Quick Transmigration: Don't Be Slag

Just after Jing Mu stepped down from the stage, the two foreigners put down their teacups and followed suit.

Jing Mu returned to the room, frowned, and took off the hair flower.

Some absent-mindedly thought about the prince whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

With slender hands, she picked off the red head flower on the top of her head. The contrast between red and white is extremely alluring.

A loud voice came from outside the door:

"You can't go in! Mr. Jingmu is resting!"

"Why? Wo just greeted him with fuel consumption!"

After a while, the boss looked at the few people, and the foreigner looked at the boss with a smiling face, but there was no smile in his eyes, the boss didn't dare to refuse, so he had to say to the few people: "Wait a minute, I will tell him. "

The foreigner took a step back politely, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation. The boss was a little angry and knocked on the door.

Hearing the sound, Jing Mu went to the door and opened it, and saw several people outside the room.

"Master, what's the matter?" Jing Mu asked with red lips slightly parted.

The boss was a little embarrassed to Jing Mu: "Boy Jing, this...they want to talk to you..."

Jing Mu raised his eyes and glanced at the two people, and asked, "What can you do for me, Your Excellency?"

Man... man!

In fact, the two foreigners were stunned when they made a sound. At first they thought it was a woman when they saw Jing Mu, but it turned out to be a man who looks better than a woman.

One of the foreigners looked at Xia Jingmu with strange eyes, and said with a smile: "The nest is called Musi, and I want to be friends with Ni!"

Jing Mu was very uncomfortable being stared at by the foreigner, and felt inexplicably disgusted with that person.

Jing Mu tightened his grip on the door frame, frowned and said, "I'm sorry, I'm just an opera singer."

The foreigner rubbed his hands together, and said maliciously, "Wo appreciates mud very much!"

The other foreigner looked at Jing Mu and licked his lips, his eyes looked lewd, and something seemed wrong.

Jing Mu suppressed his disgust, and said coldly, "I'm sorry, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."

Then he closed the door and shut the two of them out. Jing Mu has always been a willful person, and he acted according to his own temperament.

Jing Mu left directly through the back door, and the two foreigners could only return in resentment.

As soon as Jing Mu came home, the servant girl brought a letter, and excitedly waved her hand to Jing Mu and said, "Master Jing, Mr. Jing, the general has sent you a letter!"

Jing Mu's eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly, got the letter, and asked, "Would you like to bring the letter?"

The servant girl smiled and said, "It's Lord Ji, he sent it specially."

Jing Mu nodded, thinking: Can I also give the reply to Ji Quan, let him give it to the prince...

Opening the letter, the content of the letter was very regular at the beginning, but gradually became boring and crooked after the end.

For example: if you don't see each other in a day, it's like three autumns.

What else is going to sleep without hugging you every day, I can't sleep well...

Have you eaten well, slept well, and so on.

After watching the mirror, Mu was a little dumbfounded.

But I still wrote a letter back, the content of the letter is roughly: I have a good meal and sleep, you must pay attention to safety, and also...

In the end, I couldn't help but write a sentence: I miss you so much.

After finishing writing, wrap up the envelope and give it to Ji Quan later, and ask him to take it to Lu Cheng.

The yellow sand was flying on the battlefield, and Lu Cheng was holding a map in the camp to study the opening of the battle.

With his fingertips, Lu Cheng taps the area on the map that is very close to the mountain.

The lieutenant-general beside him looked at Lu Cheng, and asked in confusion, "General, we have already beaten them out of the border, and someone has already returned to report the victory to the emperor."

Lu Cheng's black eyes were full of thick ink, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

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