"Yes, it's just that this one doesn't make clothes, it's good to have a weaver girl. This will save me a lot of time, and tomorrow I will take them to Yiqing and Yanhualou to tailor it for the girls inside, this fabric will be very useful to me, and it will come in handy in a month. ”

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to need a few more people to help carry the fabric, because I'm going to have them draped over my body on the spot, so that I can choose the most suitable one. When I go to Yanhua Tower, I will also stop by to see the red jade, and then make plans. ”

"It's fine, as long as you know it yourself. Sima Jin didn't say much anymore, all he cared about was the result. "Pour a cup of tea for the king, thirsty. ”

An Ran was stunned for a moment, glanced at the teacup that had been torn apart on the ground, and pouted, "There are no extra cups left at home, there are only two left, if the prince doesn't mind, you can use mine." ”

"Hehe, this king doesn't mind your saliva. Sima Jin squinted his eyes and smiled at An Ran, as if the bloody scene just now was not caused by himself.

After An Ran finished pouring water for Sima Jin, he stood obediently aside. Sima Jin was very unhappy with this atmosphere, "Are you afraid of this king?"

An Ran looked at the ground, "No. The prince is suave, and he is not vicious, so he can't be afraid. ”

Sima Jin raised An Ran's chin and forced her to look at herself, "An Ran, what kind of calculations you are making, what kind of person you are, this king knows it." If you pretend to be so boring again, this king will lose his interest, and this king will not mind sending you to the barracks in advance!"

An Ran's body stiffened, and her eyes suddenly glared at Sima Jin with hatred, she pretended to be a good cat for him, he still didn't want it, did he have SM potential? But in the next second, I didn't know what crazy he was smoking, An Ran bumped forward, gnawed on Sima Jin's lips, and before the two of them could dig deeper, An Ran's own nose bleeded out of the face, rubbing Sima Jin's face.

"You, you woman!" Sima Jin slammed away An Ran, who was lying on top of him, and pointed at him angrily, but the stern words and funny face made An Ran laugh all the time.

"Lord, if not, wash. An Ran turned his head up, covered his nose with one hand, and looked at Sima Jin innocently with both eyes, "Lord Wang, don't people want to please you, who knew that this kind of thing would happen! ”

When Feng and Baizhu stepped into the house, they happened to hear these words, and the expressions on their faces instantly cracked. Feng's feet stumbled for a moment, "Master, I found out, that group of people is the prince's people." ”

Sima Jin's face turned red, nodded, and pretended to be calm, "Hmm." ”

"Since the prince still has something to deal with, then An Ran will not bother the prince, and the prince will not send it away. ”

"Why, you are so anxious not to see this king?!" Sima Jin wanted to leave, but when he heard An Ran's words, he turned back again, "There is one more thing, this king forgot to ask." Now, since you are one of the king's man, the king will cover you in the future. What are your thoughts on going back to Baili's house? Are you really not going to go back?"

An Ran shook his head, "Of course not! I'm just not going back for the time being." It's mine, I'll let them spit it out for me one by one. Even if my things rot in my own hands, I am not in the habit of giving alms. ”

Sima Jin looked at An Ran, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, "Yes, it's the person who this king likes, and he has an appetite for this king! If you need help with something, you can just let Baizhu inform the wind." They have their own way of connecting with each other. ”

An Ran nodded, "Well, I see." It's just that there is a small favor that needs the help of the prince at present. ”