"How do you talk to your cousin? Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Chunqing's mother glared at Chunqing, although she was not happy about what Jiang Qin said just now, but after all, Jiang Qin was a guest.

Chunqing smiled at her mother, "I also care about my cousin." He said to Jiang Qin with a side face: "Fortunately, I didn't marry my cousin, otherwise my cousin would have to call me sister-in-law, I wouldn't dare to be it." ”

The corners of Jiang Qin's mouth twitched, and he barely pulled out a smile.

Chunqing continued: "Now that I think about it, how wise it is that I didn't marry my cousin, otherwise how could I meet such a good person as Shizi." It can be seen that fate is destined. Don't you say, cousin? ”

Jiang Qin's face was red, his liver hurt, and he snorted twice as an answer.

She really underestimated Chunqing's cheeky skin and clever mouth as a foodie.

Which new daughter-in-law always praises herself in front of her mother's family. is still so unashamed to say it, and it is conclusive.

The corners of Jiang Huan's eyes twitched, why did his sister and cousin always have to involve themselves in the quarrel today.

Also, cousin, can you not always step on me and praise you for your good looks.

Jiang Huan glanced at Song Hui faintly.

Song Hui's mouth was about to grin to the root of his ears.

Song Shizi, I know I'm very happy to be praised by my cousin, but can you be a little more reserved, be considerate and considerate of me as a single person!

Song Hui originally listened to Jiang Qin's words and just wanted to jump up and beat people, but when he listened to Chunqing's words again, he immediately felt that a small spring breeze was blowing through his heart that had been pickled by old vinegar, leaving a burst of floral fragrance, which was really sweeter than royal jelly.

Chunqing, I also think we have a good fate.

A few families are happy and a few are sad.

The banquet dispersed, and Zhou Shilang still took Song Hui and them to the study to talk.

Seeing that his daughter and the son were so affectionate, Zhou Shilang decided to pick one of the treasures that had been hidden for more than ten years and give it to Song Hui.

Chunqing and her mother are still talking about themselves in the flower hall.

"Madam, the county lord of Zhaoyang is here." Chunqing's personal maid came in to report, "The county lord said that he didn't want to disturb Madame and Miss Cousin, but Miss went over, and she was waiting in Miss's room." The maid was still calling according to Chunqing's name before she got married.

Chun Qing Niang nodded, "Since it is the meaning of the county lord, you can go over." ”

Chunqing got up and said goodbye.

Jiang Qin looked at Chunqing's departing back, and felt uncomfortable like eating old ginger soaked in old vinegar, and his eyes were sore and swollen.

Why!

Why is Chunqing so proud, and she can still be friends with the county lord!

Jiang Qin's hand hidden in his sleeve clenched his fists tightly, his half-inch-long nails pierced deep into his palms, and his face turned pale.

Chunqing's mother looked at Jiang Qin and sighed silently in her heart, "After eating wine at noon, you can go and rest for a while, so as not to have a headache in the afternoon." ”

Jiang Qin pursed his lips and got up to leave.

On an autumn afternoon, the sun is soft like the softest fluff on the little sheep, and the bits and pieces shine on the body, which is indescribably pleasant.

Jiang Qin felt a chill on his body and shivered.

Looking up at the clear blue sky, I only felt that the sun's eyes hurt, and tears fell.

Chunqing, I must live better than you, so that you are envious everywhere and jealous from time to time, so that you can only look up to me from now on.

"Take the prince to Zhiyun Pavilion to rest." Zhou Yan instructed the little servant.

Jiang Qin raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and was shocked to realize that he had actually walked to the study.

The subtle and bright sunlight shone on Song Hui's upright body, as if it gave him a layer of light, making his already good-looking facial features even more dazzling, Jiang Qin couldn't help but be stunned.

Song Shizi is really the best among people.

In terms of life experience and appearance, will there be a better choice than Song Shizi?

In the whole world, except for the Heavenly Family, I am afraid that Song Shizi is unique and unmatched.

Jiang Qin was suddenly so sad that he was about to suffocate.

Could it be that this life has really been compared to Chunqing like this?

She was not reconciled.

Zhiyun Pavilion?

Jiang Qin's eyes moved, and he bit his lower lip tightly, because his heart was beating faster, and his face was like a peach blossom in March.

After a while, Jiang Qin breathed a long sigh of relief and lifted his feet to leave.

Chunqing, don't blame me, among people like Song Shizi, you are a foodie, and you are not worthy of it at all.

When Chunqing pushed the door in, the county lord of Zhaoyang was already there.

The county lord of Zhaoyang is the only concubine of Prince An, with delicate facial features, white and tender skin, and peerless elegance.

And he is neither arrogant nor pretentious, he is a normal and good child.

There is no legendary princess disease at all.

If you have to pick a bone in the egg, it is that Zhaoyang does not like to participate in all kinds of banquets held by Kyoto celebrities.

In Zhaoyang's words, it is better to eat stinky tofu with Chunqing than to fight with those inexplicable demons.

So Chunqing was her only friend.

So Chunqing clearly knows that the delicate and lovely Zhaoyang is definitely not a weak little flower in the greenhouse, if you have to compare Zhaoyang to a flower, then she is a gorgeous man-eating flower.

Zhaoyang often said that if you have to use your kindness to face the evil intentions of people with bad intentions, then you are asking for your own hardships and deserving of it. In the face of bad people, you should be worse than bad people.

Chunqing had witnessed with her own eyes how Zhaoyang put her words and deeds into practice.

Once, when Chunqing and Zhaoyang were discussing whether stinky tofu was delicious with green onions or coriander, a few gentlemen rushed over without knowing whether it was alive or dead.

After all, Chunqing and Zhaoyang are so spiritual.

A teenager at the beginning claimed to be Jing Zhaoyin's second son.

"Which girl's daughter is this, she looks really smart, go drink with the master." The second son looked like a hooligan.

A few teenagers behind him who looked like they were in the class immediately burst into laughter, and some whistled.

Chunqing twisted her face to look at Zhaoyang.

Just now, he said to Chunqing with a gentle face, "I think coriander and stinky tofu are more compatible." Zhaoyang's eyes immediately showed a fierce light, and there was a very obvious taste of excitement in this fierceness.

"Chunqing, it's been a long time since anyone dared to die in front of me." Zhaoyang whispered in Chunqing's ear, and then got up with a flickering gaze and walked towards the second son.

In the next time of incense, Zhaoyang's mouth kept using all kinds of humiliation that she came without a dirty word when she opened her mouth, and said that the second son of the Jingzhao Yin family was dead.

In the end, she looked at the second son with unfinished eyes, and said gently: "You said that your tolerance is so poor, how dare you show off your power in front of me." Good, don't cry, what a shame, everyone is still enjoying the spring. ”

The second son of the Jingzhao Yin family looked at Zhaoyang like a ghost, and ran away.

Zhaoyang sat down beside Chunqing gently, frowned and said, "I just thought about it, you are right, or chives and stinky tofu are more compatible." ”

Chunqing opened her mouth, feeling that she had lost her ability to speak. She finally understood why Zhaoyang didn't like to attend major banquets.

She is overwhelmed by the cold in the heights, and she is lonely and seeking defeat.

Since then, Chunqing and Zhaoyang's friendship has reached a higher level.

Chunqing loves Zhaoyang, a female saint warrior, seems to have a character.