Luo Jia watched her busy in an orderly manner, but the black she wore was a bit incompatible with such green. But, what does it matter? She brought the smell of fireworks into the boiling tea, and he actually felt that this little
As a young person, she looks much better than when she was wearing a white gauze in the temple.
Deep down, he actually hated Bai Bai. The cry of the young lady was still echoing in his ears, so he was secretly happy for her escape.
She said in a dull voice: "Drink tea.
Luojia took it, carefully admired the tea in the stoneware bowl, and drank it in one gulp. The aftertaste was sweet, and the fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth. It seemed that this little man lived his life very well.
Fang Fei stood aside and carefully watched him drink. Demon King, what is Luo Jia doing? Cat playing with mice? She couldn't help but said: "Aren't you afraid of poison?"
He smiled and looked at the big bowl: "My Fang Fei, this bowl of tea is not enough to poison me to death!"
"Huh, don't forget, I'm a doctor!"
He pretended to be surprised: "Is there really such a fragrant poison in the world? If there is, I will die without regrets."
She said bitterly: "Don't be proud. If I can kill Concubine Zuo Shu, I can kill you."
His expression changed and he was very unhappy. He really didn't want to hear her mention this similar topic again.
He stretched out his hand, poured another bowl of tea, and drank it all in one gulp. He didn't know why, but as soon as he got here, he completely let go of his guard, and he never thought about whether she might poison him. How could this little man?
Will it harm myself? Absolutely not.
In fact, not only did the prince believe in her, but he also believed in it. Apart from venting her anger on those dead things, what other evil could this little person dare to do? What's more, all he heard along the way was that she was good.
Her reputation was due to the praise she received from the poor, who regarded her as a living Bodhisattva. These praises were so powerful that he was so honored that he thought she was his little one! Could it be that she was his little one?
Shouldn't I be happy for her?
When he saw her looking around nervously, he asked: "Little one, what are you looking at?"
"snort."
"Are you trying to wait for an opportunity to escape?"