Wen Xining rolled her eyes at him and withdrew her hand a little disappointed, but she was thinking in her heart that her hair hadn't even grown yet, so for a lady, this child was really precocious.
Wait, lady?
After a pause in his mind, Wen Xining's eyes suddenly returned to the young handsome man and he looked up and down at his clothes.
The icy blue satin robe of good quality has a silver moiré border exposed in the robe, a jade belt tied around the waist, and a clear jade pendant hanging down. Looking up, the little beauty has long, jet black hair, and with a
The hairpins are tied together, making it look even more elegant.
Ancient costume? Long hair?
Wen Xining finally understood, and couldn't help being shocked on the spot. A bloody guess emerged in his mind. Could it be that she had traveled through time?
"Sister, are you angry that Shuo'er won't let you pinch your face?" While Wen Xining was deep in thought, that cute and handsome face stretched out in front of her again.
Wen Xining resisted the urge to pinch him, coughed slightly and said seriously: "It's okay if you don't pinch him, but you have to answer a few questions."
When the little beauty heard this, he immediately stood up straight and said obediently: "Sister, ask me, Shuoer must know everything and tell me everything."
Standing straight, he was really tall, at least 1.8 meters tall. Wen Xi, who was still sitting on the bed, could not help but look up at him.
She raised her chin, trying to be more imposing, and then asked: "Where is this place and what time is it now?"
The young handsome man grinned and said without hesitation: "In the room, it will be time to eat soon."
Wen Xining wiped away her sweat. She began to doubt the intelligence of this handsome boy, so she could only continue to ask patiently: "I'm asking you, what country is this place, or what dynasty is it?"
The little handsome boy hesitated for a moment, glanced at Wen Xining with a bit of disdain, and muttered: "Sister, why are you so stupid to even ask Shuo'er this?"
"..." Wen Xining covered her forehead, took a deep breath, and suppressed a smile: "Of course sister knows, isn't this a test for you?"
"Oh, it turns out you are testing me. Of course Shuo'er knows it." The little handsome man looked suddenly enlightened, then raised his chin and said proudly: "This is Liao Beiguo, and today is the eighth day of April in the year 135 of the Northern Calendar.
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After the little beauty finished speaking, he still maintained that posture proudly, as if waiting for Wen Xining's praise.
But after hearing his answer, Wen Xining slumped down on the bed, stretched out like a corpse, and murmured: "Mother's, it's really worn."