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But Master Jia refused without hesitation.

Later, there was a frying pan in the princess mansion.

blah blah blah!

The three teacups were gloriously shattered, and Changsun Quan came out angrily.

Behind him was Xincheng who was squatting and crying, "Xiao Jia refused to help, that's exactly what happened..."

Changsun Quan found a place to drink and got drunk.

A hand grabbed his shoulder.

"roll!"

Chang Sun Quan poured a glass of wine with his backhand.

The people behind him didn't move, "My husband called you."

Changsun Quan turned around and saw that it was Yang Shui, the steward of Changsun Wuji.

Yang Shui didn't wipe off the alcohol on his face, but said lightly: "Go quickly."

"Yes."

Later, Changsun Quan met his cousin Changsun Wuji at Changsun Wuji's home.

"The old man is on leave today."

Changsun Wuji was making tea.

Put the tea leaves in the teacup and pour boiling water to brew.

Changsun Wuji hesitated for a moment, "You said you want to wash the tea? Try it."

Pour out this tea, and then brew it.

Changsun Wuji brought the teacup to his nose and took a deep breath, "It's really wonderful."

Changsun Quan's mentality exploded, and he just confided, "The princess said that the emperor asked me to go to Mobei, what is there to do in Mobei? A group of lunatics, a group of useless people... Even the Turks are far away from Mobei..."

Changsun Wuji took a sip of tea and asked lightly, "I advise you to agree."

"It's going to be five years." Changsun Quan said with a sneer, "She said that... because she wanted to avoid me because of conflicts with me. Hmph, this woman, turn her back and give her a cold shoulder for a while."

"Just think it through."

Changsun Wuji waved his hand, and Changsun Quan resigned.

There was no one in the room, Changsun Wuji looked deeply, "Pheasant slave, do you want this old man to retire?"

……

"Xincheng was crying so sadly, I asked why but refused to say."

Gao Yang chirped like a lark.

Of course, it would be better if you don't take a breather.

Jia Pingan felt like an orange.

It died down later.

"I will definitely be able to conceive a child this time!"

Gao Yang still stubbornly maintained that posture.

"Let's go, okay?"

Jia Pingan really didn't want to turn her into a paranoid, otherwise Gao Yang would fall into a trap of guilt just by osmosis.

"No!"

Gao Yang stubbornly shook his head.

Snapped!

Gao Yang was annoyed, and then... blushed.

"I've said it before, children are fate, and if you are entangled in children, you are entangled in yourself."

Gao Yang let go of his hand, turned around and lay down on the bed, his body trembling slightly.

"Hey! What the hell is going on here!"

Jia Pingan sighed.

"Or...they say my husband can do it."

Gao Yang bowed his head, his voice was a little buzzing, "Lang Jun, give me a trick."

Fuck!

"I won't do anything."

Jia Pingan wants to die!

"Will do."

Gao Yang's desperate voice sounded like a whimper.

"So what if you don't have kids?"

Jia Pingan felt depressed.

Doesn't she smell good alone?

Giving birth to a human is like cutting leeks, if you don’t want to cut them, you don’t have to cut them!

"Husband!"

Gao Yang grabbed his leg.

Jia Pingan was melancholy and said, "Sit down!"

Gao Yang sat down.

This girl is clearly lively and fragrant!