The little tiger was still lying on the table with his eyes squinted, with his tail swinging one after another.
Small and harmless things are pitiful no matter how you look at them, without knowing that someone around them has cruelly predicted its fate with a few words.
Ling Miaomiao moved her compassion and snore on the soft hair on her neck. The disturbed little tiger twisted her head and opened her mouth on the back of her hand, like a baby.
Miao Miao dexterously avoided.
The inner supervisor was still a little unwilling to give up, accompanied by a smiling face: "Look how well-behaved it is-there is Lin Yuan in the palace. In fact, it does not need to die when it grows up. There will be someone to tame it..."
Mu Sheng suddenly laughed and interrupted: " Tigers were like cats when they were young. People just look at it strangely and don't really raise them as cats. I don't like them either. It seems that the father-in-law has gone for nothing."
"That...what a pity." He hesitated a little with a smile, but soon found the step down, "The concubine empress has asked, if you don't want it, our family will send it to Emperor Duanyang."
"Thank you, father-in-law." Father
Xu showed a very friendly attitude. Laughing, picking up the small dumpling on the table that was sleeping dimly, squinting at the two nodded, and left with small steps.
Mu Sheng stood where he was watching him leave. Outside the white shirt, the robes he put on were half dragged on the ground, as if someone's spoiled little boy just woke up in Chaos, with a perfunctory smile still on his face. The gaze does not contain a trace of temperature.
After a long time, he turned around and walked slowly back to the bed: "You are not soft-hearted at all."
Ling Miaomiao didn't care: "Do you think the concubine who saved him is soft-hearted? Killing a mother and seizing her son is not compassion, but cruel."
Mu Sheng's steps suddenly stopped, his temple seemed to explode, and a wave of twisted pain suddenly hit his head. However, it was only a moment, before anyone could identify the source, it was like a wave that faded away.
He slowly sat down on the bed, pulled off the quilt, and lay down, turning his head to stare at Ling Miaomiao's side face with fine fluff.
She is as innocent and vulgar as all the young girls in the world, and her life is like a grass. But she is not the same, every move follows a certain obstinate law.
She can constantly change her action posture, constantly greedy life and fear to compromise, but he vaguely realizes that those compromises are just appearances, and she will never lose her way.
Ling Miaomiao is a mollusk, dead but not stiff, unlike him.
"Is there any difference between a tiger and a cat? Isn't it enough to please people?" Where did
her confidence come from ? He couldn't help but test.
The weather was very hot, and the dungeon walked very slowly. Ling Miaomiao couldn't help restraining her rising anger: Hei Lianhua always changed her way to discuss life with her, often in the form of muzzling riddles.
She thought about it carefully, and replied: "Happiness is the easiest thing in the world to be satisfied, but sincere liking is not. You really like cats, you should like it because it can be held in your arms. not completely attached to the main character, so you have to be willing pet pet it; if you like the tiger, it is like it is cruel and wild, even if it is swallowed bite, you will not complain. " "
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