"I just really want to kiss you..." Zhao Jingting touched his head and felt a little confused, "I don't know why just now, I felt that I had to kiss you."
"You're really sick! You're still very sick!" Xie Lun rolled his eyes at him, turned around and walked towards the pot sticker stall. After walking a few steps, he turned back and held Zhao Jingting's hand. Pulling him forward without looking back, "Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Zhao Jingting seemed to be an idiot as he was pulled away by Xie Lun. He looked at the hands of the two of them tightly intertwined under the bright white moonlight. He opened and closed his mouth for a long time but could not say anything until he was thanked. Lun sat down in front of the greasy long table before he spoke.
"Xie Lun, can you steal from me for the rest of your life?" Zhao Jingting said pitifully.
"Bah! What else can you steal?" Xie Lun looked disgusted and raised his hand to greet the shopkeeper of the pot sticker shop, "Boss, half a catty of mutton pot stickers! Half a catty of beef pot stickers!"
"Okay! Sir, please lift it up! That's it!" The shopkeeper agreed with a smile and turned around to go to work.
"Is there really nothing left to steal from me?" Zhao Jingting suddenly felt a sense of crisis. The tall old man pulled Xie Lun's sleeve and whispered, "Alan, look again. There must be something worth stealing from me, there must be something..."
"What's on your body that doesn't belong to me?" Xie Lun was amused by him. He grabbed the man's big hand and put it on his thigh, while looking at Zhao Jingting with a smile, "You are all mine, how can you steal it yourself?" own statement.”
Zhao Jingting felt a little disappointed: "Oh, it's true."
"That's not necessarily the case," Xie Lun looked at Zhao Jingting inscrutably and said with a curl of his lips, "From now on, I will wash my hands and fade out of the world of thieves, but I have to start guarding against other thieves. Is there any blind little thief who is thinking about this sweetheart like you, hehehehe."
"Hey hey hey," Zhao Jingting was happy again. He leaned over to ask Xie Lun with a shy face, "Alan really thinks I'm a hottie?"
"Zhao Jingting, do you want to be shameless? No grandma Wang is like you!" Xie Lun was not ambiguous at all. He pushed away this unsightly old face, took the chopsticks and lit the crispy and fragrant mutton pot stickers in front of him, " This is what everyone loves!”
The first day of April in the second year of Tianding
Beidi.
Lu Minglan, the right wife of Beidi, gave birth to a prince.
Beidi.
Song Mansion.
"Little aunt, what are you doing?" Ke'er followed Jixiang into the warehouse and watched Jixiang spinning around in the warehouse, full of curiosity, "little aunt, are you looking for something?"
"Yes, your father will return to the capital in a few days. My aunt will go to the palace with your father to pay homage to Madam Right, so my aunt will prepare a congratulatory gift." Ji Xiang said, flipping through the treasury's accounting book with one hand and facing it with the other. Inventory on the shelf.
After Jixiang and her mother settled in the Song Mansion, Song Tong asked the housekeeper to hand over the keys to the treasury to Jixiang. At the same time, he gradually let Jixiang take over the family's affairs, which was all Mrs. Song's fault in the past. What he should do now falls into Jixiang's hands.
Song Tong had no intention of marrying again. He regarded Ji Xiang as his adopted sister as his biological sister.
Although Song Tong was sleeping at home, he could not ignore the emperor's order. He was ordered to go south to cure the spring drought half a month ago. His origin determined that he would shoulder the burden of interacting with Dali, so Beidi and Dali often cooperated to cure the spring drought. He has always been in charge. This time Mu Yuante considered that he was in Xiumu and had originally sent other officials there. However, the spring drought this year was really severe and the officials had no experience at all. No, Song Tong was sent there again.