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Her master was angry again, Ji Xiaoli sighed.
The old housekeeper also sighed, he was really worried about these two children.
That face was too stinky, and he didn't dare to persuade him, so he came to enlighten him.
Xiao Li sighed, and said to his fingers: "I really didn't mean it, the carriage was so slow and kept shaking, I couldn't help it before I vomited..."
The old housekeeper burst into tears, thinking that it would be easy for me to drive the four-horse horse so slowly!
He also sighed: "Usual adults like to be neat and tidy most of the day. Girl, you spit like that. He endured to take care of the girl all the way. No wonder he was angry."
After being bored all the way in the carriage with that smell, the master of the state division turned blue when he got out of the carriage with her in his arms. After returning, he ordered to throw out all the Yue Lingxiang in the mansion immediately, and he was not allowed to smell a trace of it in the future. Aroma, so as not to recall.
Hearing what the old housekeeper said, Ji Xiaoli said "Huh?" and didn't believe it: "Master loves neatness the most...why do you still wear clothes every day?"
Regarding this point, the old housekeeper has long wanted to justify his master's name: "My lord wears new clothes made by Xiu Niang every day! Our lord never wears old clothes!"
"What?!" Ji Xiaoli was shocked, "So... does the sewing department make exactly the same clothes every day?"
The old butler was very proud of his master's low-key and luxurious habit. Looking at the little girl's surprised expression, he straightened his back with a proud and reserved expression: "Yes. That black ice silk is worth ten thousand gold. It is rare that more than half of the world's annual production is sent to the National Teacher's Mansion."
"Ah..." Ji Xiaoli sighed softly.
The old butler looked even more proud.
Little girl! He firmly thought in his heart: He is not deeply involved in the world, innocent and ignorant, it doesn't matter if his family's adults are not good at words, let her look up to, worship, respect and love!
"Master, he's really pitiful..." Xiao Li sighed heavily, full of pity. Thinking that she was at home, the concubine would often make new clothes for her herself. In the courtyard of the concubine, there were several nuns from the palace, and occasionally they would make some new clothes for her, even if it was made for her by the needlework shop in the mansion. Everyday clothes are not the same.
"Your family's sewing department is too bad, it can only make one kind of clothes!" She shook her head and sighed.
Ji Xiaoli also wanted to say don't worry, I'll ask for two embroiderers when I get back with a book! As soon as he looked up, the old housekeeper had gone out, the old man was haggard, and he refused to turn back when she called him...
How to put it well, suddenly angry? Ji Xiaoli chased after him puzzled.
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Fortunately, the old housekeeper was much more talkative than the master, Xiao Li pestered him for a long time and said good things, he looked at her with a complicated expression and sighed, finally he was willing to talk to her.
Xiao Li then told him about the apology that the concubine had taught her, and begged him to fulfill it.
So Master Guoshi woke up from his afternoon nap and called out twice to the little genius to rush in.
The boy's fair little face was streaked with black, it was actually full of smoke and fire.
"What are you doing here?" Master Guoshi frowned and asked after rinsing his mouth.
"Light the fire! Everyone is going to work for Miss Xiaoli! I have to start the fire first, and boil the water before I can make tea!" Xiaotian looked a little unhappy—the butler said that he must leave one person to serve the National Normal University Otherwise, he really wants to follow and help Miss Xiaoli with work!
Mentioning that stinky girl's name, Chen Yubai couldn't even drink the fragrant tea, he frowned and asked, "What did she do?"
"She - hee hee... I can't say it! Miss Xiaoli won't let others tell you!" The boy smiled while covering his mouth.
In the past, Xiaotian would never have dared to talk to the Master of the National Teacher like this, but since Miss Xiaoli entered the mansion, all kinds of weird things happened every day, and the expression on the Master of the National Teacher's face changed several times a day. Change. The State Teacher's Mansion, which has been quiet and clean for many years, has become different now. Xiaotian wakes up every morning and looks forward to what will happen in the new day. The way Master Guoshi lost his temper with Miss Xiaoli, the Lord Master Guoshi in ordinary times is simply kind-hearted.
Chen Yubai glanced at him, he was too lazy to argue with the spoiled child, so he changed his clothes and went out to have a look.
He walked around the mansion a lot before he found someone in the garden. More than half of the servants of the National Teacher's Mansion are here, moving stones, digging holes, planting trees, and arranging flowers and plants in full swing.
The old butler was directing the crowd. He has followed the old master all his life, and he is most familiar with gardening. Under his command, the servants are working in an orderly manner. A lot of flowers and trees have been added to the garden, which looks full, lively and rich.
Ji Xiaoli was also in the crowd, running around carrying flowers and trees, mud was all over her skirt.
Seeing Master Guoshi coming, the scene that was originally in full swing suddenly turned cold. The old housekeeper hurried over and asked: "Miss Xiaoli brought a lot of flowers and trees from the mansion. I saw that they were in good condition. It would be a pity to let them die, so I decided to plant them. My lord, forgive me!"
For such a trivial matter, Chen Yubai nodded without hesitation.
Ji Xiaoli also ran over, his small face full of flattery: "Master, after my apprentice came, I damaged a lot of flowers and trees in the mansion, and now I will make up for you! Although it is not as good as the original ones, it has become a fine charm." These flowers are precious and rare, but these flowers are carefully selected by Tuer, it is Tuer's intention, in the future, Tuer will try not to make mistakes or make you angry!"
Princess Zhennan taught these words for a long time, and finally wrote them down for her to memorize word by word, and she spoke very smoothly.
Chen Yubai despised her puppy-legged appearance, but it was very pleasing to her ears. And look at the little girl who has been in the sun for a long time, her face is flushed, and her temples are sweating profusely, like a blooming flower in spring, and like a sunny day in winter.
Chen Yubai's nose was filled with the scent of the sun, and his heart was like a cotton quilt that had been fluffed by the sun.
"What is Master laughing at?" Ji Xiaoli stared at him and asked.
Chen Yubai quickly concentrated his attention, his face turned serious, and he said casually: "It's nothing...you still have some use."
He just said something casually, but Ji Xiaoli jumped up happily!
How can you be unhappy? This is the first time Master praised her!
She was happy and proud, she couldn't help but dragged her master to the gate of the mansion with great interest.
Chen Yubai was dragged by her arm no matter how big or small, and he didn't even care about getting angry with her, and was dragged by her all the way out of the gate.
The head-on breeze was wrapped in the scent of flowers, Chen Yubai's heart was moved, and he looked up: I saw the ten-mile long road full of various formations, the ten-mile long road full of various formations, and how many people were blocked by arrogance and arrogance. One will appear in front of the ten-mile long road, the ten-mile long road that has been desolate after the Xueqiong flower tree was uprooted... At this time, all the pink and white gardenias are blooming as far as the eye can see!
Chen Yubai took a deep breath.
Don't kill her, can't kill her, he said to himself, her stupidity is caused by drugs, she is also considered innocent, don't kill her, can't kill her... You promised to let her follow you in the future, a gentleman is quick to say Whip, kill people if you can't turn your back on it! Don't kill her, don't kill her...
Master Guoshi closed his eyes and kept hypnotizing himself.
When Ji Xiaoli saw her master took a deep breath and closed her eyes intoxicated by the ten miles of gardenia fragrance... she was even more proud!
"This is the gardenia with the best fragrance! Does it smell good? Master likes it?" Ji Xiaoli complacently flattered her master according to what the princess taught her: "These are what disciples should do! As the saying goes: I will be a teacher for one day and a father for the rest of my life. Master taught me, and I will respect and love Master as a father... Oops! Master! Why did you hit me? Oops... help... ahhh!"
"Help..."
The roar of the master of the state and the screams of the little girl running away came from far away, the uniform slogans of the busy people in the mansion did not stop, and the complaints of the fairies in the garden crowded out the new flowers and trees... There are lively and happy scenes everywhere inside and outside the mansion.
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The National Teacher's Mansion is lively, and the Shangshu Mansion has not been deserted these two days.
After finally entrusting Master Guoshi to be a matchmaker, Zhennan Wangfu was not happy, and even refused!
Chu Shangshu was anxious and angry!
But Mr. Chu is not sad at all—there are many stories that have been widely circulated since ancient times, which one does not have a few heartbreaks? There is no orgasm without obstruction, and this book is not good without climax!
So he happily acted as a frustrated person, except for searching for new scripts all day long, he was getting drunk in restaurants.
The thing is because of this new storybook and getting drunk in restaurants.
The only son of the Shangshu Mansion, Qian Duuo, is a fool who loves story books. Everyone knows that a small half of the people who write story books in Shangjing City depend on him for a living. After becoming famous in the first battle, when it comes to qualifications, it will always be: Mr. Chu once bought my storybook... immediately the value will rise to a higher level.
The competition is too fierce, and it is inevitable that some people will use heresy tricks.
One day, Mr. Chu bought a copy of "The Story of Chrysanthemum Terrace" in the pile of story books that Mr. Chu bought. The name seemed lingering and sadomasochistic. Mr. Chu couldn't help but read it: It was a handsome nobleman who once came across a handsome man in a restaurant who was being bullied by the villains. The nobleman was well-informed and had extraordinary eyesight, so he could tell at a glance that the handsome man was actually a woman disguised as a man! So your son stepped forward to be a hero to save the beauty, and made a good story... The story reached the place where the ordinary story should end, but it was only half-the noble son and the beautiful man spent the past and the moon, turned each other upside down, but found... that beautiful man is a The real man!
Mr. Chu was dumbfounded when he saw this!
Can men and men... also have love? !
The plots in this storybook are intertwined, and the writing is touching. He read half of it, scratching his heart, and really couldn't let it go.
When he finished reading the whole book, at the end, the noble young master and the handsome man lived a happy life that only envied mandarin mandarins and mandarins but not immortals. He closed the picture book with a long sigh, tears streaming down his face, and opened the door, he found—the whole The world is different!
What is touching, praising, and yearning for the love between men and women? ! As excellent and perfect as him, how can there be a woman in this world who can match him? !
What his great, lonely, handsome soul needs is another equally good and powerful... man!
The fate that God gave him to suppress his wife was actually a hint: the one who will fall in love with him, Chu Haoran, and stay with him for a lifetime should be a man!
Young Master Chu raised his head to the sky and howled, put the script in his arms and went out to the restaurant.
It's really like God's will, as soon as he entered the restaurant, the first scene in the storybook was staged: a handsome young man in brocade clothes and hair, with beautiful eyebrows as if he had stepped out of a painting, was in the restaurant with a man Helping people argue, it seems that they are about to start a fight!
Chu Haoran pressed the script on his chest, shouted Long live the author in his heart, shouted "Stop!", and strode over.
That handsome young man is none other than the most honorable sixth prince of Daye Kingdom—Murong Song. This day he happened to be visiting privately in a micro-service. As soon as he entered the restaurant, he fell in love with the lotus leaf chicken that was about to be served in the second-hand restaurant. Pulling out an ax from his waist, he was about to scare people, when a gust of wind blew by, and a hand was already on his waist...
Chu Haoran's blue shirt is elegant, his eyes are piercing, and his lines are full of emotion and sincerely moving: "Stop! If this... little brother offends, I will take it for him! You want to kill or fight, come on, me, come on!" !"
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the servants of the Shangshu Mansion who followed him rushed forward like wolves and tigers, and beat up the person at the table who had just been robbed of the lotus leaf chicken.
In the chaos, Chu Haoran folded his fan lightly, raised the chin of the man in his arms, smiled charmingly at him, and whispered softly: "Young girl has such a face like a fish and a wild goose, why bother to pretend to be a man? You are simply deceiving yourself."
After speaking, he himself was intoxicated first, as if his whole body was electrified—this line is really well written!
Murong Song started to squint his eyes when he hugged his waist, and now his chin was lifted by the folding fan, and that stunning face froze inch by inch.
He, most, hate, dislike, be, person, talk, male, birth, female, appearance!
"Go, die!" His Royal Highness the Sixth Prince yelled angrily, the veins on his neck bulged, and he punched the frail Shangshu Gongzi flying away. The small ax slashed furiously...
His Highness the Sixth Prince's boxing technique was personally taught by Lord Qinglong and Lord White Tiger. Chu Haoran was beaten and flew out, slammed on the door, and rolled to the ground again. He vomited blood and fell there, his last thought before he passed out was: This is... which one is this? Why...why do people I meet recently like to change their scripts...
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The author has something to say: I really want to ask those girls who write a lot of flowers and write comments to coax her as soon as the author of this article blows her hair: How do you manage to have such a broad mind? Have you really never thought of tying up and beating up a childish, coquettish and arrogant author
(Well, you read that right, this is the author who received dozens and dozens of long comments, and he is deceiving)