Li Chunjun walked on the corridor with his arms folded across his chest.
Lin Xiaoke walked towards me, wearing a long purple dress, elegant and refined.
"Brother Li." Lin Xiaoke saluted and nodded with a smile. She had almost exhausted all the remaining poison, but there was still a touch of paleness on her exquisite cheeks, which made her look a little weak.
Li Chunjun nodded and said hello briefly.
The two passed by each other.
But Li Chunjun suddenly remembered something and stopped:
"Lin Tiannu is going to look for Zhao Wuyang?"
"Exactly."
"He...maybe not very convenient." Li Chunjun coughed dryly.
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Zhao Wujiang is very convenient now.
He just had to lie still.
Sisters Jing'er and Lin would whip him, as if they would not give up until they captured him.
After just one or two exhibitions of tea, the battle gradually became more intense, and Zhao Wujiang suffered an old crime.
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Lin Xiaoke got the reason from Li Chunjun.
It turned out that it was his sister Linlang who had not seen Zhao Wuyan for one day, and they were reminiscing about old times as if it had been three autumns.
If she went at this time, she would probably be disturbed.
She could only sit on the stone benches on both sides of the corridor and wait quietly.
In fact, she had nothing to do. She just wanted to check whether her remaining poison had been eliminated. After all, Zhao Wuyang had good medical skills.
She pinched a corner of her dress with her slender fingers, her mind racing with thoughts and pictures flashing.
Li Chunjun told her that after about two cups of tea, Zhao Wuyang would have some free time.
She didn't know where Li Chunjun got such a time.
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This time is carefully calculated by me.
Li Chunjun has returned to his room, looking proud of having discovered all the truth in the world.
If Zhao Wujiang, the empress and Linlang of the Qingqiu Fox Clan were just flirting with each other, they would have said goodbye in less than two cups of tea.
Even if you don't say goodbye, you will still have some time to spare. There can't be endless things to say, right?
As for how much firewood Zhao Wujiang and the three of them had, the two cups of tea were enough.
After all, a man as powerful as Li Chunjun only had time for two cups of tea.
Zhao Wujiang was fighting one against two. Under normal circumstances, it would take half of the time for the two cups of tea to be chopped off, leaving only one cup of tea.
Therefore, after Li Chunjun's careful, accurate, flawless and flawless deduction, the time for two cups of tea was completely sufficient.
It will neither embarrass Zhao Wujiang nor keep Lin Xiaoke waiting for a long time.
No matter what, Lin Xiaoke has not recovered yet and is considered an injured person.
I am as good as I am... Li Chunjun rubbed his beloved sword and sighed slightly.
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High-end ingredients often require only the simplest cooking methods.
Master Zhao, who had been busy with two cups of tea, decided to give it to everyone.
Those who like food are happy and give back to Master Zhao.
Master Zhao recalled this taste many years later and said something with a profound aftertaste:
"This is the taste of salt, the taste of mountains, the taste of wind, the taste of sunshine, but also the taste of time and the taste of lovers.
For example, on a midsummer night, the salted pineapples sold on the street are fresh and slightly salty, and slightly astringent and delicious.
It's just on the tip of the tongue, and then in the heart, we can hardly tell whether this moment is a taste or a feeling. "
There is a memoir in his mind, and the name of this chapter is "Jinger and Sister Lin on the Bite of the Tongue".
Some things are not done by humans but only by God.
But people are doing it, and Lin Xiaoke is watching.
She looked at the closed door and couldn't hear any sound inside.
But as a Qingqiu fox demon, she smelled a hint of filth.
Little did he know that the scenery in the room was just right, with the male fox hugging the female fox's waist and the enchanting female emperor.
