Sun Ningjun finally smiled.

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

Canghai said: "I don't like Huo Zhao. But Huo Zhao must like me. ”

Sun Ningjun smiled, unable to refute. "It's just that her name is not good, Huo Zhao, Huo Zhao, she brought on herself. ”

Canghai had no choice but to say: "Alas. ”

Sun Ningjun said: "What are you sighing for?"

Canghai didn't seem to answer, but like talking to himself, and muttered with his cheeks: "When I was a child, a fortune teller said that I would be destined to commit peach blossoms in my life, and if I was not careful, I would be planted in the hands of women." ”

Sun Ningjun smiled. Smiled sweetly. "Tang Gongzi probably forgot that there are many women in the 'Daichun Pavilion'. ”

"It's not just 'a lot'," Canghai bent the corners of his lips hard, "so sigh." ”

Sun Ningjun said: "Does your head hurt now?"

Canghai nodded. "It hurts, it hurts. ”

So Sun Ningjun smiled and thought that he had won a game.

"Hey, what's the secret you just said?"

Sun Ningjun squinted at him, "Do you want to hear it now?"

Canghai squinted at her, "Don't you want to talk about it now?"

Sun Ningjun suddenly rushed to the front of the team, a somersault red cloud filled the sky, and he raised his hand on the ground, "Stop the sedan chair!" ”

Canghai looked at her show-off fancy figure, couldn't help but smile, and waved his hand: "You go farther, I want to be quiet." ”

After the women messed with stones, they sat around and made a fire, took dried meat and dried food, and cooked porridge with white rice.

Within the stone circle of the two people in the sea, facing the sea and back to the forest, there is no boat on the sea, there is no fishing fire, only a few waves and the moon, divided by scales. After the fire was finished, Sun Ningjun suddenly smiled mischievously and said, "Please wait a while." ”

Seeing the red yarn flying again, Sun Ningjun jumped in the air and looked back at the sea with a smile, his eyes were gentle and delicate. Several ups and downs disappear into the forest.

Canghai chuckled and shook his head. The heart is beautiful, but it is beautiful, but it is still less than one ten-thousandth compared to Rong Chengche's scum. I don't think well, although that scum is unkind, I can't be unjust, I must deliver the letter before Qingliu takes Huo Zhao back, otherwise he will be nagging and grinding again, and I don't know how to take revenge. Fortunately, Qingliu will not be able to walk fast with an injured pregnant woman.

Sun Ningjun quickly turned around, and when he saw her again, Canghai thought, the person he compared to her was actually Murong, not that scumbag.

"Huh. Canghai smiled at her with a weak heart, and seeing that Sun Ningjun was stunned but happy, he hurriedly cleared his throat and said, "You just caught it?"

"I beat you to death. Sun Ningjun happily raised the pheasant in his hand and shook it in front of Canghai's eyes, "You promised to make roast chicken for me to eat." ”

"Heh," Canghai had to laugh dryly, "you can catch pheasants in this kind of place, and I won't say anything." It's just not ......."

"You want to say that there are no condiments?" Sun Ningjun said with a smile, "You go and see what is in the armrests on both sides of the sedan chair." ”

Canghai Fox opened suspiciously, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw all kinds of seasonings and snacks of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and said with a smile: "These are the original ones in it, but the seal is good, I haven't smelled it at all." He added: "Then what is in the secret compartment of this chair?" Suddenly happy.

Putting down the seat, taking what he needed, he said to Sun Ningjun, "Do you mind if I write a letter to my family?"

Sun Ningjun said: "Is it a relative at home, or is it a beautiful woman?"

Canghai frowned and pursed his lips, and Sun Ningjun said, "Okay, I don't care, I'll do things." ”

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