My wife is Wu Zetian

Chapter 455 Do You Think This Firewood Is Burning Well?
Several people laughed together, after all, Cheng Chubi was too funny.

This means that the heart of harming others is indispensable, and the heart of guarding against others is even more indispensable.

Otherwise, the end will be the same as Cheng Chubi.

"Your Highness, someone is here!"

While everyone was playing in the snow, a figure slowly came running from a distance.

"Who?"

"It's people from the Dukes who came to look for the young masters to go back to Chang'an."

Li Yanran was also taken aback when she heard the forbidden army's words.

"Cheng Chubi, grandson Yan, stop playing, your father is here."

"Brother Li, don't worry about it, I have to teach Changsun Yan a lesson today."

Cheng Chubi was holding the snow up to Changsun Yan's head, and Changsun Yan was also pulling Bai Xue to raise it towards Cheng Chubi.

"That's fine, you guys play, and I'll tell them when I go back that if you don't go back, let your father come to the fief to talk about something."

Li Yanran didn't bother to talk to the two of them, so she turned around and left.

"???"

Hearing Li Yanran's words, Cheng Chubi and Changsun Yan were also dumbfounded.

If this word is passed back to Chang'an, or my father will be killed in a rocket, and I will not be able to take care of myself, so they will take my father's surname.

"Brother Li, wait for me."

"I'm not playing anymore."

The two hurriedly rushed out of the snow den, and followed Li Yanran away.

"???"

"???"

When everyone left, Li Hong and Ma Hou were also stunned. What's going on?
Just leave?

I'm still buried in the snow!
This sister is too unreliable.

"Sister, sister."

"Don't go! Pull me out first!"

"Auntie"

Li Hong's tragic cry resounded through the sky, and immediately under Mahou's terrified eyes, another pile of snow fell from the sky, submerging the two of them again.

"Li Feng, did we forget something?"

Li Yanran turned her head abruptly, for some reason, she always felt like she had forgotten something.

"???"

Hearing Li Yanran's words, Li Feng also turned his head abruptly.

"Your Highness, I forgot in the snow!"

"hiss!"

Li Yanran was stunned, how could she drag her own brother down.

"Why are you standing there? Why don't you rush over to save people?"

Staring at a pair of big eyes, he growled at the few people around him.

"Oh oh oh."

Several people also woke up like a dream, and ran away one by one.

Play for fun, make trouble for trouble, don't use bean buns as dry food.

The other party is also the prince of the Tang Dynasty.

If this really froze Li Hong out of good or bad, they would all die.

Several people ran wildly, and happened to see Li Hong and Ma Hou crawling out.

Li Hong looked at them tremblingly, his eyes were full of anger.

"Sister, I must go and sue you for murdering my brother."

Hearing Li Hong's words, Li Yanran slapped forward directly.

"Brother Hong, look at the wilderness and mountains here, and the snow is all over the sky. If someone is really buried, no one will be able to find it!"

Looking at Li Hong who was covering his head, Li Yanran had a fierce look on his face.

"hiss!"

Seeing Li Yanran's black face, Li Hong shivered again.

I don't know whether to be cold or scared.

"how?"

"Sister, I was wrong, let's go back quickly! I'm about to freeze to death!"

Li Hong glanced at the surrounding environment, and immediately burst into tears.

"Then don't hurry up!"

"Mahou, run!"

"Ouch."

As soon as Li Hong ran, he fell into the snow. Ma Hou hurriedly helped Li Hong up, and then ran wildly together.

"Li Feng, follow them, let them take a good soak in the hot spring when they are in the fief, to get rid of the cold air!"

Li Yanran shook her head, and Li Feng followed quickly.

"Brother Li, what do you think my father sent someone for?"

Changsun Yan shuddered, not knowing why my father was looking for him.

"That's right, what's the matter!"

Li Yanran also glanced at Zhang Sunyan, do you really think I'm a fortune teller?
What can predict the prophet?

If I want to be able to do that, what business do I do? Set up a stall on the overpass, and go tell fortune-tellers!
Isn't it easier than this?
I still have to bring you a few idiots here, why do you suffer this crime.

"???"

Changsun Yan was stunned, I asked you, why did you ask me back again?
What about football?

Lateral transfer?

I would ask you if I knew.

"Brother Li, is it possible that it's because of briquettes?"

Li Siwen frowned. They didn't do anything during this time, the only thing they were doing was briquettes.

Apart from this, he couldn't think of why his father had asked him to come back.

"Even you have thought of it, then it is impossible, it must be!"

Li Yanran nodded, scratched her calf tightly, and rushed towards the fief.

As soon as the group arrived at the school grounds, people from the Duke's Mansion surrounded them.

"Xiao Langjun, come back with me quickly."

"That's right, the Duke is still waiting for you."

"Hurry up! Don't make the county king wait."

Several people also chattered towards Cheng Chubi and the others.

"What is my father looking for me for?"

Li Siwen frowned as he looked at his father's part Sha Ping.

"do not know!"

Sha Ping shook his head, why would the master tell us anything.

That's your father, not mine.

The others also shook their heads, their faces full of bewilderment.

"Understood, let me change clothes, you wait."

Li Siwen and the others looked at each other, hurriedly changed their clothes, and then returned to Chang'an with them.

When Changsun Yan entered the door, he saw a brazier lit in the yard, burning firewood wheezingly.

"???"

Seeing this scene, Sun Yan couldn't help being puzzled.

In his memory, refined carbon was used for heating in the mansion. When did he burn this kind of firewood?
And it was still burned in the compound, what does that mean.

"Father, I'm back."

"Oh, Yan'er is back?"

Hearing Changsun Yan's shout, Changsun Wuji also came out wearing a cloak and holding a hand stove.

Changsun Wuji waved at his son, and Changsun Yan also stood beside his father.

"Yan'er, how do you think the firewood is burning? Is it warm?"

Hearing Changsun Wuji's words that made him scratch his head, Changsun Yan was also a little dazed.

What is this? A pile of firewood is burning, can this not be warm?
"Father, you are so anxious to ask me to come back just to show me this fire?"

"???"

Changsun Wuji glanced at his son, his old face darkened in an instant.

What I said is so obvious, why don't you understand?

"You just watch here, when you figure it out, when are you coming in to see me."

As he said that, Changsun Wuji walked into the room directly holding the stove, leaving Changsun Yan staring at him.

"Why is this old man crazy?"

Changsun Yan also frowned looking at Changsun Wuji's back.

Looking at the crackling and burning fire, Changsun Yan also fell into deep thought.

"Is it really because of the briquettes? Why is this old man so stingy?"

After thinking for a while, Changsun Yan finally got the hang of it.

My father is wearing small shoes for himself.

Really meow depressed.

Thinking of this, he also threw a handful of snow into the firewood pile, turned around and entered the house.

"Father."

"Do you understand?"

Changsun Wuji glanced at Changsun Yan, and there was a burst of joy in his eyes.

"Father, just tell me how much briquette and briquette stove you want, and my son will send it to you."

Changsun Yan also cut straight to the point, asking himself directly how much money I want to get from him.

Hearing this, Changsun Wuji was not happy, he raised his hand and slapped Changsun Yan completely dumbfounded.

"Father, why did you hit me?"

Changsun Yan was stunned, why did he get slapped when he was in good shape?
Is my old man suffering from Alzheimer's disease, what's the fuss about?
"A piece of briquette is only a few dollars. Do you really think that your father is short of that money?"

Changsun Wuji's angry beard flew up, so meow, do you really think your father is a beggar?

I asked you to come back just to get your worthless briquettes?

Although Laozi is no longer the prime minister, the salary of the county king is still enough to maintain the family's expenses.

"Father, why did you call me back?"

Changsun Yan looked at his father aggrievedly, didn't you ask me to come back to get some benefits from your son?

I'm your son, it would be weird if I didn't even know who you are.

"Why? There is such a good thing as honeycomb coal, why don't you send it to the family first.

Well now, a group of old buddies came to tell me that I didn't know.

Cooperating with the things my son tinkered with, I, as an old man, knew it last.

You know that my face was thrown on the ground at that time, don't hit you?

Who do I hit? "

Thinking of his old face being pressed and rubbed on the ground that day, Changsun Wuji was in a bad mood, and he slapped Changsun Yan on the forehead again.

"???"

Changsun Yan was depressed.

Do you have the nerve to say this?

You don't care about what your son does.

As a result, everyone in Chang'an now knows about it, but you don't even know about it.

I really don't know whether it's my son who is not qualified or you, my father, who is not competent.

"Speak! Why don't you speak?"

Looking at the silent Changsun Yan, Changsun Wuji raised his hand and slapped him, but Changsun Yan avoided him.

"Are you good enough? Do you still dare to hide?"

Seeing that Changsun Yan dared to hide, Changsun Wuji stepped up to his son and fell on his back.

Changsun Yan was thrown to the ground firmly.

"Niezi, the wings are stiff, aren't they?"

Changsun Wuji rode on Changsun Yan, and Peng Peng punched him twice, which made Changsun Yan cry.

No matter how old I am, this hand is still so strong.

"Father, what do you want me to do?"

Changsun Yan was so depressed that he really didn't understand what his father wanted to do.

Damn, my dear father, what do you want from me?

How To?

"How? I want to know and ask you?

Anyway, I don't care, if you can't get back this face, I will never let you go. "

As Changsun Wuji said, he punched twice again, and Changsun Yan was also hard pressed.

"Father, you get up first, so I can't think about it."

"Humph!"

Changsun Wuji frowned and stood up from his son.

"Close the door for me."

"Yes."

Left and right immediately closed the gate, and Changsun Yan became a bird in a cage, a turtle in a urn, and couldn't run away even if he wanted to.

"Father, as for this? I'm your own son, how are you guarding against thieves?"

(End of this chapter)