Chapter 164 Guigu Trio

None of them wanted to stay in Jingguo for long. They just wanted to sign the treaty and leave quickly. However, the actual signing date of the treaty was not until two days later.

Junlin made a gesture and Minghe handed a copy of the treaty document in his hand to each of the four people.

"Please take it home and examine it carefully. If there are any problems, we can discuss it together at any time. If there are no problems, how about signing it in two days?"

Several kings have already stood up and are leaving one after another.

"I have no objection."

"I agree."

"Then Emperor Jing will see you in two days."

The three kings left cleanly, flicking their sleeves, and Minghe also left. Wen Suili still sat leisurely in the main seat and drank tea.

Jun Lin raised her eyebrows slightly, walked over to get a brand new set of tea sets and started to make tea. She was very skilled and soon the faint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, causing Wen Suili to pause.

The man looked up at the orange-red tea, then at his own yellow-green Biluochun tea. He asked in surprise, "What kind of tea is this?"

Jun Lin took out a new set of tea sets and continued to make tea: "I just made black tea, which is what Senior Brother likes to drink. He should be here soon."

Jun Lin was right. The ministers over there had already greeted the King of Yue. She now held the folded ebony folding fan against her lips, with a sparkling smile in her beautiful red phoenix eyes, and walked calmly into the hall.

"That's right. I think Junior Brother has been drinking black tea for a long time."

The minister was not polite and took the tea away unconsciously, sitting down next to Wen Suili with a comfortable expression.

There was a small table between the two of them. Jun Lin was standing in front of the table continuing to make tea, and the three of them formed a triangle.

Wen Suili suddenly felt that the Biluochun in his hand no longer smelled good. He frowned slightly and put the cup in his hand on the table silently without saying a word.

Seeing this, the ministers were distracted by the aroma of tea in Jun Lin's hand before they could even tease Wen Suili.

He snorted slightly, inhaling the faint aroma of bean curd in the air. The official felt that the black tea in his hand was no longer fragrant, so he slowly put it on the table and asked in confusion, "Why did you brew another pot of Longjing?"

But Junlin was too busy. She first brewed Biluochun for Wen Suili and prepared black tea for Gongqing. Now she was contentedly drinking Longjing tea with her eyes closed. The comfortable, fresh and sweet taste around her taste buds made her body and mind relax: "Of course I drink it myself."

Like a cat sleeping contentedly on the rooftop in the afternoon, basking in the sun, the ending tone also has a hint of laziness: "I've taken good care of you, can't I enjoy myself?"

The minister smiled and said, "That's amazing."

It's amazing! There are only three people living in the tiny Guigu, and you still managed to create a separation of powers.

Wen Suili just felt a headache: "Don't think too much."

Don't think too much. Although Xiaoqing is in Yue State, I am in Xueyu, and you are in Jing State, we are still a family after all. There is no point in having separation of powers.

Jun Lin was a little unhappy. She was unhappy that a Jing citizen went to assist the King of Yue. She was also unhappy that Wen Suili's identity as the high priest had been kept secret from her for so many years.

So she squinted her eyes and kicked Gong Qing's calf in annoyance, and called Guigu's chef: "Go, make me a plate of braised fish. It's so delicious."

Gong Qing blinked slowly at her, and the skin on his calf that she had kicked itched like a cat's paw: "Okay."

I've already drunk the tea, so there's no reason to refuse it.

Seeing that Gongqing agreed, Junlin's expression improved, and he suddenly turned around to look at Wen Suili.

Wen Suili was startled, her whole body tensed up under her slightly gloomy gaze. A pair of blue eyes under the slightly curly silver hair looked back at her uneasily, and her voice was soft and gentle: "Do you need me to do something?"

What do you need to do?

That's really not necessary.

She is worried about whatever you do.

Gongqing and she were not on good terms, and neither was Wen Suili. As a result, in the man's somewhat fearful and expectant eyes, Jun Lin put the teacup back into his hands and coaxed him, "Be good, go drink tea."

Wen Suili's hands were shaking so much when he took the teacup that he spilled some tea. The minister beside him smiled disrespectfully, which made him even more helpless.

Wen Suili felt aggrieved and thought that his life skills were completely useless, and Junlin had to bear most of the responsibility.

The minister was overjoyed, but Jun Lin pinched his arm as a warning: "What are you laughing at? Go cook for me."

The nobles joked: "This is really outrageous. Now that we have entered your territory, you really act like a local tyrant."

Jun Lin grinned: "What do you want to say, you, a powerful dragon, can't defeat a local snake like me?"

She pushed his shoulder and rushed out.

Gongqing kept walking, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his voice sounded teasing: "How do you know if you can suppress it if you don't try it?"

"Hey, the sun is still hot. Okay, we'll meet at the arena after dinner."

"You reckless man, can you think of anything else besides fighting?"

"What are you pretending to be? You?"

“That’s not impossible.”

Wen Suili: “…”

When these two disciples were together without any outsiders around, their IQ dropped by at least half. Not only were they childish, they also loved to argue. At a glance, they both looked to be three and a half years old.

Wen Suili shook his head helplessly and resigned himself to following behind the two men, keeping watch, fearing that a fight would really break out. After all, they were not the only ones who would fight over a disagreement.

Actually?

In fact, in the eyes of dukes and ministers and Junlin, Wen Suili is not even three and a half years old.

It's like being followed by a little tail, anxious but unable to come up with a practical solution, so I can only run after them, shouting: "Stop fighting, stop fighting, no matter how hard you hit me, I can't stop fighting!"

The Guigu trio.

Here comes a bad-tempered fighter.

The bomber nobles will only get worse in temper.

The New Year's gift is of no use at all.

The components of Guigu are:

Two bad-tempered little brats + a useless snack

As soon as he opened the door and stepped out of the house, Jun Lin and Gong Qing were instantly two meters apart.

One is the graceful and noble Emperor Jing.

One is a young man of clear and elegant appearance.

The two men were very noble, they looked straight ahead, ignored each other, and looked so strange and indifferent that the spies from various countries who were guarding outside felt dizzy.

It seems that the relationship between this minister and Emperor Jing is not as good as rumored?

Until they arrived at the Yu kitchen, dismissed Yu's chef, and closed the door, the people outside who looked like ordinary people immediately started to link shoulders with each other.

Jun Lin stroked his chin and said, "Look at how you were pretending just now. If I didn't know your character, I would have thought you were a gentleman."

Gong Qing gave her a meaningful look, and his tone was not very friendly: "Aren't you good at pretending? You showed your true colors in front of acquaintances, and now you don't care about your face?"

That's right, any one of these three is capable of turning the world upside down, but they just stay in this small Guigu circle and laugh and curse like ordinary people. No one pretends, nor does they need to set an example, let alone shoulder any heavy burdens, so each of them has completely returned to their truest self.

Common name: let yourself go.

The two exchanged sharp words, mocking and ridiculing each other, and finally turned their heads to look at Wen Suili, unconvinced and said in a cold voice: "Master, tell me, who is to blame?"

Holding a white cat in her arms and a orange cat at her feet, Wen Suili blinked in confusion: "Huh? What were you talking about just now?"

Gongqing: “???”

Jun Lin: “???”

Where did the cat come from???