The forensic princess is not easy to be!

Chapter 961 Holding Hands Together 14 [Extra Story 148]

Chang'an six years, August.

In the afternoon, back garden.

The little Jun Chenghuan was wearing a chest-length skirt, looking soft and cute when viewed from behind.

At this time, she was carefully dissecting with a scalpel.

The little white and fluffy rabbit, after her dissection, was bloody and looked horrible.

However, she didn't feel the bloody horror at all, instead she was full of interest.

Jun Qinghan's style was cold on that round and tender little face.

The positive Jun Chenghuan makes it difficult to connect with Ruanmeng.

When she was busy, Jun Qingchen's voice came from behind, "Xiaomi Li, what are you doing here alone?"

Jun Chenghuan didn't hear it, so his mind was on the dead little rabbit.

Jun Qingchen approached slowly, frowning slightly, "Why do I smell blood?"

"Uncle eight?"

Only then did Jun Chenghuan notice him.

"Mili, what happened to your hand? Why is there so much blood?" Jun Qingchen exclaimed.

Jun Chenghuan turned around, so he didn't see the dead rabbit, but only noticed the blood on her hand.

"It's not my blood, it's its." Jun Chenghuan mentioned the dead rabbit and shook it in front of Jun Qingchen.

"It's so disgusting, vomit..." Jun Qingchen hurriedly covered his nose, almost vomiting.

Jun Chenghuan ignored him and continued to dissect the little rabbit.

"Xiao Mili, your mother didn't ask you to dissect this, did she?"

"Yeah." Jun Chenghuan didn't raise his head.

"Sister-in-law Si is really scary. Even if the autopsy starts with the baby, it's too early. Ling'er is still playing with mud." Jun Qingchen couldn't help muttering.

"Besides, Xiaomi Mili is the only concubine in my east. Is it really good to let her learn the autopsy? Which man would dare to marry her after this? Not everyone is the fourth brother."

Jun Qingchen watched the little girl skillfully dissect with a scalpel and couldn't help but worry about her future.

"Uncle Ba, you're a bit noisy." Jun Chenghuan said in disgust.

Jun Qingchen: "..."

This girl actually dared to despise him.

"Xiaoli, you ignore Ba Shu, Ba Shu can only talk non-stop by himself."

"I'm busy." Jun Chenghuan's tone sounded very much like Jun Qinghan.

Jun Qingchen: "..."

"Uncle Ba, if you're okay, go find your great-grandmother, I don't have time to accompany you."

"Mili, what's so good about this dead rabbit? Do you want to go back home with Uncle Ba and play with sister Ling'er?" Jun Qingchen held his nose and tried to guide him.

Before he entered the palace, the little girl at home wanted her to take Jun Chenghuan back.

If he can't do it, this girl Ling'er might make trouble with him again.

"Uncle Ba, I'm not free for now, I'm afraid I won't be able to go."

Jun Qingchen: "..."

After the autopsy, Jun Chenghuan put down the scalpel and was about to leave.

"Mili, where are you going?" Jun Qingchen hurriedly followed.

"Find a quiet environment and write about your post-mortem experience."

Jun Qingchen: "..."

Watching Jun Qingchen follow up, Jun Chenghuan directly put the bloody little rabbit in his hand.

"Uncle Eight, you are not as interesting as dissecting a bunny."

Looking at the miserable little rabbit in his hand, Jun Qingchen froze for a moment, then screamed, "Ah—"

"Millet grains, hurry up, take it away, it's disgusting!"

However, even though Jun Qingchen jumped up and down, Jun Chenghuan never looked back.

It seemed that, in her eyes, Jun Qingchen was just a naive child.

"Xiaoli, Linglong, Chenghuan, save Bashu..."

Finally, when he was crying and howling, Jun Chengjin came slowly and took the blood rabbit away from his hand.

"Cheng Jin, you are such a good boy, save Eighth Uncle from fire and water..." Jun Qingchen was so moved that he was about to cry.

"Uncle Ba, can you please be more mature?"

Jun Chengjin glanced at him like an idiot.

Isn't it just a blood rabbit, just throw it away, as for screaming so terribly?

Jun Qingchen: "..."

"Yelling, what's the proper way?" Jun Chengjin, three years old, reprimanded him with a stern face, with a mature expression on his face.

"Little bastard, you even taught your eighth uncle a lesson."

Jun Qingchen desperately wiped away the blood stains.

"It's okay to be bullied by your father when I was young, but now I have to be bullied by the two of you!"

"Aunt Xueyang doesn't bully you?"

"Sister Ling'er doesn't bully you?"

"Uncle Ba, this is your life, accept the reality."

The corner of Jun Qingchen's mouth twitched suddenly.

He couldn't believe these words were spoken by a three-year-old kid.

Who taught him all this?
Only the fourth brother can give birth to such a child, right?
Jun Chengjin put his hands behind his back, and left without haste, leaving behind Jun Qingchen who was sighing in the air.

Inside the imperial study.

Jun Chenghuan presented the autopsy experience he had just written, "Mother, please see if what I wrote is correct."

"What about the rabbit?"

"Give it to Uncle Eight."

"The bloody one?"

"Ah."

Su Qingran couldn't help but twitched the corner of her mouth, well, Jun Qingchen will have another shadow in the future.

"Mother, have you finished reading?" Jun Chenghuan asked with his head held high, without blinking his eyes.

Su Qingran browsed through it and nodded with satisfaction, "It's not bad."

Joy flashed across Jun Chenghuan's usually cold eyes, "Mother, when can I dissect someone?"

"Next time I leave the palace and take you to Yizhuang."

"Okay!" Jun Chenghuan clapped his hands excitedly.

When the man at the side heard this sentence, Zhu Bi paused, and the ink suddenly fainted.

"Ran'er, do you really intend to train Linglong to be the second female maid?"

"This is her own choice, if you don't believe me, you can ask her."

Receiving Jun Qinghan's gaze, Jun Chenghuan said firmly, "I don't want to be a gangster, I want to be a minister of Dali Temple who can do autopsies, just like grandpa!"

Su Qingran couldn't help but touch her forehead.

Girl, you are too ambitious!

"Let's talk about this later, don't let your eighth uncle know what you think." Jun Qinghan warned.

"Yes, Royal Father, Linglong has made a note."

"You go down first."

Just as Jun Chenghuan was about to go out, the little Jun Chengjin came over with large characters.

"This is today's big character, please look over it, Father and Queen."

Jun Qinghan glanced lightly, and said directly: "It's normal, continue to practice calligraphy."

"Father, I feel that I can write better than my mother now. As a three-year-old child, I don't need to spend three hours a day practicing calligraphy." Jun Chengjin summoned up his courage.

"Nonsense, how can your handwriting compare with that of your mother's queen?"

"This is a note copied by the queen mother, please have a look at it." Jun Chengjin said as he took Su Qingran's note from his sleeve and handed it over.

Su Qingran rushed over.

After comparing it, she realized that she was not as good-looking as Jun Chengjin's handwriting!

Is this being crushed by the strength of a three-year-old child?

However, Jun Qinghan said seriously, "Your mother's writing is much better than yours, you have to keep working hard."

"Father, are your eyes okay?" Jun Chengjin asked with a sullen face.

(End of this chapter)