The flower eyes on the street were a little heavy. After a long time, he put the matter behind him and asked, "how much food is left in the small granary in the east of the village and in the store?"
Qin Lin went to check it himself. He was most clear in his heart and told the truth. The general meaning was that all the grain could only last five days.
The flowers on the street and the willow eyebrows were locked together, and the eyes were slightly worried.
Just when she was worried, a few cool Yingrun fingertips gently covered her frowning eyebrows, relaxed the wrinkles of her eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "you are not good-looking at all."
Mo Shanghua raised her eyes, but Yan Beicheng was frowning at her. The color of her eyes was clear, and the color of her eyes was subtle.
He opened his robe and sat down beside the flower on the street. His fingertips still stayed between her eyebrows. "What? Are you worried about the granary? "
Mo Shanghua turned her head unnaturally and avoided his hand. The waves in her eyes rose slightly, but she was soon pressed down again. "The grain in the granary can support for five days, and the grain outside Yuzhou City has not been negotiated well. Even if the negotiation is completed, it is unlikely that the grain will be transported in a few days. At least, it will take five days."
As for the purchase of grain from the city, most of them are in the hands of Qian Lin, and most of the other grain merchants are on the same front with Qian Lin, so it is impossible to negotiate.
Think of here, she just was smooth eyebrow is light Cu and rise.
Yan Beicheng took the trouble to smooth her brow again. He took the flower's shoulder off and put her in his arms. "Although I'm not interested in these things, I know something about them. Why don't you go and solicit the small grain merchants in the city first, and see if you can collect them sporadically for a few days. "
"It can only be so fast." The flower on the street is delicate and thin, and the chin is light. There is a touch of thoughtful color between the water eyes.
Although Yan Beicheng didn't mean to be casual, it was a way. She could try it.
Waiting for her to do the next thing in her heart, she felt that she was stopped by Yan Beicheng.
Although there is no dishonest action, but since that day's event, Mo Shanghua and his distance is so close, he felt unnatural, quickly broke away from his arm, stood up.
But don't want to, this touched the wound of Yan Beicheng instead, pain of he bared his teeth and grinned, for a long time just slow over, full face grievance of looking at her, "princess, you incredibly don't love this king, so hard, really hurt this king."
With that, he quickly covered his arm with a look of pain and grievance.
His strange wronged eyes stare at the flower quilt on the street. There is a sense of guilt in his heart. He feels at a loss. "I, I forgot for a moment. Are you ok? Let me see. There's a tear in the wound
Said, the delicate white fingers on his belt, want to help him untie clothes, check the wound.
His fingertips just touched his belt, and he was immediately gripped by his slender big palm. The radian of his lips was a bit evil. "In public, does Princess Ai want to undress the king?"
Said, He Mou light meaning has pointed of looked at Qin Ya Qin Lin.
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