Chapter 219: Because I like warmth 23

A few warm touched the nose, rubbed his eyelashes and left with him.
Going back to the road, Jing Che said: "Look for a few things that can be managed and stay in the business and casting fields. If there is anything you can directly report to you, you don't have to run back and forth."
The number warmed up and nodded. I just wanted to say it, but I didn’t hold back a sneeze. I licked my nose and finished talking.
Jing Che did not say anything, but when she returned to the government, she went to pick up a bowl of soup to let her drink hot. After drinking soup, the body was warmer.
"What to eat?"
The number of warmth sucked the nose, thought of something, shouted at him: "drawing sweet potatoes!"
Jing Che still looked dull: "Is not enough to eat, what else?"
The number of warmth said two dishes that I loved, and the mirror was ready to go.
Soon, Jing Che took a few meals she loved all. Chen Bo took a look and saw the sweet potato. He shook his head and smiled: "It is not good to always eat these sweets."
Jing Che took the tableware to her, faintly said: "She likes to eat."
The number of warmth did not hold back and tasted a bit of sweet-skinned sweet potato, and the corner of the mouth slightly upturned, sweetly said: "Good."
"Ache, do the blue fruit next time." Just enough to eat, the number of warmth began to remember the next meal.
Jing Che still indulges her: "Good."
Chen Bo shook his head and sighed: "It’s best to let Ache wait for you every day."
The number is warm enough to touch the nose and say: "It seems to be good."
The mirror is unspoken: "Don't dream, go drink the medicine."
Jing Che worried that her right hand would fall on what is the root of the disease. These days, the doctor has been asked to prescribe medicine.
Although the number of warmth is afraid of drinking medicine, but for his right hand can be better, or endure the discomfort of drinking medicine.
It was night, and after the business was closed, Xuanji was so tired that he didn’t want to get up on the counter.
The number of warmth on the side of the account is counted in the books, while Xuan Jiu said: "I plan to find a few things on these two days."
Wen Yan, Xuan Ji finally got a little spirit, and nodded and said: "I agree, this has to hurry!"
Xuan Jiu said, slowly lifted his head from the counter and looked at the number of warm openings that were still being settled. "Princess, did Ache say when to go?"
The number warmed and shook his head, but he said with a self-knowledge: "The war in the Southern Dynasties is tight, he will not stay here for too long."
Wen Yan, Xuan Jiu quite lost the floor, "Oh," said, "How long have we not reunited..."
Suddenly, the number of warmth stopped the movements on his hands. After a short silence, he said: "There are opportunities to meet later."
Xuan Ji knocked on the counter. "Princess, you said... Why did Ache become a general of the Southern Dynasty?"
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On this day, someone on the other side of the messenger took a letter to the military camp, saying that there was something to report to the king.
This is the case. Before that, there was a command from the messenger to the messenger. As soon as he received a warm letter, he handed it directly to his hand.
This is not, after a lapse of many days, the messenger has really received a letter from a far north of Beichuan.
When Qian Qianhan heard the news of a few warmth, there was a moment when he was silent and couldn’t say anything.
It’s probably too long... I haven’t seen the little girl for too long.
It was he who let her go.
It is also the news that he is waiting for her secretly.
A small and neat word on the letterhead, a slightly stiff handwriting - Wen Zhizhi