Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 558 Nizi, how dare you talk back
He commented a few words against his will, and then gave up teaching lotus to paint.

Later, thinking of the idea of ​​drawing a picture of the lotus, the emperor himself took the pen and painted the lotus.

Accompanied by the lotus, she was amazed.

In Canglan courtyard, there is a lot of fun.

Some people are happy that someone is worried.

An unremarkable house in Zhongnan City, Beijing.

"Why didn't Musu come back?" Su Ran muttered to herself, her spirits were much better than before, and her face was also rosy.

Lian Changhe came in, brought a plate of food, just heard this sentence, and replied: "Bao'er and Wu Sheng went to ask, and they will know the news when they come back."

He put the dishes on the table and said, "Ma'am, you will be able to eat the chicken that my husband personally killed for you later."

As soon as the words fell, Lian Wanzhen came in with another dish, and upon hearing this, he said directly: "Father, when did you kill the chicken? You still don't want to kill the chicken, if I didn't say it was for my mother Make up, you still have to stop it."

Lian Changhe's bragging was exposed, so he immediately looked at Su Ran, and saw a clear smile on Su Ran's face.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he explained with a sneer: "Madam, it's not that I dare not dare because of my husband, it's because the chickens in the cage have been raised for a few days and they have developed feelings."

Lian Wanzhen interjected: "No way, Dad, didn't you dare to watch when I killed the chicken?" He put the dishes on the table, with the meaty end facing his mother.

It wasn't that he said that his father didn't even dare to kill a chicken. Before he killed the chicken, he said that he couldn't bear to kill it because of his feelings. If he didn't dare to watch it when he killed the chicken, he would have believed it.

This old hen is a good tonic, originally bought for his mother to nourish his body, how to mend it without killing it, his father thinks too little.

Lian Changhe's bragging was exposed by his own son twice in a row, and he lost face: "Nizi, didn't you pull out the chicken feathers? This is no different from killing a chicken!" He stretched out his hand to beat Lian Wanzhen.

"Oh..." Lian Wanzhen stood upright and hit casually. He was used to it, and muttered: "Knife is used to kill chickens, and hand is used to pluck the feathers. Obviously, it is much worse."

His father is kind-hearted, and while plucking the feathers, he talked about his sins and sins, saying that he was doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, so that the hen could be born early and give birth to a good fetus.

He couldn't understand this. According to his father's reasoning, this hen must have committed too many crimes in her previous life, and she was cast as a beast in this life, so she should be killed.

Lian Changhe was beaten one after another, and became angry from embarrassment: "Nizi, you still dare to talk back." He was hit several times in a row.

Lian Wanzhen filially reminded: "Father, don't hurt your hand, or you will have to scold me again."

His father was like this, he beat him since he was a child, and blamed him for his thick skin when he hurt his hands, and then he turned into cursing.

"I don't blame you. Look at Bao'er, look at your elder brother. You are a rebellious son with rough skin and thick flesh."

Lian Changhe's tone softened, and he rubbed his hands. It was true that his hands hurt from the beating, but if he didn't get angry, his liver hurt, so it was still a good beating.

This scene happened every day in the Lian family, Su Ran was used to it, and with a quiet smile on his face, he watched the two of them quarreling.

When the two of them had had enough trouble, Su Ran said calmly: "Master has worked hard, and Wan Zhen has worked hard too."

Lian Changhe immediately abandoned Lian Wanzhen, put on a smiling face, and said contentedly: "It's not hard, my wife is good, just be a husband."

Lian Wanzhen also smiled: "Mother, my son doesn't work hard, for you, I can kill as many chickens as I want."

After speaking, go out to serve the dishes.

On the last trip, Lian Wanzhen came with a pot of chicken, Li Qingshu walked in wearing an apron, followed by Qian Chen.

With Li Qingshu's appearance, he was a little less deserted and a little more smoky.

Logically speaking, she should not be allowed to cook, but there is really no way, Lian Musu is not around, Lian Bao is not at home every day, Qian Chen likes to put chili on everything, Su Ran is still recuperating, no one allows her to do it.

Only Lian Wanzhen made up with Lian, and each one was worse than the other, so the burden could only fall on Li Qingshu.

After everything was done, Lian Wanzhen consciously completed the task, and said directly: "Father, mother, Sister Li, I went to drink with Wang San and the others, so I won't accompany you for dinner."

It's not that he's not filial, it's that he eats too fast and loves to eat heavy food, and he waits dryly for a long time every time he finishes eating, and every time his father sees him unhappy.

It's better for his mother, she loves him, can't bear him to wait, and knows that light meals are not to his taste, so she just lets him eat with Uncle Ma and the others.

Over there today, a table of good wine and good food was set up to celebrate, and he ate happily. He was quite looking forward to it.

Lian Chang waved his hand as if chasing flies: "Go, go, don't be an eyesore."

Su Ran glared at him, Lian Changhe didn't dare to speak at once.

Su Ran then nodded to Lian Wanzhen with a smile, and told him not to drink too much.

Lian Wan really feels warm in his heart, a child with a mother is a treasure, look at Qian Chen, just take him with him for everything, otherwise no one will care.

Thinking of this, Lian Wanzhen pulled Qian Chen: "Go, go drink."

Qian Chen stood still, unwilling to move, and glancing at the pot of chicken soup gloomily, he was even more unwilling to move.

It was a chicken he killed with his sword, and he felt sorry for his sword if he didn't eat a few bites.

Lian Wanzhen is very familiar with him. These days, he is bullied in front of him every day. He likes to call him for everything, and fights with him from time to time.

He kept saying beside him that he didn't answer, it was so annoying, he had to answer it as a last resort.

Today Lian Wanzhen disliked blunt knives, so he borrowed his sword to use it. He sympathized with Lian Wanzhen's lack of a good weapon, so he borrowed it. By the time he knew what he was borrowing for, it was already too late, and the chickens were all killed. It took a long time to wipe chicken blood with a sword...

Lian Wanzhen walked a few steps, found that the person hadn't kept up, and turned around and said, "Don't whine, like a woman, don't you want to eat spicy food? Let's go, let Wang San and those boys be so spicy. They're so good at bragging."

Qian Chen's heart skipped a beat when he heard the spicy words.

Lately, Dun Dun has been very light. Every time he wants to go into the kitchen, Lian Wanzhen will ask him for something, but he can't go. I haven't eaten spicy food for a long time...

Li Qingshu knew Qianchen best, but she had a slight smile on her face, and said coldly: "Go, I saved the chicken soup for you."

These days Qianchen is very happy, she can see that it is too boring to follow her on weekdays, no friends, no fun, he likes here, likes Lian Wanzhen.

Only then did Qian Chen agree to leave.

The two walked out of the hall and out of the yard one after the other.

From a distance, I could hear Lian Wanzhen rambling: "Qianchen, you have to wear your hot intestines, you can't talk so little, how can you blow off Wang San's gang later? You just say something Ah, I'm so anxious, forget it, I'll help you blow your share..."

In the living room, Su Ran apologized slightly: "Qing Shu, I'm sorry to trouble you for taking care of me for so long."

"You don't have to be like this benefactor, you and I have great kindness." Li Qingshu shook his head slightly and was picking up the bowl.

(End of this chapter)