On this day, he was training soldiers in the courtyard when he suddenly saw a paper kite passing slowly over the eaves wall. It had a butterfly pattern and two clusters of tassels hanging from the tip of its tail. The exquisite painting all showed the owner's good intentions.
After staying on the battlefield for so long, never had I seen such an exquisite thing. The soldiers looked at it from the corner of their eyes and found it interesting for a moment, so they stopped what they were doing.
"What are you looking at? Keep practicing." Xue Sui scolded lightly, raised his boots and kicked up a small stone, which flew out quickly and broke the kite string.
The kite fluttered with the wind and plunged into the shadowy canopy. Everyone looked back regretfully and continued to punch.
Xue Sui shook his head slightly, but there was a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth.
Sure enough, in less than half a stick of incense, a head popped up on the wall, and a half-smiling face slowly appeared under the head, "That... General Xue..."
Everyone turned their heads and listened to his words, "My kite fell in the yard, can you... Let me pick it up?"
The group burst into laughter.
The vendors on Butter Street were all stunned by this smile.
He glanced up, oh, isn't this the son of our prime minister's family? Why are you still climbing the wall? ——This rich man looks like a naughty child.
Cheng Qingyun's name is once again at the forefront.
"Have you heard? The Prime Minister's Mansion on Butter Street has opened a corner gate."
"Hey! I've known it for a long time. It's right opposite the gate of General Xue's house. With this civil and military move, the fried cakes on Butter Street have increased by two copper coins."
# The cold and sullen general x the arrogant and wealthy young master
Shou: Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing Chasing (After chasing for a long time, I realized that this person is too boring and coquettish, so I stopped playing. Humph.)
Attack: Cold and reserved, hiding (thinking about identity, distance, situation, thinking for a long time... My wife ran away! Huh?!)
——Wait a moment, little ancestor, come back!
Double arrows from beginning to end|Running in both directions|1v1|HE|Author Vb[Qianbeizhuo]
Intention: Bravely pursue love.