Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Liu Ma also followed, "I heard that Xiao Wangye will start poetry when he is three years old. He has been able to export a chapter at the age of five, and even the emperor praises Daojing. First person."

She couldn't help but talk. "The son is not bad, and he is deeply loved by the old man. He will not let his wife down in the future."

Mrs. Yin did not speak.

Liu Ma seems to think of something, knowing his own words, "The slave is wrong, ask the lady to punish."

“Nothing.” Mrs. Yin’s eyebrows glided through a trace of sorrow. Even though she regretted her fear, she now has no retreat and sighed. “I only hope that she can grow up peacefully. As for the future, take a step. Take a step."

The atmosphere of the original joy was diluted halfway, and Liu Ma was also very worried, but he did not dare to reveal it at all, for fear of being noticed by the minded person.

Compared to the complex emotions of the two people, Shen Mubai is too heartless.

In her opinion, things have become a foregone conclusion, and it is better to eat and drink than to be afraid of it.

It’s time to take care of the guests.

The people have already set up things. Yin Daren took the child from Mrs. Yin and smiled and put it in the shackles. "Hey, what do you like to catch, do you know?"

In his view, this younger son is different from ordinary children and has a reiki that others do not have. It is very intelligent.

So my heart was full of confidence and touched the beard.

The guests were also very curious and couldn't help but smile. "How can the little son not move, is it a blind eye, don't know how to choose?"

The others laughed. "I think the little son is thinking carefully. If there is a father, he must have his son."

Shen Mubai is looking at a bunch of things in front of him, dumbfounded.

What sword, calligraphy and painting, Qin chess have everything.

She really didn't dare to be interested, sitting there for a while, then began to climb.

However, in the eyes of others, it is a fog.

Yin Daren coughed, "Hey."

There is a bit more sternness in his words.

Shen Mubai was not very willing to look at the things in front of him, ignoring a lot of items, and couldn't help but glance at a piece of something black and square that was a bit like a pastry.

Then in the eyes of everyone, grabbed it and smelled it. It looked a bit confusing and a little uncertain. Opened the mouth that didn't have a good tooth, and wowed it down.

Followed by a trip.

The surrounding guests were also embarrassed, and for a while they laughed aloud. "Isn't the little son thought that this can be used for eating?"

One of them is humane.

Others see Yin Daren's face is a bit wrong, have replied, "Neither is nor, according to the old man, the younger son will grow up, must be mature, full of ink, full of energy."

Everyone has echoed.

Yin Daren’s face was so good that he quickly asked Liu Ma to hug him back.

Xiaogong’s eyes were a little red, and it took a while to react, and he endured it and didn’t cry.

Mrs. Yin was so funny and distressed that she quickly took his handkerchief and cleaned his mouth.

Shen Mubai is so strong that she knows what the ancient ink looks like, but it is like a piece of cake, and it smells very sweet.

At this moment, there was a conversation in the ear, and some people complimented. "Yin Daren, that ink is a rare pear flower."

Yin Daren touched the beard. "Yes, it was. I went to Yangzhou on a business trip a few days ago. I happened to be a child. I just took it and added it."

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