Zhou Jiao looked at him with a half-smile, since he didn't want to mention it, could she truly force him? "He had someone bring them, but how many could he bring? I still prefer shopping overseas."
"Hmm, you take after our mom in that, always shopping for a bargain." Zhang Guoqing teased, his eyes shifting, "How about asking our southern friend to smuggle some on the train?"
"Writing back and forth a few times would take until winter."
"No, the timing's just right, it can be done before autumn. Perfect for working on both fronts, accumulating quietly without drawing attention."
Tang Xuanzong, that old rascal, could make 'a plume of dust followed by a consort's smile,' Zhang Guoqing admitted he didn't have that kind of skill, but surely he could get his wife a taste of longan lychees.
Contrary to their expectations, within a few days, in the stillness of the night, Zhou Xiaozheng returned home from his long business trip, travel-worn.
