Princess too Young, Prince too Old

Zhao Jingting carried Xie Lun's baggage and watched his little monkey jumping around in the courtyard, from front to back. From left to right, he flew from this gazebo to that cloister, strolled around the courtyard and ran to him in front of him. Frown with him: "Zhao Jingting, let's go to the town. Okay? I especially want to eat lamb pots! That's the place we ate last time! And their rabbit legs are also delicious!"

Zhao Jingting laughed absurdly: "Don't you say that you were tired of eating beef and mutton in Tubo? Why did you come back and blamed for a lamb pot?"

"Isn't this a dry food for more than a month outside? I want to eat meat now! Eat meat!" Xie Lun pulled Zhao Jingting without hesitation and was about to leave. He muttered, "Zhao Jingting, do you have to change your clothes before you go out?"

"No way now." Zhao Jingting patted his shoulder, and said softly, "I have to write a discount to the Beijing Master first. You go back to the backyard to wash and change clothes. When you're finished, I will have it here too. By then Going out. "

"Then you can only go to the night market." Xie Lun muttered as she looked at the glorious sky. Suddenly excited again. "The night market is better! More snacks! Hehe!"

"Okay, go wash and change clothes." Zhao Jingting especially liked his small appearance. At the moment, he kissed Xie Lun's forehead and urged him to wash and change clothes. Sheron promised to run towards the backyard.

When Xie Lun was grooming and changing clothes and came to the front yard study room, Zhao Jingting had just finished the memorial, and he also glanced over. He smiled and said to Zhao Jingting: "I hurried in a hurry, because I was afraid you didn't remember to come and appreciate our army of Coulomb. I didn't expect you to think about it, but I was worried."

"This month's drought has not been black or white. Our army of Coulomb is really hard, even if we both have a layer of skin? I have to take it to heart," Zhao Jingting said while covering Coulomb in the memorial. The general's big seal looked up at Xie Lun's moon-white brocade robe, and it was instantly bright. "Allen, I haven't seen you in casual clothes for almost a year."

"How? Did you find that I'm handsome and handsome again?" Xie Lun proudly turned around in front of Zhao Jingting, and seemed to feel embarrassed, pulling Zhao Jingting with a smile. Hand, said, "Don't you always stare at me?"

"It looks good on you," Zhao Jingting's eyes were about to stick to Xie Lun's body. "Why didn't you watch you go through this robe before? Is it new?"

"Well, it's new," Xie Lun said with a strange look on her face, pushing Zhao Jingting. "You can change too, hurry up. I'm hungry. I'll bring you your clothes."

"Okay." Zhao Jingting agreed in a hurry, and called the guard to take a memorial, and rushed to Beijing for six hundred lilies.

When Zhao Jingtingfu saw Xie Lun's clothes taken out of the parcel, he immediately stunned. He looked at the clothes and looked at Xie Lun sternly, but Xie Lun was ashamed, and his eyes did not know where to go. Looks good, Zhao Jingting feels that his old heart is about to pop out: "Allen ..."

"Hurry up for you! I'll wait for you outside ..." As soon as Xie Lun heard Zhao Jingting's voice and looked at Zhao Jingting's eyes, he knew what the old man had in mind, and when he was too busy to go out, he was taken by Zhao Jingting. She hugged it from behind. Shelen felt that his legs were a little soft. He was too busy to earn it. "Zhao Jingting! Don't do this! I'm really hungry! I'm so hungry!"