Fields of Gold

Cold, crisp eyes, elongated, beautiful phoenix eyes, tall as a carved nose, thin lips in a line. The young man's sharp eyes, cold expression, reveal an unbridled sharp and sharp light.

Yet somehow, Yu Xiaowei clearly felt all his ruthlessness and rejection, but merely the sturdy shell that protected his softest heart. He must be tired of arming himself with indifference. For no reason, she actually has a faint heartache...

Light tea, relaxed in the air of the living room. Zhu Junyang Dama sat at the top of the guests' table with a golden knife, slowly lifted a cup of tea, used a cup cover to float the green buds on the tea soup, red moist lips together to drink a small bite - Xihu Longjing, not many expensive varieties, but revealed a clear fragrance, the smell of tea with glycerol he had never drunk. Zhu Junyang glanced at the tea leaves in the cup, and his thick and sharp eyelashes were like the wings of a pair of butterflies, clapping fans. He bowed his head and drank another cup of incense tea.

Yu Hailiu sat adamantly at the head of King Yangxian. Princes, princesses and other characters, he has only seen in his listening and listening books, living in a space with the living county princes, is a truly new experience. After a glance at her little daughter, Yuhai felt that being a father could not help her. She could not be ashamed of her daughter, could she? With that in mind, he tried to straighten his waistplate and his expression was slightly solemn.

Since his arrival, Xiao Xian Wang hasn't spoken a word and is concerned about drinking tea. Yu Xiaograss feels a few black lines hanging from her head - you don't come here for tea, do you?

Seeing Xiao Xiao Xiao Wang didn't mean to say anything, Yu Xiaograss was a little restless. She herself added some tea to the Little County King, smiling softly: "I wonder why the Little County King is here this time?” Such obstinate dialogue almost made her bite her tongue, Yu Xiaocao's heart turned a big white eye - talking to these royal nobles is tiring!

Zhu Junyang clearly felt Yu Haishao's mood. The man, who looked extremely rustic, knew he was the little girl's father. I took a look at the fresh watermelon on the living room table, and the leaves seemed to have dew beads on them, which should have been taken off for my daughter just this morning. What a father who loves his daughter!

Yu Jia sold watermelons very well last year, he knows that. And he didn't expect the watermelon to ripen so early? If he remembers correctly, even in the warm south, watermelons can't cook so early, can they?

“This watermelon...” Zhu Junyang silenced for a moment. He, sorry Yan Rujin, said only three words and was silent again.

Nima, not only did you come here for tea, but also for watermelons? She's not gonna meet a fake county king, is she? Yu Xiaograss couldn't help but turn a big white eye.

The glance of the corner glimpsed the little girl's expression. Zhu Junyang suddenly felt something was wrong. Why didn't he feel the emotion and mood of the girl?

Zhu Junyang's ability to spy on people's hearts is not to read minds, but to clearly perceive each other's emotions such as joy, sadness, viciousness, and hatred. For example, the rest of the sea was restless. The more intense the emotions, the greater the impact on him, and sometimes all kinds of negative emotions hit the ground, making him almost impossible to fight and trying to find a way to erupt. For some time, he used violence to vent, but only to increase his notoriety.

For more than a decade, there has been little emotion that he has not perceived. But today, he can't even sense the slightest fluctuation in the mind of the little girl in front of him. It surprised and disturbed him.

In the middle of the doubt, Yu Xiaograss had ordered someone to bring the knife, his hands and feet smoothly opened a watermelon and put it on the tea tray to the king of Xiaoxian. Her big eyes bent into a pair of moon teeth, and the smiling corner of her mouth cavern now and then appeared, crisp and raw: “Little county king, these watermelons are the earliest ripe in the people's family's watermelon fields, have a taste of fresh! ”

Zhu Junyang looked at the bright smile like a spring flower, but his heart looked at it. Behind this smile, is it true, is there a conspiracy he doesn't know? He suddenly discovered that leaving his disgusting sensory abilities, there was no sense of security in his heart...

He glanced at the bright red watermelon and looked up at the little man with the tea tray, seemingly looking deep inside her.

Didn't the King want watermelon? He cut it. Why didn't you eat it again? What are you looking at her for? Did she get something dirty on her face? Yu Xiaograss couldn't help but release one hand and touch his white face. The watermelon juice on your hand accidentally leaves a red mark on it.

These big, bright, watery eyes blinked suddenly. People often say that a person's eyes are the best to project inside her. These were his cold eyes and his eyes were as clear as the beginning, letting his guarded mind slip away. How much thought can a rural girl under the age of 10 have? Sometimes he's a little bushy, isn't he?

Under the slightly puzzling eyes, he lifted his hand and took a watermelon and slowly placed it in the entrance. Slightly cool and sweet, slowly opening in the mouth. This watermelon tastes... sweeter than all the watermelons he's eaten, as if all the negative emotions would be taken away by this unspeakable sweetness, only two words left in his heart - enjoy!

“How's it taste?” The praise-seeking little face appeared so vividly in front of him. As if he were an ancient sinner if he didn't praise him.

After eating the watermelon in his hand, Zhu Junyang took another slice and praised it with a rare compliment: “Not bad! ”

“Right, right!” Yu Xiaograss's eyes squeezed into a stitch, like a cat caressed by her master, "I said! We grow watermelons that don't taste like regular watermelons. Just this head alone can be proud of all the watermelons of Da-Ming..."

Yuhai heard about it and knew that her daughter Elliser's little problem had been committed again. This is in front of the County King. Don't piss off your honor. And he said, "Girl, can we be modest? ”

Intense love for the daughter, attacked Zhu Junyang. He took a look at the slightly more woody country man. His heart was filled with cowardice, but he was willing to take responsibility for offending himself and helping his daughter lift the siege. What a pure love of a father compared to the prosperity officials!

The shackles in Zhu Junyang's heart seem to have loosened slightly at this time. The countrymen have the good of the countrymen, the rustic, simple and kind, are the so-called nobles who have long passed through the official field, long ago abandoned behind their heads. And that's exactly what relaxed his mind and mind.

“Makes love right! Your watermelon is very well planted! In a few days, I'll go back to the capital and load up my car and give it away!” Zhu Junyang is natural.

Get in the car? You want to pay? Zhu Junyang did not have the ability to perceive, but easily read her mood from the naked expression of a little girl. Who can't afford a car of watermelons? Little things brought back from the West, any one of them, are worth more than a wagon of watermelon! What do you think grandpa is? The kind of street bully who doesn't pay for things? Zhu Junyang is happy!

“County Prince, how many days will you be back in the capital?” Get your own watermelon present? It is certainly an honor to be valued by the County King. When I think of the noble people in the capital, they have all eaten their watermelons. I know that the Tang Guyu family grows delicious watermelons. Yuhai is excited to think about it. But the watermelon can't come down on a large scale for two days. If the county king wants it tomorrow, where's he going to turn it into a watermelon?

Zhu Junyang, excited and conflicted with him, did not want to explore too much. “We leave in five days! What's so hard about it? ”

“No, no!” Yuhai finally relieved herself, "five days later, the watermelon in the ground should be able to cook a lot. Pick up a car, it should be fine! ”

Where's the money? Where's the money? Shouldn't you give me some silver? Yu Xiaograss blinked with bright big eyes and looked with anticipation at the Little County King.

Zhu Junyang smoked the corner of his mouth a few times. Did this little girl get into the money's eye? I almost didn't reach out. I asked for money! He removed the purse hanging from his waist and threw it directly onto the tea tray in the hands of the weed.

Yu Xiaograss stared at the embroidered purse, stubborn, it didn't seem like much silver was loaded. He's not that poor as a county king, is he? Inside - is it filled with golden jade? Isn't that what it says in the novel? The dignitaries of stature are made of gold. One gold to ten silver. Should be enough money?

What's that little girl look like? You think he gave less? How much can a watermelon cost? Thousands of silver won't last. He has a good sheep fat and warm jade in his pocket. None of the 5,000 taels won't buy it! What an eyeless golden jade!

Oops! This little county king is too poor!! It's all right, when you go to see Princess Jing in a few days, you can mention it to her to give her a small son a change. Oh, she's so benevolent! Hidden kung fu and fame...

I thought Xiao Xiao Wang had a rich mother, Yu Xiaograss no longer had to deal with the question of money uncertainty. She met Xiaoxian Wang and ate a few watermelons. After stopping, she asked the maid waiting in the outer courtyard to send them to Brother Guardian to taste them. The watermelon is open anyway, leave it there. The guards are tough too, okay?

Little girl is good at being human! You should know that the guards of King Jing's Palace are also treated and knocked out. It is much more expensive than those who have the grade of a king!

“Those corn seeds... did you plant them?” Zhu Junyang finally remembered his intention and said.

Corn seeds? You're not gonna regret sending your own seeds, are you? Yu Xiaograss looked at Xiaoxian Wang with alarm.

Zhu Junyang was not very cheerful: “What's that look on your face? Master, how can I return what I sent out? The ministers of the Jingzhong household department don't know how to grow corn. I came to ask if you planted it, what is the method of planting it!! ”