Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"This spicy sausage is really delicious. It is said that Zhou Ran made it with his own hands. Alas, I really can't imagine what it was like to rob the heroes who robbed the horses and wash their hands to make soup."

"Don't treat sister Zhou Ran like mother-in-law, she also cooks before, I have eaten many times, and she has done spicy sausages before," Xie Lun also chopsticks and spicy sausages, He nodded and said, "Yes, that's the taste. I have always liked the spicy sausage made by Sister Zhou Ran. Especially when I eat rice, I can eat three large bowls of white rice without using it."

"Then you have to thank Yongzhan." Zhao Jingting looked up at Xie Lun.

Shelen looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Jingting ticked his lips and squinted at Xie Lun with a smile. "You don't want to think about what Zhou Ran used to be, even if it wasn't yusasha, that would be the head tigress, would anyone have the blessing to eat it? She cooks well? If you weren't Yongzhan's little follower, you thought you would have this mouth-watering blessing? Oh, you're in the light of others.

Xie Lun's eyes widened suddenly: "You mean ... Sister Zhou Ran used to like generals ?!"

Zhao Jingting shook his head with a smile and looked at the little idiot with the eyes of the idiot: "I thought only Zhan Zhan didn't know it, so you little idiot didn't know it."

Before Xie Lun came out of shock, facing the plate of splendid spicy intestines, he said quietly for a long time: "At that time, my eyes couldn't wait to stick to you. Where can I take care of others?"

Zhao Jingting's smile instantly solidified on his face. He always knew that Xie Lun liked him, and he liked it for a long time, but Xie Lun never said it. It was the first time to say so straightforwardly.

For a moment, Zhao Jingting was a little overwhelmed. He was sweet, sour and vinegared, with a bit of bitterness. It can be said that various tastes came to his heart, but he couldn't find anything for a while.

"How? You feel like an idiot?" Xie Lun gave Zhao Jingting a disgusting glance.

Zhao Jingting nodded slightly, and held Xie Lun's hand while he said, "Yes, I am such an idiot, I have failed you for so many years."

"So we two idiots don't want to abandon anyone, but it's half a catty," Xie Lun grinned broadly, digging a spoon of golden thick butter honey into Zhao Jingting's mouth, and arrogantly rushed to the man Yang chin, "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet." Zhao Jingting swallowed the hot honey and laughed.

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Mu Nanshan returned to his own courtyard, instead of making up for the cage as he said, but pulled out the sabre around his waist, a shadow of lightsaber.

The Beidi people learned more swords and less swords, but since his childhood, he likes swords better than swords, so he has been learning swords. After Cullen, he followed Xie Lun to learn swords. A tie with Shelen was, of course, when Shelen didn't have to do light work.

He likes sword dancing very much. When he dances, he always devotes and concentrates on it. It seems that he and the sword in his hand are left between heaven and earth. He likes and enjoys this kind of concentration and loneliness, but it is obvious. He was absent-minded today, and when the third sword landed, he finally stopped.

He bent down and picked up the sword, took out the parchment and carefully wiped the sword body, silently inserted the sword back into the scabbard, and then turned into the study.

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