Jin Jiaojiao deliberately ignored the movement in the curtains, and until she finished reading the poem, her mind was confused—full of unspeakable sounds.

Slowed down for a moment.

- With a bang, Zhao Bingyu stood up from the bathtub, took the clean clothes on the side, put them on and walked out.

"It's hard for my wife to wait for a long time."

His voice was full of pleasure, he didn't dry the water droplets on his body, the thin white undershirt inside was wet and stuck to the white collarbone, and he could faintly see small crystal droplets flowing along the texture of his skin. Jin Jiaojiao raised her head slightly and glanced at him and quickly lowered her head, Zhao Bingyu pulled her hair back, coughed a few times, and her eyes were also nowhere to put them.

Who is the weak-hearted puppy?

"Also...... It's okay, it's not too long. Jin Jiaojiao's tongue was knotted, and her brain was also knotted, so she didn't ask him why someone had to recite poems from the side when he took a bath.

He is really a young master than a young master, this treatment is only a specification of royal medicine.

Uncle Xiang and Shen Miaoer's words resurfaced in her mind again, the fox spirit was already demagogic enough, not to mention that she also fell in love with the fox spirit, and she was now tasting the last taste of love, so spicy that she was going to explode.

It's really lustful.

"Uh...... Why didn't you go fishing tonight, did you wash up so early to go to bed? Jin Jiaojiao asked.

"It's a little stuffy."

Stuffy?

"Is it because it's too dry?" It's all in the water town south of the Yangtze River, can there still be Bianjing City to do? Jin Jiaojiao couldn't figure it out, "Then your nosebleed in the morning is also because it's stuffy?" ”

"Do you need to get off the boat and ask the doctor to take a look?"

Zhao Bingyu poured a cup of tea and excused himself: "Yes, it's just too dry, maybe the water and soil are not adaptable, but if it doesn't matter, I will pass it with thick skin and thick meat." ”

Jin Jiaojiao asked: "Didn't you grow up in Jiangnan?" Can you still adapt to the soil and water? ”

Of course, the young and vigorous body is not adaptable!

"Isn't it half a year since I left?" Zhao Bingyu snorted, if you really want to tell the truth, Jin Jiaojiao may not know what to think of him. "Okay, anyway, I'm fine, I don't have to get off the boat to see the doctor. Let's rush to Yangzhou as soon as possible, your Lord Liu has been frowning for the past few days, I'm afraid that he is worried about the case of Chen Nian and Tan Gu. ”

Jin Jiaojiao's eyebrows frowned slightly, "What do you mean...... My Lord Liu? ”

Zhao Bingyu took a sip of tea, put down the teacup and sat lazily on a wooden box next to the bed, raising his eyes to look at her, "Haven't you been talking to each other lately?" You know his true identity and are still so happy to act, all over the world, famous rivers and mountains, poems and songs, and haven't you discussed it? ”

“？”

Although Zhao Bingyu was eating flying vinegar, he still couldn't help it, he was caught between Liu Xuanhe and Jin Jiaojiao and played a complicated role, he had to hide from Liu Xuan and Jin Jiaojiao that he knew his identity, and he had to hide from Jin Jiaojiao Liu Xuanhe to know that he was not Jia Ming's business.

He was in cahoots with both sides.

Why did he make everyone's relationship so complicated? Zhao Bingyu self-reflected, he didn't eat much, it's just his brain... Sick! The kind that the medicine stone is reckless for.

From the perspective of a bystander, he is quite a villain, if it weren't for the conflict between his uncle and his father-in-law, his father-in-law would not be his father-in-law, and Jin Jiaojiao would have become his sister-in-law.

So he's vinegar!

It's really astringent and sour.

He asked for his own suffering.

Jin Jiaojiao: "......"

She said that she was guarding against Liu Xuanhe being too close to Zhao Bingyu, who would believe it?

Liu Xuanhe lost his mother and kept filial piety, Jin Jiaojiao didn't know, according to her speculation, Liu Xuanhe was a young man and had a prosperous official fortune. That's how many daughters' families put on the tip of their hearts, and it is no exaggeration to say that ninety percent of the unmarried women in Bianjing are at his disposal. However, he has always been alone all these years, it is difficult not to make people think about it, and then look at the way he cares about Zhao Bingyu, he is not afraid of 10,000 just in case.

"The time and place are favorable, there are hundreds of schools of thought, human ethics, and there are many things that have not been discussed."

Jin Jiaojiao deliberately blocked him with words, and Zhao Bingyu was speechless, so he could only snort arrogantly.

Jin Jiaojiao thinks it's a little funny, who doesn't like her sweetheart to eat her own jealousy in front of her? It's called fun.

But she knows what to do, (this chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter Eighty-Four: Qin Se and Ming

Otherwise, the fox will bite when he is in a hurry, "But what...... He is Lord Liu of the imperial court, Lord Liu of Dali Temple, Lord Liu of the people, but Lord Liu who is not my Jin Jiaojiao, there is no doubt about this. ”

Zhao Bingyu's expression changed 180 degrees visibly with the naked eye, not to mention how happy he was in his heart, as long as Jin Jiaojiao didn't have that mind.

"The time and place are favorable, there are hundreds of schools, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I am proficient in everything, wife, you can discuss it with me." He held his cheeks, quite suspicious of being flattered.

"You?" Jin Jiaojiao walked to the tassel curtain, played with the tassels hanging on it, and asked him: "Looking for you to discuss, are you my so-and-so?" ”

Zhao Bingyu smiled more and more, stood up and opened the wooden box, rummaging through the stacked books inside, and said, "No matter if I am so-and-so, I am yours." ”

No matter what his identity is in the future, or what his destiny is, he will always belong to Jin Jiaojiao.

Jin Jiaojiao sighed, her heart was sweet ecstasy, but she pretended to be disdainful on the surface, and the dead duck said stiffly: "It seems that you will be the champion of high school one day, or you will rise to the top, and you will not forget my wretched wife." ”

Zhao Bingyu bent over, holding the wooden box and shook his head at her, "No, no, no." ”

Of course, Jin Jiaojiao knows that she is not the wife of the chaff, so she is modest.

"What's that?"

"I mean even if one day I'm not me, I forget you, I still belong to you, my heart doesn't allow me to belong to someone else."

"Clever words." Jin Jiaojiao likes sweet words, she doesn't care about empty words, she doesn't care about promises, she only knows that she lacks nothing, and she is happy at the moment.

"Did you find the book?" She urged.

"So, I found it, my wife is not in a hurry."

Zhao Bingyu took out a complete set of hardcover "Spring Palace Hunting" from the bottom of the box, and as soon as Jin Jiaojiao opened it, she saw the word thank you for the ghost talk peach charm inside.

—It turned out to be Xie Wen's handwritten nomination, Jin Jiaojiao was overjoyed, "Thank you for the handwritten nomination of the book, how did you get it?" ”

"What's so difficult about this, that kid and I have a fateful friendship, and this whole box of words was given to me by him for free." jj.br>

"You and Xie Wenxi, do you know each other?" She was surprised.

Feeling adored by his wife, Zhao Bingyu felt happy in his heart, and deliberately took it for granted on his face, "I know, I've known him for four or five years, he wasn't so famous at that time." His wife ran away with someone with money, and he was chased... If I hadn't rescued him, he would have committed suicide by jumping into the river. ”

Xie Wen has indeed emerged among the people in the past two years, Jin Jiaojiao didn't expect that the famous antique shop owner would have such a sad past, no wonder he could write such a hearty story.

Jin Jiaojiao came to his side and looked into the wooden box, and sure enough, it was all all kinds of hardcover scripts written by Xie Wen, many of which even she couldn't get her hands on, so he was not small.

"Could it be that you're being chased too... Debt happened to meet him, right? ”

In Jin Jiaojiao's words, Zhao Bingyu awkwardly avoided her scrutinizing eyes, and looked at him left and right, "I just haven't watched the second or third part yet, let's go, wife, let's watch it together." ”

The blue waves are rippling, the algae are faint, and the families are watching the jumping fish in the moonlight on the deck. Zhao Bingyu put the streamer night lamp on the bedside desk, and Jin Jiaojiao and Yi lay side by side on the low couch, with his head resting on the pillow made of silk brocade jokes, turning the pages and looking at the words that both of them love to read.

Half of the pages were turned, Jin Jiaojiao closed her eyes unconsciously, Zhao Bingyu carefully held her head to the crook of her arm, and covered her with a quilt, with a flick of her fingers, the candle flame was extinguished, a sweet dream.

Chapter Eighty-Four: Qin Se and Ming