Canghai suddenly raised his faint and shining eyes and stared at the three sides of the palace, and said solemnly: "Yes." 1——”

"Huh. Gong San smiled: "That's possible." Deliberately frowned and thought for a while, pretending to have an idea, and said: "From the perspective of hardness, the oil lamp can break the head, but the candle cannot, hehe, if the oil lamp is used to make the candle, although the oil lamp has no oil, it can be intact, and whether to add oil in the future is a matter of the future, but now, the candle is broken, or simply rotten, even if there is a candle heart, it can still shine, but how long can it be lit?"

After a pause, he smiled again: "Besides, there is that unscrupulous businessman, although I can only sell oil lamps, I can use oil lamps to smash your candles, even if the price of oil lamps is cheap, but the candles are scrapped, so in the business field, you will lose to me?"

Smiling at the sea of stories that deviated from the ending he expected before going to bed, the shoulders that were gradually falling.

Canghai said quietly: "It's very despicable......"

Gong San laughed.

"Is anyone there?"

The wind chimes at the head of the cabin followed.

Window paper is warm. Dark shadows and fine edges. The leaves of the cherry orange trees stirred the fragrance of peony flowers, and the soft female voice with sand raised her voice and asked, "Is it Yuzhou?" ”

Only then did he hear a slight sound outside the house, Yu Zhou took off his boots and entered, and saw Murong alone under the lamp to frame the embroidered silk, and said with a light smile: "It's so late, haven't slept yet?"

Murong smiled: "You sit, there is tea there for you to drink, forgive me for not greeting you." Unfolded the embroidered silk and said with a wry smile: "I wanted to rest after this stretch, but who knows how to get it wrong, and before I knew it, it was too late." ”

Yu Zhou said: "You are busy, I will send something and leave." Did Brother Rong Cheng sleep?"

Murong Chong pursed his lips and said mysteriously: "I don't know who I'm angry with, I've been sitting there in a daze since I came back, and I haven't moved," curled the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "I think it's mostly with Gongziye." ”

Yu Zhou nodded, "The embroidered silk, when you turn around, ask the prince to help you stretch, he is good at craftsmanship." With that, he walked in. After looking around, he saw the only room with an open door and no lights, and only then did he see a dark shadow sitting on the edge of the inner bed.

The doctor slowly got up and lit the candle.

Take a long breath. As if ready to withstand all bad news.

“...... Something happened to Shiro again?"

"Not yet. Yu Zhou took out a post from his bosom and handed it over, "Gongye asked me to send it to you." He wasn't in trouble when I came out. ”

The Divine Doctor snorted. And he ran down in his single clothes...... It's time to play. Only then did I open it, but it was an invitation that read: Tomorrow, Hou Jun will go out of the valley on the east side of the flowers. There is no payment, only a small idle chapter with a large seal "memory". The miracle doctor was really stunned.

Yu Zhou said: "This is not just written. He called me to come with him still cowering under the covers and took it out from under the pillow for me. ”

The pale emerald flower notes have a sweet mint fragrance.

The divine doctor said: "...... This...... Isn't this an invitation?" Feng Yan looked down at Yu Zhou who was standing beside him, "Just to ...... Tell me to accompany him out of the valley tomorrow?"

Yu Zhou was serious and did not speak.

The doctor couldn't sit still any longer, and got up with a pout.

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Gong San was holding an almost yellowed apple core in his hand, half-sitting and half-lying on Canghai's side, looking at him leisurely from time to time, as if he was just satisfied, and seemed to hope that he would say goodbye.