Concubine Mad Queen

Yun Lang already had an idea in his mind. In fact, Qu Yan's idea was also thought of by a woman like her. It was actually useless at first, but if it could be laid out together with what Yun Lang was going to do If the assistance is carried out, maybe the effect will be even better, not only can the Hu mansion be saved, maybe because of this, the Hu mansion can go to another level.

He knew that the Chen family was also facing such a problem, and they were trying to figure out a way. If he acted first, it would be better for fame and fortune.Now that they are out of business in charge of the business affairs of the two countries, but if his reputation is better, he will naturally win more things, which Yun Lang can imagine.

"Yan'er is a good idea. It's really my king's caring little padded jacket. How would you like me to thank you?"

Qu Yan looked shy: "Where did the lord say that Yan'er can solve your worries and problems? gone."

To be honest, even if Yun Lang's appearance is not as good as Yun Cang's, it is still not bad.

When Qu Yan's heart was higher than the sky and her life was thinner than paper, she never thought that she would become a woman of Cheng Wang Yunlang at one point. This is her who was once arrogant and arrogant, and she never imagined of.

For her now, Jane's walk is like a dream. For her before, this was already good enough.

But when Qu Yan stayed in Cheng Wang's mansion, the people and things she got to know were not what she could touch at the level she used to be. Her vision has grown, and her ambitions are also constantly expanding. She really only gets Yun Lang's favor. Not enough, but she will not say it stupidly.

Yun Lang was very helpful to Qu Yan's obedience, and patted her on the head: "Yan'er is really caring, this king is very comforted."

Qu Yan blushed: "This is what a concubine should do, and I can't be praised by you, my lord."

But that mouth was already grinning so much that it reached the ears, Yun Lang looked at Qu Yan, smiled thoughtfully, hugged him again, and fell onto the bed, and there was another turmoil. passion.

In Cangwang's mansion, Bingyan is sitting in the study reading a book, not far away is the fat Tuanzi, who is sitting on the side, with a serious face, holding a wooden pen, writing and scribbling in the sand table, Although ordinary people can't understand what Tuantuan is writing and drawing.

This sand table was specially made by Bingyan before, and it has several sizes and specifications.

Although Cangwang's mansion is not short of money, when Yi Tuantuan is struggling to hold a pen, he may not be able to write a few words even if he spends a dozen sheets of paper. Give him a piece of paper a day and let him practice. When it is time, let him use the sand table to practice by himself.

In this way, even if Tuantuan knows how to cherish the opportunity to write on that piece of paper, it will not be wasted.

Bingyan read the book for a while and saw that Tuantuan was so serious, she also walked over to see what her son was doing.

I saw that the sand table was already in a mess, only the corners were not completely painted, and a few words could still be vaguely seen.

As soon as Bingyan came over, Tuantuan was startled, and immediately stretched out his hand to block it on the sand table, blushing with a sense of shame of being caught, Bingyan looked very funny.

Bing Yan hugged Tuantuan, let him sit on her lap, and said with great interest: "Can you tell mother what Tuantuan is drawing?"

Bingyan didn't blame Tuantuan, and let Tuantuan heave a sigh of relief, then blinked her big black grape-like eyes, blinked twice, and said with a blushing face, "Uh, mother, Tuantuan's painting is about our yard."

"Our yard?" Bing Yan was stunned for a moment.

Tuantuan pointed to the chaotic sand table with great interest: "This...bed...room...bed...flowers..."

Tuantuan himself may not remember exactly what was painted in the original place, Bingyan felt that he was pointing at random.

Because the sand on the sand table will be covered by flipping and writing, Bingyan can't see clearly if there is anything in the first place, not to mention such messy fingers like Tuantuan, Bingyan is not impatient, and quietly listens to the numbers Once, even four times in bed, six or seven times in the room, etc.

Finally, after Tuantuan finished his introduction, Bingyan smiled and said, "Tuantuan has drawn so many paintings. Then when you get used to it, you can draw on paper. It will definitely look better."

Tuantuan nodded seriously: "Su Da."

Amused by Tuantuan's earnest and cute appearance, Bingyan couldn't help stealing a few incense sticks on his face, making Tuantuan very helpless, a little shy, and a little proud, really cute as hell.

The mother and son enjoyed themselves, after a while they were almost done playing on the sand table, and began to think about toys again. Now they are playing with a few educational toys, such as Jiehuan, and Bingyan specially made by others. The Rubik's Cube is all inside.

When the thing was first brought, Tuantuan liked it so much that he would not let go of it every day. It was Bingyan who gave him a limited time, how long to write and draw every day, how long to play, and how long to do other things, so Tuantuan had to accept it.

Compared with ordinary children, Tuantuan is already quite sensible and obedient. Of course, Yun Cang and Bingyan are not used to them. They will never compromise on the principles that should be said. Sometimes you compromise on small things, and it feels nothing , in fact, over time, the adverse effects caused are not small.

Of course, Tuantuan himself is not the kind of disobedient child, and he is not particularly persistent. He is the kind of person who will lose his head if he doesn't know how to play some games, and then he will go crazy. It is very important to listen to them and persuade them.

I like the Rubik's Cube very much. In fact, this Rubik's Cube has been solved for three days, and it has not been solved until now. On the first day, he couldn't solve it and cried anxiously. Bingyan persuaded him for a long time , he stopped crying. When Yun Cang came back at night, he also heard about Tuantuan crying, so he also ran to tell his son not knowing what to say.

Anyway, on the second day, instead of giving up, Tuantuan picked it up again, but failed again, with tears in his eye sockets, and his heart ached from watching the ice and smoke, but this little thing still didn’t give up, and continued to study , I don’t know how long he can study it.

Bingyan actually doesn't hold much hope for Tuantuan. He is still young, so it's good to have this kind of hard work, but he shouldn't be too persistent, and he has to take his time.

Seeing Tuantuan frowning, sitting there and rolling her fat body into a ball, Bingyan put down the book, looked at her son with a smile, and saw her son frowning with a bitter face, Bingyan, the mother, snickered there instead, When Yun Cang came in, this was what he saw...