Ji Changqiu frowned. What can I do?
Can't you see it?
Why didn't he even start? For Su Ruoyu to seek such an identity, isn't he waiting for them to collapse?
Otherwise, his father would have arranged for someone to kill Su Ruoyu. After all, Su Ruoyu hurt him, his father is not so easy to give up.
Not two days later, people in the prime minister's residence found that their childe had a hobby, sitting in his study and writing stories.
They don't know what words to describe them.
In short, these stories are just one word, vulgar, but they are very attractive. If you look at an opening, you want to see the back.
Ji Changqiu's entourage, who helps to sort out the stories, is very excited every day. The story written by Mr. Ji Changqiu is more wonderful than that of the storyteller in the teahouse.
After the prime minister knew this, he couldn't help turning his eyes at the position of Chaoji Changqiu's study: "the stinky boy with many patterns."
"But it seems that the boy is much better than he was in the last few months." Especially in the recent diagnosis, doctors say that if you keep it well, you won't be short-lived. Listen to that, it's not difficult to live an ordinary person's life.
Thinking of this question, the prime minister couldn't help asking Ji Changqiu about it.
He went into the study and read two short stories. If you want more dog blood, there will be more dog blood. However, people can't turn their eyes off. It is really suitable for the kind of story told by the teahouse.
Good intentions, boy.
He deserves to be his son.
What you want, you have to work hard to find a way, even if you can't do something on the surface, look at people.
"Dad?"
"Well," the prime minister nodded, "how is your health recently?"
"Not bad."
To his son, the prime minister did not give up the crook and asked for his own ideas.
When Ji Changqiu heard the words, he said with a faint smile: "it should be the medicine that Princess Ding gave me that worked. It is said that she brought it back from beiwangguo. Although it can't cure a child's disease, it can reduce half of the pain. "
On hearing this, the prime minister felt that he was right to encourage his son to pursue the people he liked.
Such a good girl should deserve his son.
The prime minister patted Ji Changqiu on the shoulder: "you boy, show yourself well, let others see the men of Daqi, not all of them are Helian Feng."
"It's a good story. When it's sent to the teahouse, dad will help you publicize. In the Ding Wang mansion, dad has two nails that he doesn't need."
Ji Changqiu: "thank you, Dad."
(two nails in Ding Wang's residence: therefore, our existence is not to do any damage in the Ding palace or to inquire about any secrets, but to help the prime minister attract Princess Ding's attention and let her go to the teahouse to listen to books
A few days later, Tangguo really heard a new story in the teahouse. Even red dates would say something in her ear. It is said that those new stories are very interesting.
The system can't help but add: "the host is your family. In order to attract you, I spent the last few days at home writing stories, which was affirmed by the prime minister. I didn't tell you before. I think it's only when this happens that I can give you a surprise. 】
"jujube, stop talking, go and listen to the story."
Sure enough, Tang Guo's carriage just arrived at the teahouse, just as Ji Changqiu's carriage arrived. They nodded to each other, pretending they were not familiar with each other and went to their original cubicle.
Ji Changqiu is a little nervous. I don't know the story. Can she see it?
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