He pointed to the wine jar in the corner of the courtyard. Sun Fuling shook her head: "You smell too much. Be careful if you drink too much and you won't be able to get up tomorrow. We'll have tea instead of the bar."

With that said, she went back to the house to get some tea and an iron kettle, and then jumped over the wall.

"This is a gift from a student. Her family is a tea farmer in Chipa Baiyuan. She gave me the first batch of spring tea picked in the garden this year."

He Lingchuan moved the stove into the courtyard and set up water to make tea.

"You've heard a lot of rumors about the relocation order in the city these days, right?"

"Yes, there are discussions everywhere." Sun Fuling sat down and said, "I didn't expect that the monarch would rather take the risk and accept aid from a foreign country. It is clear that we are not at the end of our rope yet."

"Not yet?"

"No, there are at least two lines of King Qin's troops near the capital, as well as the Royal Forest Guards." Sun Fuling said lightly, "It boasts of unparalleled combat power, but I don't think it's very good. Otherwise, why not use it at this time?"

"After all, it is the capital of the country. These forces have to defend the capital fortress, so they can't take the initiative to go out and suppress the enemy, right?"

"These armies haven't fought in 20 or 30 years. Who knows if they can still fight."

He Lingchuan knew that the residents of Panlong, including herself, hated their mother country, so he quickly changed the topic and told some anecdotes from usual times.

Sun Fuling also shared the daily life in Shuqin Academy.

As we chatted, the night got darker.

The street preaching ended long ago. The road outside was quiet, and no footsteps passed by for a long time.

At this moment, there was a strange noise coming from the neighbor's house.

The bungalow in the market place was too small, and the sound insulation effect was poor, so every sound reached their ears without missing a beat.

He Lingchuan thought of the ventriloquist performances he heard in Shihuan City, but they didn't seem to be this intense. The quality of the neighbor's bed wasn't very good either, and it squeaked hoarsely.

Sun Fuling's smile slowly faded.

Creaky.

The two looked at each other in silence, neither knowing what to say.

Creaky.

Why did you choose this night? He Lingchuan listened carefully for a few times and realized that the guy next door has a good waist and is not as short as he looks on the surface.

People cannot be judged by their appearance.

I saw some people saying that the coins given by Changpian were not generous enough, only a few thousand. Well, this can only be blamed on Diian Niang. The recognition and distribution of rewards are all done by Dian Niang. It is a benefit it provides to everyone, not the author. So.

You can pick it up as you like, I won't feel any pain.

There are not many reviews at the moment, and everyone who writes them has contributed. A long review costs tens of dollars, which is equivalent to Dian Niang paying for everyone to read the book for a month and a half, which is actually quite cost-effective.

I read that there are many children's shoes with fantastic ideas in the chapter reviews, why don't I just give them a few thumbs up?

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