"You go back!" I stood at the door and waved, indicating that he could leave.

"...Wouldn't you invite me for a cup of tea?" Jiang Huai looked at me for a long time and asked indifferently.

"...Drinking tea at night? What's this habit?" I asked in confusion with a raised eyebrows.

"It's not a habit, it's adaptability." Jiang Huai smiled faintly.

Well, adapt to the situation!

"I don't have any good tea here, just drink it!" I deliberately took out the tea that Aunt Zhang left here last time and was about to get moldy.

"If you don't want to settle down, you'd like to accept it." Jiang Huai smiled calmly, and watched his girl do those little moves on her back, and did not expose it.

Although the tea leaves are about to become moldy, the tea brewed is still relatively normal, but the color is relatively tea and the fragrance is not as fragrant as the newly picked ones. Instead, it is poured into the tea cup, and a few pieces of dry green tea leaves float on the water.

After taking a sip, Jiang Huai's face did not change, and he still sat at the table calmly. After a while, he seemed to taste it and said softly: "No, it's a good tea."

"Do you want to go against your will?" I looked at him with disgust.

"Then what do you want to hear? Miss Luo is so skillful. Even if this moldy tea is in your hands, it will taste unique?" Jiang Huai looked at me and smiled without changing his face.

"You have something wrong with what you said. First, the tea has not become moldy yet. I am too lazy to find tea to drink it, because I can't taste the elegant style of Mr. Jiang at all. Secondly, I have a deep understanding of tea making, so if Mr. Jiang doesn't say it, I also know myself." I pretended to be shy and covered my face.

"Haha." Jiang Huai was indeed successful the next second, laughed out loud, and then said in a good mood: "It's a pity for Miss Luo to not write operas and not write operas. You can just talk nonsense without drafting this, and Nan Yao admires it too."

"Please compliment me less. Writing opera comments is not a good way. I think you have a better future than opera comments." This is true. It is rumored that Jianghuai has made countless achievements in half of his life. Even if it is not a prince and has not granted any territory, anyone with discerning eyes knows that Jianghuai's home court is not the capital under the feet of the emperor, but the north and south borders of the Daliang border. Jianghuai has successfully captured the lifeline of the Daliang River. Therefore, no matter how ruthless Jianghuai is, the emperor dare not easily frame Jianghuai's treason, because some people do not recognize the tiger talisman and only recognize people. If they just arrest the boss of the other person, it will not only be the public opinion of the people in the world, but the north and south borders alone will be unable to bear it. Therefore, Jianghuai's value is an immeasurable unknown!

"Xian Sheng, do you want the throne?" Jiang Huai looked at me for a long time and asked for a while.

"Are you temptation? Or is it a new routine?" I asked in disguise. The throne was a symbol of tragedy, representing life and death and constraints. But his problem at this moment made me feel a little at a loss. Nan Yao was the boy who looked at me with warmth under the tree, but Jiang Huai was a general who once commanded millions of troops. They were alone, but I longed to keep a simple mood for me, not a complicated purpose, whether he was JAC or Nan Yao. At this moment, I was a little suspicious of myself. When did I make myself so insecure, or was doubtful of all those who were close to me?

"...Xian Sheng, this is not a test, it's a debt." Jiang Huai seemed to see through my psychological activities and sighed.

"Then what are you to me?" I stood my head and suddenly had some doubts about this unlit relationship.

"Who do you think I am?" Asked by the question, Jianghuai looked at me and asked softly.

"Aren't you Jianghuai?" I got up and turned around and didn't look at Jianghuai's expression, wandering around the house.

"Luo Xiansheng, if you want this world, I will send troops for you and even force the palace." Jiang Huai's voice was a little cold. He knew her concerns, so he could be the bad guy in history.

"I want stability." I turned around and looked at Jianghuai and whispered.

"Okay." The ministers who supported Jianghuai secretly said that the throne was secretly. Compared with the achievements of Emperor Daliang during his reign, although they could not be called stupid, the sloppy burial of the empress caused dissatisfaction with many important officials of the previous dynasty. Some people even asked Jianghuai directly, saying that he had the ability but did not do anything big? At that time, Jianghuai just smiled faintly, because he knew more than anyone that his pursuit of power was just for the sake of fullness. From the moment he knew that You Chen had taken away the unconscious Luo Yuran, he began to secretly accumulate strength, fearing that he would not protect her again.

So, from reunion to Huangming Temple and then to the southern country, he arranged everything, but he was afraid that she would be careless.

This is the feeling of losing and gaining again. Because he understands the feeling after losing, he cherishes it very much and is very careful.
Chapter completed!