120. Treasures of heaven and man

The pink-cheeked girl didn't know that her words instantly caused a crisis of "moving" to the big guy she fancied.

Chu Xujun also counted with his fingers: "He can raise pigeons, and he is willing to help me watch the papermaking, or your friend, he must know a lot, and he will encounter such an injustice (big head) next time...... Fate, fate, don't know when? Of course, I haven't thanked the general for sending someone to take care of him."

Was she just missing a pigeon keeper and a caretaker? Although the requirements are a little higher, I fell in love with a high-ranking hermit.

Wei Ling laughed in his heart, if his friend who was a genius knew that he was such a position in this little girl's heart, he was afraid that he would be able to vomit blood.

What about himself? What is the place in her heart?

"Little things." Wei Ling got up and calmed down his mood that had fluctuated many times tonight, he looked out the window and pointed in one direction, "There, buried." He pointed to the pink and white dumplings again.

Chu Xujun followed him to the window, and quickly understood that he was referring to the giant panda that could not be rescued from injury.

In the dark night, Chu Xujun could only discern a general direction, her long and dense eyelashes fanned several times, retracted her grief, and thanked her in a nasal voice: "Thank you, Wei Ling, really."

Wei Ling: "You like iron-eating beasts very much?"

"Hmm,......" Chu Xujun couldn't explain any more, so he could only blink at him with watery eyes.

Wei Ling was like a deer flying by her, and he said lightly: "Then, if you like it."

Ximei coughed outside without hiding it, this is to catch up with the "guest".

Wei Ling suddenly thought, it was better for him to break into Youyu Pavilion several times, no one would disturb him, and it was indeed not appropriate to stay for a long time tonight.

Sending Wei Ling away, ending the first day of their "engagement honeymoon" with a particularly rich itinerary.

With an empty head, Chu Xujun went to the bed, and before closing his eyes, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

In the next second, she fell into Zhou Gong's dream.

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When he woke up the next day, after Chu Xujun opened his eyes, he moved, and instantly recalled what he had forgotten.

Her inner thighs, the fine skin and tender flesh that were bruised from riding a BMW jersey.

At that time, only Wei Ling was by her side, and Ximei didn't know.

Later, he entered the pigeon villa, and Chu Xujun, who was obsessed with infrastructure and cubs, came one after another, and completely forgot about this little episode.

As the night passed, the injury became more and more fragile, and when I moved, it hurt to the touch, and it was very embarrassing.

The night watchman didn't notice it, but she yawned and muttered, "This little beast can really drink, and I got up several times during the night, and every time I drank a big can before I fell asleep. I'm so tired that I choke...... Son-in-law, such a dangerous little beast, it is better to leave it to the people in the village to take care of." Ximei didn't want to excuse herself, but she was really worried about the safety of her son-in-law.

Seeing that the son-in-law bowed her head and said nothing, Ximei was anxious: "Son-in-law, I don't think it's hard to shirk things. It's just that this little beast is not small, and I am not afraid of it now, but it is not certain what the situation will be after a while......

Chu Xujun said, "I know, Ximei, you go get some skin softening."

Ximei was anxious: "Ah, son-in-law, are you injured? Where is the injury?"

Chu Xujun: "It's no big deal, it's just that I rode a horse yesterday, and it's been a long time."

Ximei instantly realized: "It's all my fault, I was so careless, I didn't notice it, and let my son-in-law suffer."

The strong girl cried so much that she didn't really blame her for this.

Chu Xujun already knew that Ximei was bold and loyal, but she was not careful enough, because she was not used to being served, and she didn't think about cultivating other personal maids to serve her, but let Ximei bear too much.

However, the personal person pays attention to chance, and Chu Xujun does not force it.

Chu Xujun: "I also forgot to say it, I don't blame you, why did you cry first?" I'll do it myself. Go and get your white pants."

Ximei's emotions come and go quickly, if you coax her, it will be even more watery, and it will attract attention.

Chu Xujun called the seven-point lantern base // pants made by Ah Zhu according to her statement as "obscene pants", but two lines were pressed in the middle, and the crystallization of the wisdom of the working people was born.

Her inner thighs aren't embarrassed anymore.

Only then did he turn his gaze to the milk dumplings who were still asleep.

Ah, it's so cute, isn't she still in a dream, and she can actually look at the coveted national treasure cub so closely.

So happy~

When Ximei saw the look of the son-in-law, she knew that this little beast would not be able to send it away in the short term.

While she was cooking for her master, she said, "Son-in-law, why don't you give the little beast a name?"

The iron-eating beast is the same as the big insect, it is not a good stubble, and it is known by others to be killed, but if it is named, the next people will know that it is the pet of the noble, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog, and it is easy not to hurt it.

Chu Xujun blurted out: "Then it's called the national ...... Guoguo." The word national treasure is too obvious, and it will attract a sideways glance to the cub.

Ximei muttered, "It's pretty cute, is it a female beast?"

Of course cute, this little cutie looks back and doesn't know how much gold and silver mountains of bamboo mountains to eat.

Someone knocked on the door outside: "Son-in-law, Mr. Tao has sent someone to invite you over."

It's not early, and I think that the peach-eyed beautiful man has already discovered the "clue".

"Is the bean curd promised to Mr. Peach ready?"

Ximei nodded: "It's already prepared, with ice, heated ginger drink, a big basket."

Chu Xujun used soy milk, ate pickles and coarse cakes in Zhuangzi, got up and walked a few steps, and tried on his pants.

Today's Ximei changed her into a single-sided snow skirt that is easy to walk under the double winding skirt, the color is a dirt-resistant blue orange, at first glance, it looks like it is quickly integrated with the yellow earth, and the hairpin on her head is an orange pansy, and a small string of coral beads, warm and delicate.

Chu Xujun was holding a bamboo basket nest in her hand, she hadn't thought of where to place the pink and white cubs, and now she couldn't leave it.

On the bank of the river, the plain-clothed man had not slept all night, except for a few strands of hair, his eyes were bright, his face was excited, and he did not show any fatigue.

He couldn't be calm, if it weren't for the wonderful hands of the beautiful doll, he wouldn't have known that there was such a good thing in the world that could be made so easily.

The materials that are readily available, the steps that are purely physically laborious, simple and easy to remember, as long as the essence of heaven and earth are air-dried, what you get is a good thing that is as thin as a cicada's wings and flexible and absorbs ink.

Now can be used for writing all the materials, mud, stone, pottery not to mention, difficult to carve bulky and not easy to carry directly ignored, metal is extremely valuable, even silk cloth has to be the upper class of people to get it.

As the most common writing tools now, bamboo slips and wooden slips are the most optimal choices, but there are also obvious shortcomings such as difficult preservation, troublesome depiction, and laborious reading.

He didn't dare to try the thin and dry "paper" on the bamboo mats in front of him, but he could already imagine what a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains could be drawn on them.

This paper is worth a thousand gold.

And now scattered by the river, it seems that the treasures scattered by the heavens and men are shining.