"What's more, when Ji Changqiu gets married and has children, it's almost self defeating."

Su Ruoyu thinks it is feasible, and a flash of light flashed in his mind: "maybe, I can do something, I can make medicine, can temporarily make the body..."

The two of them discussed in a low voice here, but for a moment they discussed how to make the whole season a long autumn.

Ji Changqiu, who has almost arrived at the shore, does not know that he is in the two people's calculations. Perhaps he is in a good mood because he wants to withdraw his bad engagement immediately.

"Young master, please get on the carriage."

Ji Changqiu, who was in a good mood, did not rush back to the house. He stopped facing his entourage: "go to the teahouse and listen to storytelling. Don't worry about going back."

"Yes."

Ji Changqiu walked slowly along with two attendants. He was thin but slender. He looks cool and handsome, but his face is very pale. He is a sick and weak childe.

Along the way, many people met each other frequently. People who often walk outside know that this is the prime minister. Although he was glad to see him, he did not dare to really come forward. First, his identity was not enough. Second, he was afraid of something, and he could not say clearly.

Tang Guo also came out and swayed for a long time. Knowing that the prime minister's son had broken through Su Ruoyu's embarrassment, he thought the plot was about to happen. She just came to the teahouse to step on it, so that she would not be discredited. She didn't know how to save people.

Moreover, she had to form the habit of going to the teahouse to listen to books every day. It would not be so sudden to save the prime minister.

She has been here for a long time, but she never met Ji Changqiu.

Ji Changqiu can't come several times a month, mainly because the body is not allowed. If the weather is bad, he will never come out. He is afraid of getting sick. As for his body bone, it was a little colder and windier, and it was estimated that he would have to stay in bed.

"A sick beauty indeed."

Tang Guo is sitting in the small compartment of the teahouse. She comes to listen to the book. As the wife of the palace, she has to block it with a screen.

[the host is big. The sick beauty has come in, and now she is in the cubicle next door. Separated by a wall, nervous? ]

"what am I nervous about?" Tang Guo thought of Ji Changqiu's encounter with Su Ruoyu's broken story, and asked, "how does he look? It's not very good to break his fiancee and steal people."

Even if the prime minister doesn't like Su Ruoyu, as a man, no one will be very happy to see such a thing.

[the host is very big. You can't expect that. Although the prime minister looks lonely, I feel that he is in a good mood. There are some smiles in my eyes. I'm enjoying the tea leisurely. I heard that I didn't care so much about Su Ruoyu. ]The weak system says, "he's a little happy, perhaps. ]

"that's interesting," Tang Guo thought for a moment. "It's probably because I knew about the two people. Now I can quit marriage and get rid of a hot potato. I'll be happy."

Most of all, he would not be happy for a few days if there was no host. This boy is very lucky. ]

, is it possible for the big one in the mind to scan all the cute hosts in his mind? I'm glad to see my fiancee stealing, but it's a little like a cute Sao operation.

About half an hour later, the storyteller finished a scene, and Tangguo planned to go back.

Coincidentally, Ji Changqiu also plans to go back. They both walk out of the cubicle and meet. They look at each other and quickly move their eyes elsewhere.