Qiao Hui waited for Empress Xianjin to speak.
Xianjin handed one corner of the quilt to Qiao Hui.
Qiao Hui tucked his hands under the cushion.
"Erlang is a good man." Xianjin said calmly, burying his head in the quilt. "He treats his family and friends well, but he is hard on himself, fearing that the burden is not heavy enough and the road ahead is not steep enough. You two are good friends. If you are willing, you can often give him some comfort."
Qiao Hui's eyes were bright.
This is the third time.
This is the third time he confirmed it.
Nothing ever happens more than three times.
I'm sorry, brother.
Xianjin turned her head and saw Qiao Hui looking at her with sparkling eyes. She slapped her chest in fear and said, "It's so scary! I thought a weasel was looking at me!"
Qiao Hui smiled, revealing six white teeth and a puffed out chest.
Xianjin leaned forward and patted the newly made cotton quilt, then pulled the quilt cover to make it flat, "Go to sleep! You're baring your teeth, making you look more like a weasel!"
The autumn rain sounded all night long.
Xianjin ate too many oranges in the evening and had to get up frequently. He vaguely listened to the sound of rain outside the window and it seemed that there was no sound of rain. He looked at the leak and found that the rain had only lasted about an hour.
Xianjin rubbed his eyes.
Qiao Hui and Zhang's mother can jointly host the weather forecast.
Xianjin was thinking in a daze, passing by the main hall of the west wing, and in a daze he saw the remains of oranges scattered on the table that had not been cleaned up in time.
Xianjin reached out to clean up the things, and when he got to Qiao Hui, he was stunned.
What a big pile of white orange meridians...
Qiao Hui even helped her to sort out the white meridians on the orange petals? ?
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