The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 95

"It's good for anyone, I can take it outside to feed the dog to the head office!" Di Yao's neck was the same, he was very arrogant, and he was about to leave.

three.

two.

One.

Hurry up and shout back.

"Master Mingxin's dog has been poisoned to death by you, where else do you want to find the dog?" Yan Danqing grabbed Shi Ziye's clothes by the collar with one hand and dragged him back.

Her feet hurt and she couldn't walk. The golden rooster hopped on one foot independently.

"Are you happy that I gave you a present?" Emperor Yao turned his head and looked at her and asked.

"Happy." Yan Danqing smiled formulaically, revealing eight dazzling white teeth.

Emperor Yao shone a firefly lamp on her face, dissatisfied: "The smile is so fake, I won't give it away."

"Msister." Yan Dan Qingpi smiled, "I'm really happy, but if you give me the house that you gave to the two uncles this morning, I will be even happier."

"How do you know?" Di Yao shuddered guiltyly, looking at her face now, under the faint green light, it was really eerie and frightening: "That house belongs to the master, and the master loves to give it to you." Who will send whom."

"How much private money is there?" Yan Danqing continued to ask.

"No...no!" Emperor Yao resolutely denied: "This firefly is for you, it is specially transported by the crown prince from the south in order to please the queen mother and her elders. In this season, there are no fireflies in the north at all. "

"Is there?" Yan Danqing grabbed his collar and made him face himself, holding the firefly lantern in one hand, and slapped his face with the other: "Where did you hide your private money? If you don't tell me, you will go to the yard today sleep in!"

"What if I said so?" Di Yao snorted and looked at her arrogantly.

"Sleep..." Yan Danqing pointed to the big bed: "Sleep on the bed!"

"It's in the vase on the first shelf in my study." Di Yao raised his neck and ran to the big bed to lie down in high spirits.

"Emperor Yao." Yan Danqing held the firefly lamp, very happy in his heart, walked to the bedside and looked at him warningly: "If you don't sleep well, I will kick you off!"

"Yan Danqing, do you think Master is the kind of person who will touch you?" Emperor Yao glanced at her up and down, expressing his disdain.

"Did you not be the one who was beaten last time?" Yan Danqing sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the fireflies curiously.

in the bag.

Several have died.

It seems that these fireflies may not survive tomorrow.

She knew that the concubine who rode the world of mortals laughed, but no one knew that it was Lychee.

In ancient times when only horses were the fastest means of transportation, this was still the case for transporting a lychee.

I really can't imagine how much manpower and material resources will be consumed to transport fireflies here.

Moreover.

The fireflies are only active from June to September.

At the end of March and the beginning of April, it is definitely a talent for His Royal Highness to transport the fireflies.

"Miss." Emperor Yao propped his head on his hands, lying on a slant, his whole body exuding a feeling of laziness, looked at her with a smile and asked, "Do you know how the fireflies were transported here?"

"I don't want to know." Yan Danqing rolled his eyes, and pinned the firefly lantern on the bedside, where he could see it with his own eyes.

"The prince specially raised them in the south. They were transported in a suitable box before they hatched. The temperature of the box must be well controlled to prevent the fireflies from dying. It is said that a hundred cars have been shipped here. When they arrive in the capital, There are only two carts left." Emperor Yao sighed, "The prince's filial piety to Grandma Huang is really moving, and the world can learn from it!"

(End of this chapter)