Datang broom star

There is no way, Xincheng is urging.

The weather is hot, and the renovation project of the backyard of the new city has also ended, which is quite quiet.

That clump of pruning bamboo stands tall and graceful, with wooden stools beside it, which turned out to be the color of logs.

"sit."

The two sat facing each other, Xincheng lowered his eyes slightly, "The emperor asked me if I want to go to Jiucheng Palace"

Jia Pingan said: "Jiucheng Palace is not bad, it is quiet and a good place to escape the summer heat."

Did he expect me to go?

Xincheng whispered: "I thought there were too many people, so I didn't go."

"That's right! There are a large group of soldiers, palace and military officials."

Jia Pingan put his hands on the table casually, looked at Xincheng's hands, "Hey! Your hands are like this?"

Xincheng's hands are quite white and tender, still like the kind that can reflect light, and when you take a closer look, you will find that they are white and rosy.

"Cough cough!"

Huang Shu coughed dryly on the side.

Xincheng shyly took his hand back, "They said Ah Fu almost lost it?"

"No, Ah Fu is looking for his wife, and he will come back when he finds her."

That ruthless little bastard ran away after pulling it out, without saying anything about bringing the lady back.

"I thought I could have another iron-eating beast in my family, hey!"

Xincheng covered his mouth and chuckled, "I'm afraid there will be no peace in your home."

"Yes!"

Jia Pingan felt a headache just thinking about it.

"If that iron-eating beast comes, give it to me. I will raise it."

Xincheng raised his eyes, and there were more waves in his eyes, which were quite moving.

"Okay!"

Jia Pingan thinks this is a good thing.

"It's enough to get together a few times a year."

Xiao Jia seemed a little careless.

The heart of Xincheng felt.

Jia Pingan raised his head, "Xincheng, do you know about the gentry?"

For the gentry, what Jia Ping'an knows is the skin, and if he wants to understand the flesh and blood of the gentry, he has to ask the natives.

Xincheng nodded, "I know a little bit. The gentry rely on the knowledge of the world, and the family has a lot of money and food. In addition, they are connected with each other, so the dynasties and dynasties cannot shake them."

"How's their temperament?"

Jia Ping'an always felt a little cloudy.

Xincheng smiled and said: "The late emperor hoped to marry the gentry, but the gentry dismissed it. What kind of temper do you think they are?"

"They thought they were gods!"

"Correct."

Jia Pingan understood something.

"What would the gods and gods think?"

This kind of mentality!

He was frowning in thought, and there were slight fine lines between his brows, but he didn't notice it.

Xincheng looked at him and tilted his head forward slightly, "Xiao Jia, but the way you look at them is not a god?"

what!

Jia Pingan raised his head, just in time to meet Xincheng's bright eyes.

"Have it?"

He really didn't notice.

Xincheng nodded, "Last time when you looked at the son-in-law at my place, your eyes were like gods looking down on mortals."

Chang Sun Quan?

Jia Pingan remembered.

At that time, Xincheng invited him here to discuss matters, and Changsun Quan just asked to see him. After the two met, Changsun Quan was arrogant and Jia Pingan

"Did you read it wrong?"

"Absolutely not."

Xincheng is firm.

Jia Pingan was a little embarrassed, and teased: "Then you must have been staring at me then."

It was quiet for a moment.

Huang Shu wanted to be angry.

Did you say that?

What is a princess staring at you!

Are you handsome?

Xincheng lowered his eyes, and Jia Pingan regretted it, "I have no intentions, so why don't you make amends?"

He felt that there was a high probability that Xincheng would alienate him for a while.

Xincheng looked up, "Okay!"