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Saburo opened his mouth to talk about ice cream, but quickly swallowed the words. Not to mention that there are no materials, even if there are materials, he would not know how to make them.

"It's getting late today, let's get some ice and put it in the house, so we can sleep comfortably later." After thinking about it, "My lord, you can stay here with me from now on."

Zhen Qingming was used to wanting to refute, so he suddenly paused, "I'll talk about it after you make ice first." They lived in the same room, and they could indeed save a lot of ice.

The three children and Donglai Dongbao were playing in the yard. After tidying up, Grandma Sun sat next to them to enjoy the shade. When she heard that Sanlang was going to make ice, six people surrounded him.

I went up and down to look at him back and forth, and I almost said that you are a biscuit maker who can make ice, what a joke.

Not kidding at all, Saburo said, "I can't eat the ice I made." He threw the saltpeter into the water, "Did you see, there is this thing in the water, if you secretly eat it at night, when will you die? Do not know at all."

The three children were startled, because they didn't know what kind of gun Sanlang threw in, so they took a few steps back again and again.

Zhen Chen has been sleeping with Zhen Qingming for the past few days, and San Lang feels uncomfortable thinking about it. He is obviously his man, so what's the matter with sleeping with someone else.Watching the water freeze, Saburo's eyelids moved, "Achen, sleep with Xiaowulang at night, shall I put a big basin of ice for you?"

Young master Zhen never suffered from this heat, but Zhen Qingming didn't say that the heat was uncomfortable, even if he thought it was too hot, he had to endure it.In case the uncle was upset, the uncle twitched his forehead and moved the skull model in the study to the bedroom, he would not be scared to death.

Hearing Sanlang's words, he hurriedly said, "Okay!" After a pause, "Where's Uncle?"

His younger uncle naturally has Saburo, grandma still sleeps with fourth sister, and Donglai Dongbao, "Is it okay if you don't go back to the next door at night?"

"The official documents are all in the yamen. It's fine if they don't go back." Zhen Qingming said, "But where do they live?"

"If you want to, you can make the floor in Xiaowu's room." It is impossible for Saburo to let Donglai Dongbao sleep in his room, let alone Xie Simei's side. In Xiaowu's room, except for his desk and bookshelf, he can only sleep again. Put a small bed.

What San Lang thought of, the brothers also thought of it, not to mention playing the floor shop with Xiao Wu, even if they were still in the prime minister's mansion, they couldn't find a room with ice on the floor shop.

Seeing a basin of ice forming, the two brothers carried it together to Kogoro's room without saying a word, and Saburo stared at him so quickly, "They are here, do you need to be in a hurry."

"It's necessary, very necessary." The two brothers closed the door tightly and came out and said, "Let's go to bed earlier, so we can go to bed earlier. You don't know, we haven't had a peaceful sleep in the past few days."

San Lang was completely speechless. Later, he made out a basin of ice, and without waiting for the two of them to move, San Lang raised his hand and moved it to the fourth sister's room, and finally he was himself.

Because the weather was too hot, even when the moon came out, the temperature didn't drop much. The men took advantage of the moonlight to rinse off in the yard and rolled to their respective beds.

Saburo rolled to the wall, and Zhen Qingming also lay down in shorts and jacket.

"Aren't you hot?" Sanlang rubbed against him, wanting to have a close contact with him, but who knew that there was a layer of fabric, and before he could answer, he pulled the tape on his clothes.

"Hey, hey——" Zhen Qingming hurriedly pressed his hand, but his hand was too lumpy, and his jacket was opened, revealing half of his chest. Sanlang reached out to touch it, and Zhen Qingming shivered, "If you do this again, I'll leave. "

"Don't!" Sanlang put his arms around his neck, "what are you afraid of, everyone is a man, even if you don't want me in the future, I won't pester you."

"Who doesn't want you anymore!" Zhen Qingming trembled angrily when he heard these words, "What do you think of me, Zhen Qingming!"

Saburo was taken aback, a joke provoked such a big reaction from him, he hurriedly said, "Actually, it's because I don't feel safe."

Shit!

However, Zhen Qingming believed it, "What do you mean by insecurity?"

Saburo himself doesn't understand what this word refers to. Think about it, "I have never loved my mother since I was a child, and my grandparents and grandparents are not close to us. Now I have younger siblings. It doesn't matter if you rely on everyone, only you can be reliable. But don't worry, I will try to trust you wholeheartedly in the future."

As soon as this remark came out, Lord Zhen fell silent, "I will write to my parents in a few days, tell them about you and me, and go to your house to propose marriage after a while, okay?"

Saburo thinks he should be more reserved, but he is a big man, so reserved, "When are you going?"

"August [-]th, how about it?" Zhen Qingming is a person who admits death. From the moment he accepted Saburo, he regarded Saburo as his future spouse from the bottom of his heart.Getting married is a matter of time, since Saburo lacks a sense of security, if getting married early can make Saburo feel at ease, and stop talking nonsense all the time, he feels that he has nothing to hesitate.

Saburo's heart shuddered, so fast!But he said, "It will take more than a month?"

"It's impossible anytime sooner." Zhen Qingming said, "I'll write a letter to my parents tomorrow, and when their letter comes back from the capital, I'll invite a matchmaker to prepare a wedding ceremony. Maybe I can only go to Wujia Village after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

With the moonlight shining into the room, Saburo saw clearly the seriousness on his face, and suddenly wanted to tell him that there is no need to propose a marriage, just find a few witnesses, and just finish the marriage certificate.

But Saburo was a little hesitant, wondering whether he should tell him that the original owner was dead and he was a lonely ghost, not only that, but he also had a space to carry with him.

After thinking for a while, Zhen Qingming thought he was asleep, and Saburo leaned into his ear and asked, "My lord, you didn't notice me, am I weird?"

Master Zhen was not used to the heat in his ears, but he also knew that when he married Saburo in the future, they would live together every day, and they would have to get used to it sooner or later, so he didn't move, letting half of his body press on him, "You have Isn't it a strange place?"

"Hey..." Sanlang smiled awkwardly, "Then why don't you ask me?"

Zhen Qingming rolled his eyes, "If you ask me and you won't say it, why should I waste that. After all, no matter how strange you are, you won't hurt me, and you will naturally say it when you want to say it."

"You like investigating cases so much, I thought you couldn't bear to investigate me." Sanlang really didn't know if he was disappointed or disappointed when he heard this, but he was quite depressed anyway.

"Wrong!" Zhen Qingming said sternly, "I seek the truth just because I don't want to see unjust, false and wrongly decided cases. If possible, I hope that there will never be murders. But it's impossible." So, he didn't want to come here at first. In Taoyuan County, I just feel that I have nothing to do here, so I might as well help my colleagues in the criminal department to conduct autopsies and decide cases. "

When Sanlang heard this, he loved him even more. Thinking of Zhen Qingming's prudent attitude towards feelings, he couldn't help but think of his father-in-law and mother-in-law who were far away in the capital. Finally, are they very dangerous in the capital?"

"It's dangerous, but it's okay for now." Otherwise, Zhen Qingming wouldn't be in the mood to deal with Saburo, "As long as King Duan doesn't rebel, father won't fall."

"Speaking of King Duan, the birth is due in two months. Shall we give gifts?" Last time Sanlang and Zhen Qingming went to Duan Wang's mansion, when they left, they secretly glanced at the two. Unpredictable but upright, he decided to plant peanuts in the name of Zhen Qingming, and then attracted Duan Wang's attention again.When King Duan becomes the emperor, the adults of his family will be able to reuse him.

Zhen Qingming never expected that Saburo's thoughts were so deep, "No need." He was not sure either.

"The peanuts should be ripe at that time, why don't we send a few bags of peanuts. I heard from the peanut seller that peanuts are also called Changsheng Guo, which means longevity and wealth. How nice it is."

Zhen Qingming turned his face and glanced at him, "Didn't you make it up?"

"Of course not!" He invented the peanut seller, but would he tell the truth?

The coquettish Mr. Zhen expected that Ding Saburo would not harm him. When he rode his horse to the countryside the next morning, he deliberately walked around to the peanut field to have a look. Seeing that the peanuts had sprouted and the field was lush, he felt worried again when he returned home. Who will sell the extra peanuts to?"

"Drink some sour plum soup." Saburo handed him a bowl, "I made it with black plum, hawthorn, osmanthus and licorice. Dong said you don't like sweets, so you didn't put rock sugar."

Zhen Qingming took it over, "Huh? Is there crushed ice in it?"

"This kind of ice can be eaten." Saburo said, "I have made plans for the peanuts. I fry and crush the peanuts and put them in the sauce. , the pancakes are just as delicious with only the sauce on them!”

"And then?" Zhen Qingming asked for another after drinking one bowl.

"Wang Feng and the others will definitely ask me what I put in the cake. I will tell them peanuts, and then each of them will give them a small bowl to try something new. When the peanuts in the field are ripe, I am afraid they will not be sold." Sanlang from Don't do things you're not sure about.

People who came to the market said that his sheep gave birth to lambs, and Wu Lai wanted them, but his mother kicked them out. Sanlang took time to go back and told his mother not to sell the lambs when they grow up. Worried that the sheep won't have anything to eat in the winter, the peanut seedlings in the four and a half acres of land are enough for a dozen sheep to feed through the winter, and even if it's not enough, he still has a bunch of them in his space.

Zhen Qing thought about it carefully, "If you still have a lot of peanuts, give some to the shopkeeper in the restaurant to try."

"I know, keep it, and I'll send it over when our peanuts are almost ripe." Saburo saw that he was thinking of himself, and said happily, "I'll make sliced ​​noodles for you later."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Qingming pursed his lips, "Maybe I won't be able to eat it anymore."

"What's wrong?" Saburo was surprised.

"I heard the sound of drums." Zhen Qingming put down the bowl, "I guess something happened again, and it's not a small matter." After beating the drums to complain, Zhen Qingming rushed to the county government office and sat down in the hall, "Who is in the hall? Why?" Drumming? What are you reporting?"

"My lord, Cao Min is from the north of Taoyuan County. His name is Zhao Yipeng. He sued his neighbor Li Fengshou to kill my wife." He took out a piece of paper, "This is a pleading paper, sir, please check it out."

Zhen Qingming blinked. He had been here for many days, and it was the first time he received a lawsuit. He asked the yamen servant to submit it. After reading it carefully, he couldn't help frowning, "Zhao Yipeng, you said that Li Fengshou killed your wife. Where is your wife's body now?" land?"

Zhao Yipeng: "Master, it was collected by Li Feng."

"What evidence?" Zhen Qingming asked.

"Caomin has no evidence, but Caomin knows that Li Feng has collected it." Zhao Yipeng said with conviction, Zhen Qingming picked up the fan and knocked himself on the head, "Follow me to your house!"