"Sister Zhen Tao, you are so good-looking......"

In the small courtyard in the south of the city, Jiudao was sitting on a bench and said to Zhen Tao, who was embroidering something on the handkerchief. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Hmph, you little ghost, compared to Yunshu, it's much more slippery......" Zhen Tao still lowered her head and looked at the handkerchief, but when she heard Jiudao say this, her hand pinching the needle moved faster, flying back and forth around the handkerchief, and she almost couldn't see her fingers clearly.

Jiudao smiled and said, "This is the truth...... In terms of good-looking and smart, you are in my heart, and you can be ranked second!"

"Huh?" Zhen Tao put down his hand and asked, "Second, what about the first." ”

"The first is naturally my mother!" said Jiudao with his head held high.

"Oh~ You're a good boy!" Zhen Tao nodded, and asked again: "That...... How beautiful is your mother?"

"I haven't seen her...... Jiudao shook his head with a smile, Zhen Tao saw it, and there was more pity on his face.

"Hehe, but listen to my father's men...... She is a much better person than the Empress of Rouran!" Jiudao didn't show the slightest sadness, and still said happily.

Zhen Tao also cleaned up his mood and asked with a smile: "Even better than the Great Empress? I heard that Musa Shyal is the number one beauty in the world! Master Yuanhai once said that when their queue passed outside the palace in Ziyou City, the Great Empress stood on the palace wall. At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew off her veil...... Everyone who saw her face had nosebleeds!"

Speaking of this, Zhen Tao rolled his eyes, pinched his chin with one hand and said, "Think about it carefully, how Master Yuanhai talked about it...... At that time, he should have been among the nosebleeds!"

"Hmph...... The woman is not good-looking! Her face is like that of a cabbage gang, and her eyes are red, blue, and green...... It's not good-looking, it's not good-looking!"

Zhen Tao glared and said, "White is not good? I think white, can't it be white...... Aren't people all saying, 'The men and women of Western Xinjiang', how compatible!"

"Cut, that is, my father's men, always say that......" Nine Blades said disdainfully.

"Okay, then your mother, where are you from?" asked Zhen Tao.

Jiudao immediately changed his smug expression, "She was born in the Southern Bai Clan, and my grandfather is Bai Yuan, the patriarch of the Bai Clan!"

"Wow......" Zhen Tao sighed in surprise, "Then have you ever been to your mother's hometown?"

Jiudao shook his head regretfully and said, "I haven't been there yet...... It seems that my grandfather told my father that if the person surnamed He dared to step into the Bai family's fiefdom, he would cut ......us down."

"Poof......" Zhen Tao hurriedly covered his mouth and stopped the conversation.

"Well, my dad is a little too cowardly...... Jiudao said with his arms crossed and shook his head, "Every time I talk about going to my grandfather's, he immediately slips away......"

Zhen Tao glanced at him and said, "How can you say that? If your father is cowardly, there will be no more courageous person in the world...... That's an emotional thing, you know what a little kid knows. ”

"Little child?!" Nine Knife slanted his eyes and pointed at himself, "I'm eighteen years old! I already have no less than three hundred insect corpses hanging on my hand." Hmph, after arriving here, there are one, two, three...... Seven, eight, nine people ......"

"Okay...... Zhen Tao interrupted him with a wave of his hand and asked, "Look at the way you speak...... Did you learn it from your father?"

"Well...... Is there one?" Nine Blades thought about it for a while, then shook his head categorically, and said in thought: "Of course it's not ......"

"Oh, that's good, that's good. Zhen Tao put his mind at ease and whispered: "The king of war, it should be a lofty spirit, a righteous spirit, and a ......calm and stable demeanor."

Before she could finish speaking, Jiudao slapped his thigh and said loudly: "He! When he speaks, he brags so much that he can't speak! Come, I'll teach you, like this, he has a wine bowl-"

Jiudao raised one arm, pinched his hand to make a bowl, and gave a thumbs-up with the other hand, and continued in a strange manner: "I, He Chang'an! Upward, there are one, two, three...... Seven, eight, nine Supreme Beings......"

Zhen Tao Muran, and then covered his face with both hands.

"What's going on?" The next moment, Yan Li's voice sounded in the courtyard.

Zhen Tao raised his face from his hand, looked over with Jiudao, and saw Yan Li holding a book, and walked over curiously.

"Oh, Brother Yan Li, are you still reading?" asked Jiudao in surprise.

Yan Li was slightly surprised when he heard this, looked at his hand, and said, "Read...... Isn't that how it should be?"

"Practicing knives is better than studying!" replied Jiudao without thinking about it.

"This is not necessarily ......true," Yan Li heard him say this, moved a bench from the side and sat down, and said: "In my opinion, reading is like watching the scenery, walking on a strange road, increasing knowledge and secondary, and inside, like growing a soul, feeling the ...... that you have not experienced."

The more Yan Li spoke, the more fluent he became, and his face gradually became solemn and high-spirited, but he was unexpectedly pulled down his sleeve by Zhen Tao on the side, and couldn't help but stop.

"Again, your trick of bewitching children......" Zhen Tao said with white eyes.

"That'......s how it is," Yan Li smiled bitterly.

At this time, Jiudao suddenly interjected: "By the way, Brother Yan Li, it seems that there must be a lot of books in your house?"

"Somewhat. Yan Li said with a smile.

Nine Knife's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "Then do you have that copy of "The Tale of the Golden Scales"? My father once said that he likes this book the most, and even the Black King likes it too! But the one at my house seems to have been found and burned by my mother, do you have it here? Take it out and show it to me......

Looking at the nine knives more and more excitedly he said, and then looking at Zhen Tao with great interest, Yan Li's face slowly turned red.

"Ahem, I don't have this book here...... Yan Li choked and shook his head in reply.

"Yes, or ...... No?" Zhen Tao looked suspicious.

Yan Li tried his best to make his gaze more sincere, and said to Zhen Tao: "This, there is really no ......"