"Do you have any unspeakable questions to ask? Uncle Liu Hao."
Hard to say?
"Nonsense again!" Although she occasionally heard some insightful words from her, in Liu Hao's mind she was in a state of "nonsense" most of the time.
"Then why didn't you ask again? I'm fully prepared to answer your questions."
"Ahem...that piece of jade...?" Liu Hao clenched his hand into a fist and put it to his lips. He asked a little hesitantly, hesitating on how to say it. He didn't know what was wrong with him. "Dou Yacai's piece of jade..."
It was dangling in front of his eyes all day long, causing dark circles under his eyes. Facing Zhao Nan's concerned gaze every day, he had to make up some high-sounding rhetoric. He read "Historical Records" the day before yesterday, and "Zi Zhi" yesterday.
"Tongjian", it's time to watch "Spring and Autumn" today.
"Are you talking about my piece of jade?" Just as Liu Huang blushed and struggled with how to speak, Dou Yacai took out the jade from his arms and shook it between the two of them.
Ga? Before the redness on Liu Hao's face faded away, he saw the piece of inferior rough jade held in Dou Yacai's hand.
"Is this the piece?"
"...No, this is not what I am saying. What I am saying is..."
"You obviously said...'that piece of jade'..."
"Which piece of jade?"
"This piece of jade!" Dou Yacai raised her jade to a centimeter in front of Liu Yan's eyes.
"This king is talking about my own jade, which my father gave me." Liu Hao stretched out his long legs, straightened his waist, lifted up his robe with his big hand, and took out the jade hanging at his waist.
Dou Yacai retracted her hand angrily. At this time, Liu Huan looked like an arrogant upstart in her eyes.
Compared with his white jade, her piece of jade is really "a small jade that looks like a big jade". His piece of jade is white in color, pure in texture, delicate in texture, and has a moist luster. It is the highest quality variety among Hetian jade.
"Then why is my jade with you? Xiao Niba said that you picked it up when we were in Yifeng Tower, but you didn't return it to me in time." This is what Dou Yacai is puzzled by.
"...Ahem...this thing is too low-level, so naturally I don't take it to heart."
"Oh." So that's the case, this statement makes sense, "Uncle Liu Hao, you'd better marry Sister Biyu."
As she was thinking about it, she brought the topic back to his marriage.
"Give me a reason."
"Reason? Reason... Handsome men and beautiful women are the best combination."
"Where are Wu Yan Nu and King Xuan of Qi? Wu Yan is a poor-looking orphan girl. She was born with a deep-set head, deep eyes, long fingers, a big nose and throat, a fat neck and few hairs, a bent waist and chest, and a skin like paint.
People are afraid of her, and when she is over forty, she is not only homeless, but even has no place to live. But she is married to the handsome and handsome King Xuan of Qi."
"That...Sister Biyu is very versatile."
"It is virtue for a woman to have no talent."
"You are handsome and charming."
"Just a piece of shit."
Uncle Liu Hao responded fluently to Omagadi and could not be dealt with using traditional methods.
"We are so destined. Considering our fate, you should also consider me. If Sister Biyu cannot marry you in this life, I will have to be a cabbage for the rest of my life." If I can't go back to modern times and be Dou Xiaosu.
, of course she said this with all her heart.
"We are destined? How can we see it?"
"Well, look, what do you call this thing?" Dou Yacai picked up a cup on the table and asked.
"cup."
"I also call it cup."
"What about this? What do you call it?"
"Bronze mirror."
"I also call it the Bronze Mirror."
"And this one?"
"vase."
"That's right, I also call it vase. Uncle Liu Hao, haven't you understood yet? Cup, bronze mirror, vase, we all called it the same name by coincidence. Isn't this fate?" Dou Yacai blinked.
The innocent goldfish eyes said seriously.
o(╯□╰)o
Men are fickle.
Dou Yacai propped up her chin and looked at the back of Liu Hao, who was talking peacefully. After hearing what she said about "fate", he left angrily and thought -
Men are fickle in their hearts, but women are fickle in their faces.