Chapter 16: My little girl 6

The number of warm daggers is yes.
"I heard that you were a princess of Qingguo before. I didn't expect that you would have more things than my princess. It is no wonder that the four uncles will pamper you." Shibuya pulled his mouth like a mockery and asked her, "You can give Am I doing my clothes?"
A few warm warm squinted back: "My embroidered embroidered sisters are good, will make the princess laugh."
"But I want you to do it, are you not willing?" Shibuya looked up at her.
The number was warm for a moment, and he bowed his head. "Tell the princess to wait for some time."
Shibuya nodded. "It doesn't matter, I don't worry, you are coming slowly."
Shibuya sipped tea and chatted with a few words without a word. When he finished drinking tea, he started to talk with the number.
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When Qian Qianmo was going to fight from the military camp, he planned to go home and hit Ning Cheng. He rode the horse and flew from the shooting range and shouted at him: "Hey brother! Hey brother!"
When Qian Qianler stopped the horse, Ning Chengyuan quickly "clicked" and struck the horse. He said: "I heard that my brother is not coming to the military camp tomorrow. Where are you going to play, bring me? ?"
Qian Qianmo's tone is very mild: "Go to Yulin College."
Ning Chengyuan’s face is a sneaky expression.
Really? Going to the place where the literary genre is doing, what fun?

晟 Thousands of inks gently lick the lips: "Go?"
Ning Chengyuan shook his head in disgust: "I won't go!"
"There are still things?" 晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
Ning Cheng swayed and shook his head, and some were blind.
Before he even reacted to what he had, he saw that Qian Qianmo had gone. Ning Chengyuan had a illusion that he had to go to Yulin Academy, so his mood seemed to be very good.
It’s terrible!
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After returning to the palace, Qian Qianmo went to the bookstore.
On each of these two days, he could see a few warm readings in the bookstore, and occasionally write and write.
However, this time he pushed open the door of the bookstore, but did not see the warmth of the people, but the book was read over the table, and the thousands of ink went over, picked it up, and quietly swept a few Page, what Yu Guangjian saw, a finger, slowly flipped the letter sandwiched in the page, and pulled it out.
He glanced.
The half-open door was pushed open, and a few warm hands were holding the newly-changed new tea. When I saw that Qian Qian was coming back, I had to pour tea for him, but Qian Qianmo threw the letter at her feet, faintly: "what is this?"
The first reaction to the number of warmth was to squat down, lowering his head, and the small hand carefully picked up the letters at his feet and saw the words on the envelope, which was vaguely related to the demise of the Qing Dynasty.
"The number is not warm."
Qian Qianmo looked down on her indifference: "The purpose of letting you come to the bookstore is to hope that you can read more books, not to let you think about where you shouldn't move."
When the number of warmth raised his head and wanted to explain something, Qian Qianmo quietly ordered: "Go out and squat."
The number of warmth lingered on the ground for a while, then lowered his head and sighed with a nasal sound, and silently retreated.
A few warmths were outside the palace, and it was until late at night.
There are so many palaces and people in the palace, and the number of warmth is so squatting outside the palace. It will naturally be seen, and it will inevitably be pointed at by those people. After all, the number of warmth has always entered the shackles of a slave country. The palace, now she is petting and angering, and it makes a lot of people laugh in the back.