Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Emperor Han Sheng only felt that life had never been so perfect at this moment!

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After Yunqing asked Xia Qingluo to deal with the affairs of Chang'an City, they simply didn't go to the other five circles.

Simply still stuck in the human world.

At this time, they were sitting in a small boat, leisurely on the Bank of Xizi lake, floating with the water.

The blue waves reflect the blue sky and white clouds, and the flowers on the lake bank are blown by the fragrant wind.

Not far away, clumps of Canna are bright and gorgeous.

On the lake, there is a vast expanse of smoke, a light wine, relax your eyes, look forward to the clouds in the sky, take a sip of wine, and listen to the sound of Pipa across the West Lake.

In addition, there is a beautiful man with beautiful clothes like jade, comparable to the picture of the city, which is really a great enjoyment for floating life!

Looking at Xia Qingluo's beautiful appearance, Yunqing asked her to lower her eyebrows and smile. She lay on her side, holding the oar in one hand and rowing one by one.

Xia Qingluo sat on the boat board, put down her glass and looked at the surrounding lakes and mountains with great interest.

At this time, the West Lake is far less lively than later generations.

At this time, there were few people and no tourists. There were some contemporary literati talents sitting in the boat. The boat docked by the lake. They talked loudly in the boat, listened to small songs, and chanted poems from time to time. They were very romantic.

It has been said since ancient times that talents come from the south of the Yangtze River and generals from the north of the Yangtze River!

Perhaps this is inseparable from the human and geographical environment.

Because under such beautiful scenery, it is really suitable for literati to recite poetry, paint and show off their literary talent.

It was already afternoon, and the sun was a little lazy.

Xia Qingluo talked to Yun qingrang and planned where to go next.

At this time, there was a sudden noise on the bank. Xia Qingluo couldn't help turning her eyes and looking at it.

Then I saw a group of people quarrelling.

The sound is getting louder and louder, so loud that it makes the quiet atmosphere here.

Xia Qingluo also felt a little disappointed, so she said to Yun qingrang, "let's go."

Yunqing asked him to nod slightly and move his fingers. The wupeng boat sailed towards the lake slowly.

Until the shore, those people are still there.

Xia Qingluo didn't know what had happened. She just wanted to ask the people next to her, and then listened to the people around her talking.

"Master Zhang didn't know what evil he had done. He had to raise this son like a pearl and treasure. Unexpectedly, he raised an unfilial son..."

"Yes, look at that child. He beats his father every day. If he doesn't fight for a day, he will cramp and spit white foam. He doesn't know what evil he did in his last life..."

"Yes, the father and son seem to be enemies..."

The onlookers sighed slightly.

Xia Qingluo and Yunqing gave each other a funny look. To tell the truth, such things can be found everywhere in the human world. It's nothing strange.

But the first time I heard that my son beat me, and if I didn't beat my son for a day, I would cramp and go crazy and foam at the mouth.

What is this disease?

I haven't heard of it.

All dynasties have ruled the country with filial piety. In fact, such things are not allowed in this era.

Then I saw two people running back and forth in the crowd. An old man in his fifties was in front, dressed in gorgeous clothes. At first glance, he was a rich family, and behind him was a beautiful young man.

About twelve years old.

At this time, he didn't take anything in his hand, but chased the master in front of him like crazy.

Obviously, the master also knew that even if he was beaten, he could not lose face in front of others.