Wan Jiaojiao was happy, she supported her chin with her palms, and her two big eyes flashed the light of worship and said to Li Chen: "His Royal Highness, how do you know so much?"

"Read more."

Li Chen was not good at: "Look at the words that love love and love, and read more useful books. A few days ago, I saw you with a book. I can see it in the palace.

"

Wan Jiaojiao said embarrassedly: "I have read it in the palace long ago. Recently, the trustees went to the outside market to help the slaves on the outside market.

Girls are Huaichun, and there are not so many pastime and entertainment in this era. At most, it is to look at the time to write love stories and Liao Zhai Zhi Yi.

Li Chen did not have too much blame Wan Jiaojiao. When she really liked her, she heard it.

"Send someone to come to Su Zhenting and Su Pingbei, and there is something to discuss with them in this palace."

Nympho

On the banks of the Jinling Qinhuai River, spring rain is solemn, a head wearing a bucket is wearing a coat, and it looks like half a hundred old people who look no different from ordinary fishermen fish.

The green mountain reflection is on the green water. There are several successive rivers or ducks on the quiet river. There are several successive crickets or flowers.

Football came behind the old man.

"480 temples in the south, how many buildings are in the rain."

The age of the coming person is about the same age as the old man fishing. His face had a faint smile on his face, saying: "The smoke and rain in Jinling is two points softened than other parties after all."

The old man who spoke, took a closer look, turned out to be a former Dongge University student who had escaped from the capital, Duan Jinjiang!

The old man who was fishing did not return, and said, "In order to add these two tenderness, the original price of the Holy Ascension will spend a lot of money to discuss this Qinhuai River in Jinling, why do you know why?"

Duan Jinjiang returned: "This incident was not small at first. I also heard that it was the Holy Saint that Jinling was the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, and Wang Qi was too heavy.

Since the Saint could not change the facts, I found a tall person and found an introduction to the Qinhuai River water, dirty the king's qi, to damage the dragon base, so that it can not make the real dragon's strategy. "

"Ten miles of Qinhuai, six dynasties golden powder."

The old man fishing the old man faintly: "In recent years, the Qinhuai River has painted a lot, and the business of Qinglou has become more and more popular. Many scholars and literati are used as the treasured land of romantic and elegant things.

Our sanctuary, if we can still open my eyes to see this scene today, I would definitely be very grateful to the tall person who had given him suggestions. "

Duan Jinjiang arched his hands to the old man and said, "One drink and one peck is settled. Now he is expensive to be the nineteenth five -year respect, but he can only lie on the bed to be a life dead, but the prince is Longpan Jinling.

To go, who is the master in the world, it is not known. "

The old man fishing was not moving, but said blandly: "Just half an hour ago, I received news from Beijing, Junze was dead."

This sentence made Duan Jinjiang's expression condense.

Duan Jinjiang and the old man who was respected as the king of Wen was a reason for each other. It was true that each other was true, political alliances, secret contact, and cooperation for decades.
Chapter completed!