Affectionate little lady

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He nodded: "Okay, I'll bake it for you. [Book source www>

She hugged the rabbit tightly, for fear that it would escape.

"Third Prince, do you know Lu Tihat?"

"Lu Tijutsu??" [

"Heh, it's the monk from Kansai, who punched the town... He's been through wine and meat, and the Buddha kept it in his heart, stealing other people's dog meat to eat every day..."

"Such a monk?"

"No, he is very good. He is the only man I like in my Outlaws of the Marsh...Only he looks like a man. He punched Zhen Guanxi to save Jin Cuilian, punched the bully Zhou Tong to save Miss Liu, and set fire to him." Crock Temple rescued those kidnapped women... Unlike Lin Chong, who couldn't even protect his own wife and was almost raped by Gao Yanei, he didn't dare to take revenge. In the end, he was sent to Cangzhou, and he was obedient all his life..."

He has long been used to her strange rhetoric.

She often said some words that no one could understand, and the third prince thought that it was a drama she read from somewhere, so she didn't think it was surprising.

Walking all the way, chattering all the way.

The harvest of this day was actually good, and I saw a wandering muntjac again.The muntjac is very thin. If it was captured by Xia Qiu, it would be at least thirty catties overweight.When the winter comes, not only people lose weight, but even the fat of animals is absorbed by the winter.

She smiled softly, "Third Prince, grab this muntjac...we can eat the meat for days..." It was like someone who kept instigating and finally turned a well-behaved husband into a murderous maniac. vixen.

A pointed branch was thrown out, and the deer fell to the ground.

Shui Lian ran over happily, stretched out her hand, but couldn't lift the deer.The third prince stepped forward and picked up the mule with one hand.

She sighed: "Well, people say that women in troubled times are really useless, maybe there is a reason for that. In this kind of hard work, ten yellow-flowered women are not as good as one dung picker..."

The third prince laughed.

She smiled: "Third Prince, I'm not talking about you, you are not a picker of dung."

He smiled, but his brows furrowed quietly, because the weight of the deer pulled his scar, and blood flowed profusely.Fortunately, she didn't notice that she was wearing thick clothes in winter.

That was the feeling of going home. Along the way, I was so happy.Went to market with a man, came back, lit a fire and cooked.He was carrying all the heavy things, and she was only responsible for empty-handed and following him.