Chapter 271: Acacia is not far away

Thanks to Zixing Haoyue for the reward of Xianyuan (4.29)
Purple Star is for your previous rewards and additions. You see that you don’t want to reward you again. This is what I should (laughing)

Within ten miles of the capital city, it has become more prosperous than the towns they encountered along the way.
This local store called Beiguan is full of people.
Miss Jun took Liu and the horse through, and Liu Er couldn’t see her eyes. She tried to maintain the decent face of the official lady’s big girl, lest she should be laughed at as a dumpling.
"It is this that the best meat in the capital is this." Miss Jun shook her hand and looked in one direction.
Liu Er looked at the past and saw a stall in the corner of the street, holding a banner and writing Dong characters.
"This is that.." Liu Er said, and lowered the voice again. "Is it marked on the map?"
The lady said that the map of Beijing is illegal, so she did not say it directly.
The more sensible child, Miss Jun nodded to her approval.
Liu Erxiao smiled and straightened his back.
"However, Miss, you remember it is clear," she said in a low voice.
In addition to just looking at it, Miss did not take the picture out.
That picture is very dense and it is a word and a lot of things to draw.
Miss remembers what the ticket number of the inn is normal. How can I remember the unremarkable snacks?
Miss, are you hungry?
Miss Jun grinned.
"I just remember it," she said.
Of course, I also like to eat.
Although there is no time to eat with Master, although Master still likes to eat and eat, a grass pheasant can be beautifully tempted by him.
She followed Master for six years, and she dared to eat whatever she was fed, and she also loved it.
Which restaurant in the capital is good, what kind of snacks are wonderful, she also heard Lu Yunqi introduced, but this Dong family meat is not included.
It seems that this is the taste of Zhu Xi.
Just don't know if his taste is popular.
Miss Jun looked at the people around the Dong family's meat dumplings. Obviously, most of them were foreigners with dust and curious novelty.
I think everyone has this map of Beijing's mileage.
"Don't worry, don't worry, that's fine."
Busy, sweaty bosses comforted the waiting people, and they ate a piece of meat and baked it into a paper bag.

Is it really delicious?
The waiting people kept asking.
"Of course it's delicious, I have been selling it here for twenty years." The boss replied, "I don't believe in going to Beijing to inquire, who doesn't know."
A young man took over the meat that was handed over.
"I don't know how to say in the capital, I have no time to inquire. The picture says that you are good, I will try it." He said, "Isn't it that you gave the money and exaggerated?"
The boss has a look of awkwardness.
"Figure? What picture?" he asked.
The young man said that the person next to him had been coughing and blinking.
After all, the Beijing-based map is banned in the capital, although the official government has one eye closed, but you can't blatantly take it out.
The young man smiled and took a bite out of the meat, and chewed his brows and raised it.
"Well, it's delicious," he said with a vague sigh.
Don't wait for him to express his description again, and the crowd that can't wait has already squeezed him out.
"The boss is mine."
"The boss I want two."
After waiting for a while, Liu Er also took out the bought meat and squeezed it out, and handed it to Miss Jun, who was waiting.
Miss Jun took over her mouth and nodded with satisfaction.
"It’s delicious, it’s delicious.
Liu Er said again and again.
It’s delicious, but it’s probably not true that the boss doesn’t know that his meat is being marked on the map in Beijing.
Miss Jun looked at the boss who sent a wave of waves and greeted a wave of guests laughing.
I don't know how much Zhu Xi can divide from it.
It’s certainly not a small sum of money.
And this place is not the only place to eat, drink and play.
Miss Jun bites the crispy meat, some funny and curious.
How did Zhu Xi think of this way of making money?
He is not a Beijinger. A person living in the Northland actually made money for the capital.
And is it a poor country?
Because of the horror and painful memories left by the war that was forced to move, whether it was the emperor or the father and the current emperor, they all added to the favor of the country that was stationed in the guarantee of the security of the Northland. Things have never been harsh.
How did Cheng Guogong raise a son who loves money and loves money?
"What else is delicious for Miss?"
Liu Er has already finished eating, and I still haven’t asked for it, interrupting Miss Jun’s distraction.
Looking at her red face, Miss Jun smiled and took the horse.

There is a lot better,
she said.
We go to the inn first, wash and rest, and go to eat one by one.

Holding the cheerful Liuer and Ma continue to walk along the street.
Miss Jun looked up and looked at the direction of the capital. It was only half a year since she died last year. It is only half an hour away from her brother and sister. It is also within easy reach of the enemy.
She felt that she should think about something, but at this moment, she had no idea at all.
Nothing to think about.
It is only the distance that is close, and the harder is the mountain of status.
Still out of reach.
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The night was heavy, and now there is no curfew in the capital, and the night market is still noisy, but the ancient wooden walls of the college's tall walls block this.
There is no dead water in the silence, and countless lights in the darkness are shining, that is, the students are studying hard.
In the case of Ning Yunzhen, two lights were lit, using a good lamp oil. Only the fragrance was not smoked, and it would not hurt the eyes.
However, Ning Yunqi did not have a hard time reading the case. The unfolded book was displayed on several cases, but he seemed to fall asleep with his eyes closed.
The sleeping person suddenly laughed again.
Open your eyes, there is no sleepy eyes, but it shines like a star.
"I didn't expect it, it was." He said, looking at the scattered letter paper under the book.
It was delivered at noon. He didn't have to look at it anymore. The content of the letter was already memorized. It was natural that Miss Jun had set up an exquisite bureau.
It turned out to be a fake pro.
"Even if you don't marry Fang Shaoye, I think Fangjia will take care of you."
He thought of what he said when she said it.
At that time, she was a little embarrassed. He thought that her jealousy was because of the accusations in her own words.
Blaming her is the kind of person who does not trust the ancestors and therefore exchanges interests.
Of course he doesn't mean that, and she really isn't that kind of person.
"Ning Gongzi is more worried." She smiled and said, "This matter is now unnecessary."
It turned out that what she actually said at the time was that he was too worried.
This is the exquisite chess arrangement she arranged. At that time, she was in a row and could not talk to outsiders, so she could only implicitly say something to herself.
But he didn't think much at the time.
He only noticed that she said that there is no need to say this thing, thinking that she said that it is a good thing to say that it has been done.
It turned out that she did not mean this.
A good game.
Ning Yunqi stood up and couldn't help but walk a few steps back and forth. He only felt that he was surprised and happy. He only felt that the summer night was stuffy and pleasing.
This is what she did.
The woman who played the blind chess under the tree, and the woman who gave it to the lantern.
She is like this, just as he thinks.
Being married is a fake.
She was mad, vulgar, and abandoned her marriage contract.
Just for the sake of justice, in order to lure the enemy.
Being married is a fake.
Ning Yunxiao walked back and forth in the room.
Although everyone is a student on the road to study, but in the end it is different from life. Ning Yunyu has money and is a child of Beiliu Ning. The house he lives in is the best here, not as bad as other students.
There is an inner room in the room that can separate a study, and he walks back and forth a dozen steps.
But he still feels inadequate and wants to go further.
Being able to walk to her and listening to her about this game should be clearer than the description of the exaggerated handwriting of the storyteller.
North to Yangcheng riding a night can go back and forth.
What about Beijing to Yangcheng?
and.
Ning Yunyu stopped to look at the stationery on several cases.
The letter said that she is not in Yangcheng now.
Where is she now?
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In the night, Miss Jun on the inn’s bed opened her eyes and looked at the Meng’s green account, listening to the noise of the high and low.
For a moment I don't seem to know where I am.

Thanks to Zixing Haoyue, envolis, leelele, and the ice in the south.
The monthly ticket doubled today is over.
From the end of last month to today, everyone has worked hard and everyone has been affected. I am grateful to you today.