Nongmen ruffian concubine: ploughing the fields, planting buns

Chapter 139 Let him be a little tempted
"You don't seem to like this kind of story?"

Zhao Jian couldn't feel Ding Shitou's ups and downs, so he was surprised.

Because he can't see, his tactile sense of feeling is more sensitive.He has become accustomed to feel Ding Shitou's smell, breath, and heartbeat, and finds that she is very calm.

Ding Shitou actually told such a story, so naturally he did not hide his views on this story.

"Do you think that as long as you like it, you can pursue it?" The surprise on Zhao Jian's face deepened, and he was shocked by Ding Shitou's words for the first time.

This girl is really brave!
It's no wonder that after being kicked out of the house by her stepmother, she was able to travel thousands of miles with her younger siblings. This is not something that ordinary weak girls can do.

She can also disguise herself as a man, and pretend to be a boy so that no one suspects her, so she is not an ordinary person.

And she actually thinks...

Then can he be like her, as long as he likes, he can pursue it?

At that moment, a thought came to Zhao Jian's mind, because what she said really moved him a little.

“那当然，眼睁睁看着喜欢的姑娘嫁给别人，或者看着喜欢的男人为了家族利益而不得不娶别人当新娘，这种事，我看着就想揍人。”

Ding Shitou heheed twice, walked over and put the flute in Zhao Jian's hands again.

Zhao Jian was startled, this time he took the flute and didn't speak again.

"Of course, if the other party has changed his mind, there is no need to persist in this kind of love. If the other party has empathized with each other, and they are still crying and begging to get along, it will only become a joke."

Ding Shitou sat down on the recliner, stretched out his finger and picked up a piece of preserved fruit and put it in his mouth.

Sweet and sour, although it's not her favorite taste, it feels a little greasy, but there are really no snacks to eat on weekdays, so let's make up.

"Well, you are a girl who dares to love and hate." Zhao Jian's mood was complicated by what Ding Shitou said behind him, he chuckled lightly, brought the flute to his lips and began to play it.

He is also blowing the butterfly, but it is not as miserable as Ding Shitou, but it is not as lively as the happy meeting.

It calmly interprets the melodious and quiet atmosphere.

It fits his image very well.

Ding Shitou was obsessed with hearing this, he propped his head sideways, and looked at Zhao Jian who was playing the flute with piercing eyes.

This man is handsome and has a noble temperament, but he can play the flute so well and has such a high level of comprehension.

She can learn it after only playing it once, so why don't she mess around!

"My lord, you will be too good this time. Did you scare your husband when you were in school? You can't change a teacher every month. In the end, no husband dares to teach you this genius, right?"

Ding Shitou waited for Zhao Jian to finish playing, and teased him with a smile.

"It's okay, I've been reading books by myself since I was ten..."

Zhao Jian pursed her lips and smiled, but when it came to reading, her face suddenly changed, she put the flute on the table with a gloomy expression, lay down and stopped talking.

Ding Shitou was stunned, stood up and looked at him, suddenly realized that the unintentional words just touched his sore spot, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

"My lord, you haven't listened to the Eighteenth Prince's farewell, can I sing it to you now?" Ding Shitou apologized in his heart, and immediately changed the subject.

"We all know that they have turned into butterflies, so what are you listening to? It's useless to send each other off." Zhao Jian said in a sad tone.

Fortunately, he was willing to answer her words instead of driving her away directly.

"Then... tell another story, the one who didn't die." Ding Shitou rolled his eyes, and another story popped up.

"Not dead?" Zhao Jian tilted his head slightly.

(End of this chapter)