Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"I just want to kiss you ..." Zhao Jingting touched his head, and he felt a little confused afterwards. "I don't know what happened just now. I feel I must kiss you."

"I'm really sick! I'm not too sick!" Xie Lun glanced at him, turned and walked towards the pot post, taking a few steps. Folding it back again, Da Lala held Zhao Jingting's hand. He pulled him forward without looking back. "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Zhao Jingting seemed like an idiot and was taken away by Xie Lun. He looked at the hands that were tightly clasped together under the white moonlight. He opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't say anything, until Xie Lun was sitting at the greasy long table, he opened his mouth.

"Xie Lun. Will you steal my whole life?" Zhao Jingting said pitifully.

"Well! What else can you steal?" Xie Lun looked disgusted. While raising his hand to greet the shopkeeper of the pot paste shop, "Boss, half a catty lamb pot paste! Half a catty beef pot paste!"

"Okay! You are good, guest officer! This is it!" Turned around and went to work.

"I really don't have anything to steal?" Zhao Jingting gave birth to a sense of crisis. The old man with a big head yanked Xie Lun's sleeve. Whispered, "Allen. Look again, there must be something worth stealing from me. There must be ..."

"Which of yours isn't mine?" Xie Lun was amused by him. He grabbed the man's big hand and placed it on his thigh, looking at Zhao Jingting with a smile. "You are mine all by yourself. Where can you say that you stole yourself?"

Zhao Jingting Wu lost himself a bit: "Oh, really."

"Not necessarily," Xie Lun looked at Zhao Jingting indignantly, while pouting. "From now on, I will wash my hands out of the thief, but I have to start guarding the thief next to me. Any unscrupulous thief remembered you as a tortoise, humming. "

"Hey, hey," Zhao Jingting was happy again, and looked at Xie Lun with a look of his face, "Aren really think I'm Xiang Yan?"

"Zhao Jingting, do you want to be shameless? Wangpo doesn't have you like this!" Xie Lun was unambiguous, pushed away the obstructing old face, took the chopsticks, and pressed the pastry and fragrant lamb pot stickers, " That's what makes the sweet fragrant sweet! "

Tianding 2nd April 1st

Betty.

Lu Dilan, the wife of Bei Diyou, gave birth to the prince.

Betty.

Song House.

"Auntie, what are you doing?" Ke'er entered the storeroom with auspiciousness, and watched auspicious spin in the storeroom, full of curiosity, "Auntie, are you looking for something?"

"Yes, in a few days, waiting for your father to return to Beijing. Your aunt will go to the palace with your father to see Mrs. Right, so your aunt will prepare a congratulation." Jixiang said, looking through the treasury booklet in one hand, facing in one hand. Stock on the shelf.

Since Jixiang and her mother lived in Songfu, Song Tong explained to the housekeeper that he had handed over the keys of the treasury to Jixiang, and gradually let Jixiang take over the affairs of this family. What the family should do now falls into auspicious hands.

Song Tong has no intention of marrying another wife. He is an auspicious girl who is auspicious. He came to see him as his biological sister.

Although Song Tong was at home, he couldn't ignore the imperial life. He was ordered to go south to deal with spring drought half a month ago. His origin decided to provoke the burden of intersecting with Dali. He has always been in charge. This time Mu Yuante considered that he was taking a break. He had already sent other officials, but this year's spring drought was really bad. The officer had no experience at all. When he went to the place, he was blind. Don't send Song Tong again.