"Lao Qi, you're old-fashioned with this trick, right?"
But when he said so, he still swayed unsteadily on purpose, yelling exaggeratedly, learning from Yu Lansi's tone...
"The prince will also be planted, Qianhen came over to help the prince."
His joke caused the people in the palaces to laugh low, and there was a lively and warm shadow of Ming Palace.
Yu Lansi's smile froze on his face, and directly ordered a group of attendants to lift this obnoxious fellow horizontally.
"Let's go out for lunch together." He thought for a while, and immediately ordered, "Chill, go to Drunk Jiangnan to prepare a room for a room."
Han Yu appeared in the air, did not land, responded, and disappeared like a ghost again.
Jin Li was in Yu Lansi's arms and couldn't help but glance at him sideways.
She has not deliberately concealed the hiding place of the children.
However, Luo Qingjue had just been dismissed and he was too impatient to see the children now.
She was thinking about the rhetoric that would make him change his mind, but everyone started to talk about the drunk Jiangnan wine...
Nangongke, Mi Li, Ling Yi and others were all accompanying, while Le Zhengxi was busy sending people to prepare the carriage.
Slowly down the steps, the three carriages were already ready.
Jin Li was pulled by Yu Lansi's arm and pulled to the front carriage.
As soon as she sat down on the cushions of the carriage, she was pulled into his arms again.
It was rare for them to be alone. She didn't struggle anymore, leaning tiredly in his arms, sighed helplessly, and couldn't help but smile.
"As soon as the princess and the empress died, His Royal Highness was pulling and pulling at the strange woman. I'm afraid, everyone in the world believes that His Royal Highness is a lover!"
Yu Lansi sneered uninhibitedly, "They call this king the lone star of the gods who defeats his wife and mother. They have already scolded them for a thousand years. That little notoriety is not more than one, and one less."
As he said, he approached Jinli, Xie Mei smiled and rewarded her with clear eyes...
It's not that he didn't realize that Luo Qingjue was already caught in her eyes, and was deeply attracted by her blood.
This pair of eyes, this person, and this heart belong to him, and no one is allowed to overstep it.
So he learned the skills of a fairy dancer and made four sets of small cloaks for his son, daughter-in-law, and Yu Xueer, following the oak powder cloak.
When they wanted to go out, they put on disguise masks and let Fu Ying take them out for a stroll.
Although they have a home and can't go back, they are all sensible, wandering around on weekdays, and did not leave the street where Zuijiangnan is located. Other than that, they went to Chunyu's house and Gong's house.
And the Chunyu family and Gong family are less and less treating them as outsiders.
Because Wushang fought bloody battles with Gong Jiao'er, and saved Gong Jiao'er several times, all the children of the Gong family looked at Xiao Wushang with admiration.
In addition to insisting on practicing and tutoring, the four little people are so happy to relieve their boredom and get busy, like four little fairies, revealing their true colors.
Wushang has been very busy these days. He bought all the fun things on the street and came back, all kinds of small objects, piled up in his own room.
Now, he finally realized the joy of not living with his brother.
Since the lice in the school, my brother has developed a habit of cleanliness, from the inside to the outside, trying to be spotless, and on the bed, there is a little something that should not be there, and he jumps frantically, especially, he is not allowed to throw toys around.
Now, the whole room is his Su Wushang's world.
He puts the fun, delicious, useful, and beautiful things in a conspicuous place.
When I open my eyes in the morning, I hope I can get a baby from the pillow, so I don't have to worry about my brother getting angry.
And Nangong Jin is the most greedy, buying two yuan for each pastry shop, and tasted the top delicacies of the whole street.
On the other hand, Chun Yuman collected various butterfly headdresses. He often wore all his heads and admired himself in the mirror, making the mothers dumbfounded.
Yu Xue'er loves beauty the most. Without the court ladies, she ridiculed her. She collected a bunch of rouge gouache and made her chubby face colorful every day...
Fu Ying was commonplace, letting them toss each other.
Except when practicing qigong is extraordinarily harsh, I don't care about these little things.
The two sisters, Qin Se, were busy eating and drinking Lazard's trivial matters.
Several mothers circle around the two little girls every day, but it is the eighteenth woman who has become more and more white and fat and cute. Even though they are so, they are still exactly the same.
Nangong is more mature after all, always thinking about things in the palace.
Wushang had already threw... "that person" out of the clouds.
Early that morning, after breakfast, they followed Fuying for a walk on the street as usual.
Fu Ying easily turned into a gray-haired old man, even harder to be recognized.
Looking at the many people gathered on the street, pointing to the order list and talking, the four little people scrambled to squeeze in curiously...
It turned out that the Poems and Paintings Association had judged the results and ordered all the people to go to the Poetry and Painting Pavilion to enjoy the excellent poetry and paintings.
Therefore, when Yulansi, Jinli and others rushed to Zuijiangnan, they were in the Poetry and Painting Pavilion.
The paintings of Nangong Jin and others are easier to find, so Fu Ying took them upstairs to find them.
As soon as Yu Xue'er got up the stairs, she clapped her hands and screamed in surprise and laughed, with two rouge piled on her face, like a little matchmaker in fancy dress, giggling from ear to ear .
She chubby pointed at a picture of a mother and daughter on the top row of the wall, and exclaimed, "My... my painting... is on the top..."
However, there was silence all around.
A pair of eyes, cold and blood-red, looking at the overly happy little girl with strong and weird makeup, a raging hostility was secretly born.
Because when they saw the mother and daughter in this painting, they were very sad.
On the list of orders, it was announced a few days ago that Annu Wuxian killed the princess Su Jinli as an unforgivable crime, and was guilty of a capital crime for assassinating the queen mother, and the law was rectified on the spot that day.
How can they be happy after their favorite princess dies
That poor woman gave birth to three children to His Royal Highness King Ming and helped him to seize the world, but in the end, she failed to survive the curse of His Royal Highness King Ming's "Lone Star of Heavenly Evil".
Now, King Ming is about to become emperor, and after the election, the woman... the bones are not yet cold.
King Ming's infatuation makes people have to doubt.
Yu Xueer was frightened by the hostility around him, and hurriedly hid behind Fu Ying.
Fu Ying hurriedly bent over to apologize to everyone, "Forgive me, the children are not sensible, so..."
Everyone closed their blood-red eyes and spread out.
As a result, the few little people dared not scream, and the other children who were looking for their paintings were also silent.
Yu Xue'er, Nangong Jin, and Chun Yuman were all very happy in an atmosphere of congestion, sorrow, and depression.
Because they all found their own paintings.
Although Chun Yuman's paintings were posted in the bottom row, they were considered to be on the list, which exceeded the little girl's expectations.
The lines are not fine enough, but she captures the charm of the characters accurately, and the colors are all right. Although Bibu's Yuxueer and Nangongjin's works, they are already considered to be the best among their peers.
Therefore, the little girl was complacent for a while, holding Nangong Jin's hand, the butterfly hair accessories all over her head seemed to be flying.
Nangong looked at her funny, couldn't help but raised the corners of her lips and pinched her little nose.
Next, everyone went downstairs and looked for paintings of Wushang.
A group of people came down the stairs, but a group of children from Gong's family came in with the crowd.
Thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth were extremely confident in their paintings and went straight to the top.
Sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen rushed to the middle floor.
Gong Xu's family led Gong Jiao'er to find in the bottom floor, and walked like this, and ran into Fu Ying, who was carrying four children.
Wushang turned around for a while, and forgot what he drew. I only remember that the color of the group was ducks and the color was fishes. The bathtub barely drew a big circle...
Fortunately, the paintings on this layer are all similar.
The ducks were so ugly that they couldn't find their eyes. Some people even painted the water black.
When seeing such a painting can be stuck on the wall, Wushang's self-confidence that has been low for a long time is like a large group of ducks, and it is completely back.
Yu Xue'er is the most sharp-eyed, in a large piece of botched paintings, she suddenly saw Gong Jiao'er's name.
"Jiao'er, yours is here! Oh, you painted pretty well!"
A group of little people came together.
Nangong Jin couldn't help but said, "Jiao'er, you are so amazing, you can draw all the fish's fins!"
Chun Yuman affectionately wrapped the little girl's shoulders, "Jiao'er, it won't take long, I'm afraid you will surpass me."
Gong Jiao'er happily, closing his mouth from ear to ear.
Nangong couldn't help but asked Wushang, "Shang'er, do you think Jiao'er painted well?"
Wushang looked at the painting, dull and speechless, with a mess of lines in his little head, the more he couldn't remember what he painted.
Gong Jiao'er painted really well. Fish is a fish, a duck is a duck, water is water, and a tank is a tank. They look good no matter what, and they are also pasted on the top row.
Obviously, everyone likes Mo Licheng's poems and paintings.
Although the little guy was defeated in his heart, he snorted arrogantly.
"Ugly!"
Yu Xue'er, Nangong Jin and Chun Yuman suddenly looked different, and looked at Gong Jiao'er playfully.
The little girl's pink cheeks had long been rushed with anger, and her big watery eyes were shining with bright ice, staring at Wushang angrily.
"You better paint better than mine! Humph!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she was poked by her mother's sharp Dancome nail on her forehead.
The little girl's grievances suddenly skyrocketed, and tears fell pattering, but because of Fu Ying and too many people around, she dared not cry loudly.
Seeing a red mark on her forehead, Wushang pursed her small mouth guiltily, and never dared to talk nonsense again.
Gong Xu's family saluted Fu Ying especially, "Senior laughed, the girl has no talent."
"Compared to the old man's disciple and grandson, it's much better."
Fu Ying's finger... landed on Gong Jiao'er's painting, the most... the most... the most... the bottom row.
Three large and crooked characters were written on the painting, "Su Wushang".
Nothing is left out of the complicated strokes, and the thick black ink is quite domineering.
However, that painting... made Gong Jiao'er burst into laughter suddenly.
"Haha... what is this? Su Wushang, you are far worse than mine!"
Wushang didn't have any more words, but he thought that he could paint better than himself.
The water tank was actually an oblong circle, but fortunately it was a circle. Unlike some children, it was painted squarely.