Chapter 609: Warm treasure, I hurt 259

Until they went out of the military camp, they couldn’t help but take a breath.
The number of warmth turned to look at him inexplicably: "What happened to you?"
"Can I say that I have been used to the resilience of the king for more than three months, and thought that he was such a cold and incomprehensible person... I didn't expect..." The more you think, the more you feel magical, the one who is a war general. When the next order is incomparably cold, it is as scary as on the battlefield. It is such a person, there is such a tender and watery side, and, most importantly, it is the posture of a little girl like a warm one.
Wen Zhi smiled and smiled. He looked back at the warmth and took a few points: "You didn't think much more."
It is said that the number of warm earlobes has gradually become red, and I can’t help but lick my eyes and know why. I am still very embarrassed.
After all, it is one thing that she can make troubles in her arms and it is another matter to be teased by her classmates.
The peers of Bailing were originally a bit restrained, but when they heard Wen Zhi and Yu Yue talked about the warmth and the feelings of the king, they couldn’t help but bend their lips. Obviously they also envied the warmth and the king.
She bent her lips and looked down at the mirror.
As always, the indifferent eyes, the neckline is tight and beautiful, but it is so stretched that the outline of the face gives a very cold and distinct feeling.
Bailing feels... mirror brother... not happy.
Also, it is related to the number of warmth.
But if you want to think about anything else, she can't figure it out, and she won't think too well.
......
Perhaps because of the victory in the South, the streets of the two days are full of lights, and the streets are bustling.
They met a poetry meeting on the road. They said that they had to go in and make a few poems. They had to accompany them.
After all, the three of them are students from the same college. They should only write poems. It is naturally no problem for them. Jing Che is a person who has read poetry since childhood. Such a thing is for him. It is not difficult.
A few poems have been won, and many people have won the applause of the poetry.
Braun followed those people to clap their hands, and they were amazed and amazed, but could not understand the meaning of those verses.
She seems to see the gap between her and those who are high.
After coming out of the poetry meeting, Yan Yue sighed: "The number is warm, I thought that if you entered the Shangdao, you would not read the sage book. I didn't expect the realm between the lines to be a bit high."
"You don't forget, the number of students who were the first in the college in the year of the warmth." Wen Zhi could not help but laugh at the Yue.
"Oh, I am underestimating the number of warmth." The more he touched his head and looked at the mirror with curiosity, "The poems of the Generals of the Mirror are all written in the country, very deep."
The mirror is faint: "Thank you."
The number of warmth rushed and blinked more and more: "A lot of things are also taught by Achu when I was a child."
"Hey, show off."
"Oh, it will be displayed." The number of warmth is such a kind of person who is as close as a brother, and it is so powerful, naturally it must be displayed.
The mirror faintly smiled and glanced at the warmth, blaming the faint road: "Children."
The number of warmth has not been so happy for a long time, and now it is completely liberated from the previous mental tension, and with the youthfulness and enthusiasm, it is natural to take advantage of this opportunity to relax and relax.
The number of warmth remembers that Bailing did not eat too much on the banquet, so he took Bailing to eat a lot of local snacks.