperor Jun now, and had no memory of Min Yuchen.

So can only be so resentful, unwilling to stare at him!

If a human being stares at him with accusing eyes, Dijun just glances at him faintly. Then for the second time, the third time, the fourth time, and now for the fifth time, Dijun can still be indifferent as if he didn't see it.

But the fairy beside Dijun can't see it any more. The voice of breaking cloud is not big enough to make the fifth Nian hear, "young master, the beggar takes out his eyes that want to strip your clothes and looks at you again!"

Beggar?

Fifth read the dismay of looking at broken cloud, hate can't pull out the ear, in order to determine whether they listen well?

Is he referring to himself as a beggar?

Looking down at his dress, the fifth thought suddenly choked, even panting hard.

She looks like a beggar now.

Emperor Jun's cold eyes light swept the fifth thought, as if looking at a decoration, without the slightest temperature, and then calmly took back his eyes.

Like him on the cloud that day, the fifth thought even breathed tightly, and his heart began to ache. His shaking hands clenched into fists, and his little white teeth were grinding.

As soon as po Yun saw his master like this, he was immediately overjoyed. His master's normal aesthetic concept was still there, which really relieved him.

If you compare Dijun with donghuangtaiyi, maybe others think that donghuangtaiyi is a moody and unpredictable God, but in his eyes, Dijun is the most unpredictable.

The second young master has at least some aesthetic ideas, but his own young master is really free. I still remember that a long time ago, the young master stared at a rooster with a kind of confused eyes, and said for a long time, "this rooster is very beautiful!"

Po Yun especially wants to ask the young master, that Rooster and other cocks fight each other. They are all losing their hair bucket. Where is it beautiful?

There was no difference between this beggar and that brave, angry bald rooster. Po Yun was afraid that when he died, he would say, "this beggar is very beautiful!" If it makes his hair stand on end.

That Rooster can still be raised in the henhouse, but where should the beggar be raised?

Broken cloud patted his chest, fortunately, Emperor Jun did not see the beggar in the eyes, it is really lucky in the misfortune.

The boy raised an eye to see emperor Jun, in the heart hit not easy to provoke of sign.

Don't want to also don't want to pull the hand of the fifth read, voice slightly beg, "let's go, OK? Aren't you hungry? "

Fifth Nian is soft hearted. She knows that human beings have no place in the ancient times. Naturally, she is afraid of those bigwigs who can't afford to offend and doesn't want to embarrass him. After all, at this time, she is not ready to face Dijun.

Can only sink face, let the boy pull her away.

Until he came to a stream in the suburb, the boy took out a steamed bread from his arms, broke a small piece from the side, and handed the big one to the fifth Nian, "I'm still small now, I don't eat much, here's the big one for you."

Fifth Nian blinked her eyes, a little moved, but also let her feel a little sad, let a six-year-old child to do this, most of them are not growing up in a difficult environment, or the parents' education is good.

She reached for the small piece of steamed bread and said, "I didn't sleep well today. I have no appetite. You can eat big one!"

The boy looked at the steamed bread in his hand, and then at the one in the hand of fifth Nian. He hesitated. Then he broke off a small piece of his steamed bread and stuffed it into the hand of fifth Nian. "If you have no appetite, you should eat more."

Whose child is this? It's so clever and sensible that it hurts.

Fifth Nian thinks that she can't be decadent any more. From today on, she has to work to earn money. Anyway, she has to have enough to eat every day!

I found a big leaf on one side and rolled it up for a cup.

She has been hungry for several days. How can she be satisfied with such a small amount of steamed bread? Let's find it on the water!

After they had a meal, the fifth thought couldn't accept the smell of his body, "I want to take a bath."The boy's face is red again, glad now his face is dirty, "you, you, you wash it! I, I'll show you, you, don't worry, I'll turn around. "

Fifth read did not change clothes, waved to the boy, "smelly boy, can you make a fire?"

He nodded, "yes!"

"Well, I'll take a bath first. After you make a fire, bake my laundry."

"Do you want to undress and wash?"

The fifth read indecent rolled a white eye, "who take a bath does not take off clothes?"? Don't tell me, you don't wash for a year without changing your clothes? "

"No, I do it once a month."

"How do you wash it?"

"Wear clothes and wash clothes."

"Isn't that all wet?"

The boy's water bright eyes are particularly vivid, "pick a sunny foot, and hot weather, wash clothes after a while dry."

The fifth thought was speechless. It was the most wonderful way to take a bath she had ever heard.

The branches were crackling with fire. The boy set up a shelf and listened to the murmur of the water beside the stream. There was a fifth thought humming an unknown tune in his ear. Suddenly, she turned red. She was still not a woman. How could a woman have no reserve at all.

He said he would take off his clothes and let him dry them. He bit his lip. The boy sighed. It seems that he can't marry her now.

Fifth, she washed her hair open. Fortunately, her hair care is good. Even if there is no shampoo, her hair is still so soft.

"Smelly boy, are you dressed well?"

"Er, Ma, it'll be ready in a minute." He reached out and took off the clothes on the shelf. There was still some heat on them. He didn't dare to look at the fifth thought in his underwear. He closed his eyes and handed it to her.

"I'm dressed." While changing clothes, she washed her underwear and decided to dry them by herself. Fortunately, people here have never seen modern underwear, so she won't be embarrassed.

The boy looked back and saw a fresh fifth thought.

Her face is clear and beautiful. Dai Mei has a touch of heroism. The most beautiful is her eyes, which are brighter than the stars. When they bend, they will melt the glaciers of all things in the world, making you feel that there is only warm melting left. She is very beautiful, not the beauty of amazing time, but the fresh and refined appearance that precipitates the years, but also allows you to see the calm engraved in the soul Elegant, even domineering.

"You, you look good!"

Fifth read the raise eyebrow of PA se, "that is, you also quickly wash your small face."

In fact, the boy didn't want to wash his face. After all, he was bullied by many people because of his face. Later, he became dirty, and no one paid too much attention to him.

But looking at her so pretty, I don't want to be so embarrassed.

Sitting by the stream, quietly washing his face, the fifth read attentively baked underwear, see that little guy is still washing, find a grass to hide, put on underwear.

After coming out, I found that the guy was still washing, "smelly boy, are you going to wash your bald face?"

"It's done." The boy turned his face.

Fifth read can't help but be shocked to see to the boy, the eye ground gushed up the glistening tears, excitedly call a way, "meaning ink?"

A gust of wind rushed in front of him, put "Yi Mo" in his arms, "Yi Mo, mother miss you!"

The boy blushed, "I'm not. My name is Yan Xiang."