Jiang Tingting held a string of sugar gourds in his left hand and packed fried chicken in his right hand, leisurely strolling through the most lively streets in the capital.

While passing by a teahouse, Jiang heard that there was a storyteller telling a story inside, and went straight in.

Came to a good location by the window and asked for a pot of tea.

Jiang listened to the story while eating roast chicken and tasting tea, so happy.

It's just that this happiness didn't last long, and before I finished listening to the story, I was blocked from view.

"Listen to Jiang, your life is very moist!"

Oh, it's the sound of finding fault.

Jiang Tingting leaned against the window and glanced at the gentleman in a blue and white robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a graceful gentleman.

Is Song Huaiye worthy, little trash.

Xu is Jiang Tingting's gaze was too contemptuous, and the irony was strong, Song Huaiye frowned, and his tone was cold.

"What kind of eyes are you!"

"Jiang listen, Young Master Ben will give you one last chance, you admit your mistake now and obediently go back to receive the punishment, Young Master Ben can not be blamed in the past."

Jiang Tingting drank the last sip of tea from the teacup and blinked innocently:

"Blame for the past? What are you that you think you're seafood with a little muddy water? ”

When Song Huaiye heard this, his face turned pale, and he clenched the folding fan in his hand.

"Ginger, listen! You have to challenge my bottom line, do you? ”

Jiang listened to the spread and shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you have a bottom line, I always felt that you have no bottom line."

Song Huai's fan bones were all broken by him.

It's not that Jiang heard what he heard was angry, the key was her indifferent contemptuous and innocent expression, which was the most annoying.

"Listen to Jiang, I don't want to do anything with you here, but you remember your toughness today, and one day I will step on your arrogance."

Song Huai left after talking at night, he made an appointment in this teahouse, so he didn't entangle with Jiang Tingting anymore.

Jiang listened to a soft sigh.

"What bad things, the good mood is gone."

[323(▔□▔): Host, have you forgotten the child of destiny that blackened in the last world? Take it easy, don't ask for yourself later! 】

[It was just a small accident]

Jiang Tingting looked fearless, stood up, and left the teahouse.

It's not early, so I'll buy food for Xie Chengchao.

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Xie Fu

Xie Chengchao checked the roster of the army, and from time to time took a brush to write and draw on rice paper.

Shufeng reported to him on his side, and Jiang listened to today's itinerary.

After hearing that Song Huaiye and Jiang Ting had met, Xie Chengchao paused for a moment with the brush in his hand, the ink smeared the rice paper, and his eyes darkened.

"Heh..."

Jiang Tingting came back at the beginning of the year, and when she came back, her hands were full of big bags and small bags.

"General, I bought you something good."

Xie Chengchao, who had the last stroke in the study, blew the rice paper, and then handed it to the side of the wind.

"The people on the list should ask the trusted brothers in the army to pay a little attention to it, and report me as soon as they make any moves."

Although Sufeng felt strange, he didn't say anything. The master has his reasons for doing things, and he only needs to obey.

"Yes, master!"

Jiang Tingting pushed open the door of the study, put a large bag on the table, looked at Xie Chengchao, and smiled happily.

"It's all good."

Keep adding.

"It cost exactly two hundred and fifty taels."

Xie Chengchao's eyes were half-squinted.

This little dark guard holds a grudge.

"It's not early, I'll go first, and the general remembers to take it before going to bed." Jiang Tingting patted the things he bought back wrapped in brown paper bags, and his smile was pure and sly.

After Jiang Tingting left the study, Shufeng opened the things she bought, and then looked at Xie Chengchao without saying anything......