Nie Xiaoman also smiled, clearly agreeing with Jing Mo's opinion. Then the conversation between the two shifted to something else.

The two played until dark, and then they counted the crows and returned home. After returning home, the two leaned against the window, drank a little local wine from Hangzhou, ate the famous local West Lake vinegar fish, and talked freely until the moon hung on the heart of heaven, and then fell asleep. Jing Mo expected that he would be able to sleep soundly that night like the previous night, but he actually disappointed Jing Mo. Jingmo slept on the bed, tossing and turning, but couldn't close his eyes. Maybe it's people who don't drink a lot of alcohol on weekdays, and after a few sips, the wine will play in their stomachs?

Jing Mo's ears could hear someone walking on the floor......

Chapter 770 of "The Imperial History of the Gluttonous Cat Metropolitan Inspectorate" The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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