Chapter 213: Because I like warmth, 17

A few warmers have found a few blacksmiths to inquire about the market. It is worth mentioning here that several famous blacksmith shops in Beichuan have many years of experience, and they all know the number of warmth. They all know that Beichuan was her year. manor. The most important point is that the number of warmth is not clear. After the Qing Dynasty was extinguished, the Southern Dynasties recovered Beichuan but did not make it difficult for Beichuan people. Most people in Beichuan knew that the Southern Dynasty generals had a relationship with the Qing Princess. Therefore, when the number of warmth returned to Beichuan to say that it was going to develop in Beichuan, many people raised their hands to support it, which also laid a foundation for human resources.
A few warm hearts have a direction, and there is no such thing as she grows up. She went back and made a detailed plan. The next day she went to the city to inspect and wanted to find a suitable place to buy it. In order to open the business.
But this is difficult to say, it is not simple to say, a few warm and Xuan nine ran a day to find a good two or two strongholds.
When I didn't have time to go back to the government in the afternoon, I called two bowls of oysters at the outside stall. I ate and listened to the pros and cons of Xuan Jiu's several strongholds. After listening to it for a while, she gave advice: "I think it is better to get closer to Longmen Street. People from other places have entered the city. First, they have to go through Longmen Street, and they can be known to a certain extent."
Xuan nodded nine times: "I also think."
"Then, let's just wait, let's go and put it down."
Xuan Jiu should have come down.
There is no need to use chopsticks when eating warm things. Her left hand does not really take good chopsticks, and when it is slow to eat, she takes a small spoon and a small mouth and sends it to her mouth.
Xuan Jiu saw it and thought of something: "Princess, or you will go back to rest soon, the store thing will be handed over to me, the doctor said that this day is cold, your right hand is not good. It’s not good to be careful to drop the root cause."
The number was warm and simmered, and I ate a hot soup. After a while, I gently whispered, and did not force my body.
However, she plans to go to the street to buy some snacks to go back.
Therefore, after separating from Xuanjiu, I went to the street and bought a few snacks, and did not hold back a small bag of glutinous rice cake on the road, biting a small mouth, or the taste of childhood.
She remembers that Xuan Jiu also likes to eat this, so she warms up and eats and folds back to tell the owner of the vendor to pack another one.
The boss who sells the glutinous rice cake is an old man who recognizes her identity, but also knows that now that the Qing dynasty has perished, she has not called her princess, but she is quite kind and polite to give her a few glutinous rice cakes.
"Pack a glutinous rice cake."
If you immerse yourself in the mellow voice of the wine, with a cold sound line, it will ring on the top of your head.
The number of warmth was a little stiff, she turned and looked up.
Standing behind him, the man was tall and straight, dressed in black with a light gold-coloured brocade, and his body was covered with a black mane collar, which made him look handsome, and his eyebrows looked like a glacier all year round. Cold and ruthless, the years seem to have only taken away a trace of his youth, the other is as old as ever.
She looked at him and had not spoken for a long time.
He also stared at the warmth and looked at his eyes.
Until the boss’s call broke the cold silence between the two.
A few warm hands took over the packaged glutinous rice cake. He seemed to have slowed down. He reached out and took the things in her hand. The voice was still low: "I will take it."