"Eh, Brother Jiu, why have I never seen a woman next to you?"

"Do you have a sweetheart? When will I be able to see my sister-in-law? ”

Han Tingjun didn't expect her to ask this suddenly, so she couldn't help but be stunned, and then smiled.

"Over the years, I've been wandering around and living in a fixed place, and I haven't had much chance to meet women."

Qiao Jinyu blinked, "There are a lot of officials in the DPRK and China, there should be girls in those ministers' families who have not yet left the cabinet, right?" Didn't Brother Jiu meet the one he was excited about? ”

"Not yet." Han Tingjun frowned calmly, "However, the matter of fate cannot be forced, I think about it, it is my fate that has not yet arrived." ”

Qiao Jinyu was secretly speechless.

I didn't expect her ninth brother to treat feelings so Buddhist.

However, a person as good as her ninth brother should have a girl as good as him to match him.

It's a pity that she doesn't know anyone, otherwise she would have introduced him to him and become a matchmaker.

Qiao Jinyu chatted with Han Tingjun for a while, and the chess game between Han Chengjin and Zhao Kuo over there also had a result.

"Your Majesty, you have won."

Zhao Kuo put down the chess pieces in his hand with a comfortable expression, and was not embarrassed at all because he lost the chess game.

Han Chengjin stroked his beard lightly, his face was full of joy after winning the game, and he couldn't hide his appreciation for Zhao Kuo.

"You are usually busy with military affairs and don't have much leisure to learn Go, so it's not easy to have such chess skills."

"It's a little late today, otherwise I'm going to have another game with you and Jun'er."

Zhao Kuo saw the tiredness between Hancheng Jin's eyebrows, and said: "The coming day is long, and the hour is not early, Your Majesty might as well rest early." ”

Han Chengjin nodded, "It's really a little tired, I will go back to the room to rest first, you and Jun'er can have another game and have a good game of chess." ”

Han Cheng Jin stood up after speaking, and the three of them hurriedly got up to send them off.

Gonggong Tao, who was waiting at the door, waited for Han Chengjin to go out, and then followed behind Hancheng Jin, and suddenly only Qiao Jinyu was left in the room.

Zhao Kuo and Han Tingjun seemed to be very interested, and after the two glanced at each other, they really sat down in front of the chessboard, and after putting away the chess pieces, they started a new round of play.

The two of them went straight down into the dead of night.

After Qiao Jinyu was sleepy, she went back to her room to sleep first, and did not guard Zhao Kuo.

The next day, when Qiao Jinyu woke up, her side was empty.

If it weren't for the residual warmth on her side, she would have wondered if Zhao Kuo hadn't returned overnight.

She dressed herself neatly, and found green beads and red plums to bring hot water to wash her face, and then she came to the deck.

The boat has already driven to the middle of Tianze Lake.

Overhead, the sky is as blue as a wash, reflecting the mirror-like surface of the lake, and the blue sky and the lake seem to merge into one with each other.

Han Cheng Jin and Zhao Kuo were fishing again, and the buckets on the sides of several people were filled with a lot of fish, and it seemed that several people had been up for a while.

Qiao Jinyu came to Zhao Kuo's side, and after greeting Han Chengjin and Han Tingjun, she looked down at the fish in his bucket.

"Huh!" Just as the fish bit the hook, Zhao Kuo retracted the fishing line and quickly threw another fish into the bucket.

Qiao Jinyu: "......"

It's so unscientific!

Why can even her general catch so many fish, but she can't catch them?

As if sensing the injustice in her heart, Zhao Kuo looked up at her.

"You're coming?"

The meaning was obvious, if she wanted to fish, he would give her the rod.

Qiao Jinyu shook her head and sat down next to her very interestingly.

"Let's catch it."

Fishing again, she is afraid that she will not be able to withstand the cruel blow of reality.