A heavy voice asked Zhaoyang in a low voice: "Do you still want it?"

Zhaoyang smacked his lips and said, "I'll call you when I want it later, wait."

At that time, Su Xian was sitting on the other seat and witnessing the person next to the soft couch gently put her down. She thought to herself that she was quite good at using people and was not embarrassed at all.

As a result, Zhaoyang accidentally touched the hand when he was lying down, and then touched it twice again, Xunxunran said, "My cousin, why are your hands so big?"

The person beside the bed looked back at Su Xian.

Su Xian replied lightly: "A man is a little older."

Zhaoyang murmured, "Yes, you have grown up and are no longer the soft and glutinous dumplings you used to be."

She was a little disappointed and wanted to squeeze her cousin's tender face again.

She still misses the soft, tender and easy-to-knit touch.

She was confused and really stretched out her claws and touched them up.

I touched a face, but it was very different from the touch of her cousin in her memory. It was not soft at all, with clear edges and angularity, and it was a bit stubborn.

Zhaoyang couldn't help but touched it for a while and felt it. It was a good thing, it was indeed a thrust.

The face didn't move, and she let her touch his chin.

Zhaoyang said in surprise with a strong nasal voice: "Cousin, are you stubble?"

Su Xian replied casually: "Of course a man must be tall."

Zhaoyang doubted: "Do you grow up so early? You seem to be only thirteen years old..." Su Xian chatted with her leisurely: "Why can't you not be so early?"

Zhaoyang: "Then you are so precocious. I didn't even see it in the hall just now."

Su Xian said: "You didn't look at it seriously."

Zhaoyang: "Tsk tsk, a thirteen-year-old child looks so old."

Su Xian: "You still know."

Zhaoyang said lazily: "So men still have to trim their edges frequently, otherwise they will be too sloppy.

Your cousin, oh no, your former cousin is like this. If you don’t repair it for a few days, you will grow stubble. Don’t learn from him to grow so vigorously in the future.”

Su Xian leaned on the back of the seat, and there was another hint of interest in the faint expression on his face. He looked at the figure of the person beside the couch and paused, saying, "Do you become your former uncle so soon?"

Zhaoyang murmured, “Will you keep it for the New Year?

The Chinese New Year is still so far away, I can't keep it..."                                                       

My eyelids are very heavy, and I never open my eyes to take a look.

After she was calm, her face was tilted on the soft pillow, her cheeks were red under the light, her forehead was smooth, and her skin was very warm, fragrant and soft.

I don’t know if [new    www.xsbiquge.info] she had a bad dream, her brows were frowning, and there was a slight moisture in her eye sockets.

The slightly rough fingertips stretched out and took off the wetness.

Zhaoyang had just slept for a while and was still half asleep and half awake. She began to feel restless again, tossing and turning left and right, reaching out to pull her clothes.

The big hand held her little hand.

Zhaoyang started calling: "My cousin, I'm hot."

Su Xian found a free book in the side palace to read it, but he didn't raise his head and said, "The heart is calm and will naturally be cool."

Zhaoyang said: "Shut up, I'm hot now."

She had to take off her coat before she could feel comfortable.

I originally wanted to take off again, but my big hands stopped her and she was not allowed to take off again. She just wanted to tie her hands up with her belt.

But soon, Zhaoyang felt much more comfortable.

Because someone wiped her with a warm wet veil beside the soft couch.

After wiping, I felt cool all over.

Her clothes were slightly wide open, and her big hand was a little skillful in her technique, as if she was very familiar with her, and could comfort her well.

Zhaoyang hummed twice.

After he finished wiping meticulously, he tidied up her dress and folded her collars again.

Zhaoyang was a little dissatisfied and wanted to be cooler for a while, but his big hands were very tough, just to get it for her.

So the little hand held the big hand and twisted it for a while.

In the end, Zhaoyang couldn't twist it, and finally opened a gap in his eyes and looked at it dissatisfiedly.

I could see a tall figure sitting next to her soft couch, carrying a light on her back, and it was hazy and unreal.

Zhaoyang just felt a little familiar, and suddenly his nose felt sore and he murmured: "Anyway, I can only see you in my dreams, right?

You refuse to come when I am awake. Next time you don’t even come in your dreams, and I don’t want to see you anymore.”

After saying that, she turned her back to her.

After a while, Zhaoyang started calling again: "My cousin, I'm having a nightmare."

Su Xian: "..."                                                                                                                             

Su Xian: "What do you need?"

Zhaoyang said: "No, I'm just calling you."

I told you to agree, I am afraid of ghosts alone."

Su Xian: "There are no ghosts."

The side hall was quiet, and you could hear the lively atmosphere in the main hall.

At this moment, the dinner in the main hall was in full swing, and the court officials from both countries drank red, and they had already lie down.

Su Zhe and Shen Xian inevitably drank a few drinks.

The Emperor of Beixia didn't care about the scene and drank a lot. He got up and left the table to sober up.

To be honest, he couldn't stand the envoys who came to Da Chu for a long time. He knew that his court officials couldn't stand it either. In addition, the slandering between the two countries was not over yet, so everyone was holding their breath and waiting to vent.

So the Northern Xia Emperor gave them a slap in order not to be unable to perform.

So as soon as the Northern Xia Emperor left, the harmonious style that the court officials of the two countries struggled to maintain began to change.

I don’t know who started to argue first, and then when the alcohol came up, I started to curse loudly.

Of course, they were all wise men, and they scolded them quite appropriately, without any dirty words. At first they were insulted, but later they were pointing at the same time. Both sides of Wen Zou Zou were very angry when they heard it, so they pointed at the other party's nose and asked, "Who are you scolding?"

The other party replied: "What's wrong with scolding you?"

Then both parties had no need to be implicit and obscure, pointing directly at each other's face to curse, from cursing from limbs to facial features to seven orifices, it was really free of repetition and emerged one after another.

Shen Xian was shocked when she heard this.

Unexpectedly, the man's scolding face to face was so exciting, it was much more exciting and literary than a shrew's scolding.

King Mu persuaded him, and when he couldn't persuade him, he said to Shen Xian awkwardly: "Haha, I made Chu Jun laugh."

Shen Xian said carelessly: "A slap can't be sounded.

I’m afraid that everyone has been suffocated this time, so letting them vent their venting will also be beneficial to their physical and mental health.”

She can also listen to and learn more about how Sculptors scold people.

She also heard it very excitedly.

Chen Xian picked up Su Zhe's arm and said with a funny look: "Take any of them out to tell a story. With this spitting posture, will it blow up the entire street?"

Su Zhe said: "If we are tired, we will go back and rest."

Chen Xian said enthusiastically: "Don't know, listen to a group of people citing scriptures and cursing the world through ancient and modern times, which is also a different kind of fun."

King Mu really didn't know what to say, and just said, "Mr. Chu is really interesting."
Chapter completed!