Slag Shou Cultivating Manual

Heron seemed to be indifferent and indifferent, but in fact, he was also yearning for a lively folk.

My last life died in the palace. In this life, I was an official in the dynasty. Being a close fu is also inseparable from the palace. I can't escape this level of palace.

Although he can live without pressure, he still yearns for the red fireworks.

So whenever possible, he would think to come out and breathe.

As soon as he agreed to travel with him, they looked for a chance to slip out.

Although Zhen Xunyang usually has a mature attitude, when he reaches the outside world, he still cannot suppress the inner child's heart.

Heron never coaxed the children, but probably knew what they would like, but apparently, he forgot that the people around him were already young, not children.

As soon as I got out of the street, I saw hordes of hawkers on the side of the street, hawking along the side of the street, yelling and drinking, making the busy street full of activity.

A hawker holding a stick of wood and wood, tied it up tightly with straw, with rows of bamboo sticks inserted into it, and the bamboo sticks were sticky sugar gourds that were popular with civilians.

Heron's eyes lightened slightly, and he lowered his head and asked him, "Candied fruit, Your Highness?"

This cantaloupe is good, the hawthorn is large and round, and it is strung neatly. The outer layer is coated with Huang Chengcheng's sugar. It shines brightly in the sun and looks very nice. The taste must be sweet and sweet.

Zhen Xunyang swaggered, saying that he was not interested in this kind of childish thing, but despite this, he could not look away from the red and colorful candy gourd.

Heron shook his head and chuckled, and found a small penny in his arms, and bought a bunch of them back.

Zhen Xunyang nodded with satisfaction. The gentleman could even coax someone ... just about to take it in confusion, but saw Heron take a bite.

"Sir, you ?!" Zhen Yunyang looked at him in surprise.

Heron licked his lips, shook the sugar gourd in his hand, pouted with a smile, and with a hint of sorrow, "Your Highness didn't say no? Kechen loves to eat."

Zhen Liyang was so stubborn that he couldn't speak, when was Taifu so bad-hearted? He even teased him.

"My Highness doesn't care!"

Seeing his self-pleasing joy, he yelled and rushed to Heron. He grabbed his hand holding the candy gourd and took a bite at the candy gourd.

Later, Zhen Xunyang discovered that this was also bitten by the gentleman.

Heron intentionally smiled and asked him, "How does it taste?"

Originally thought that Zhen Xiyang would spit out disgustingly, or the opposite words.

But he chewed it down and swallowed it. The ear turned into a pleasant pale pink when no one noticed it. Only half a while ago, in the eyes of Heron, he whispered, "It's delicious!"

Heron blinked and laughed.

The nine princes usually do not have to say that they are delicious when they eat the mountain and sea food in the palace. Even the favorite dishes and ingredients have only been said to be good. How can the folk small snacks get such a high evaluation?

There are a lot of goods on the street, and Heron looked down the street with His Highness Nine, and just happened to meet a stall for craft trading.

The stall owner was a few years old, with double-stained spots, carved wooden figures with palm-sized wooden blocks in his hands, rough hands with dexterity, and a few knives, and portrayed the villain's facial features.

Thinking of getting His Royal Highness back to the palace with some memorials, Heron asked the stall owner to engrav one according to Zhen Yang's appearance.

But Zhen Xiyang shook her head and said she wanted her husband.

Heron was slightly surprised, watching the stall owner put the wooden doll that resembled himself into His Highness's arms, and there was always a twist in his heart.

Glancing at the sky to be dark, thinking of coming to Japan, Heron hurriedly took him back to the palace.

One day, Zhen Xunyang had to admit that he was still happy, not only did he eat something rare in the palace, but he also got a wooden doll like a gentleman.

He felt that it was too weird to hold another doll similar to himself. If he wanted to look at himself, wouldn't it be better to look in the mirror? Might as well ask for a gentleman.

As soon as he put the puppet by the bed, a palace man informed him and his father announced it.

His heart was agitated slightly, wondering what happened to the father, and asked if you came here suddenly, should it be that they had slipped out of the house without permission?

But fortunately, he used his tone as usual, pulling him to play chess with himself, and even caringly asked how he has been recently and whether he has studied hard.

"Father, sons and daughters study."

Zhen Xieyang affirmed that he had a chess game in his hand. He was very proud of this sentence. Under the study that Taifu was watching closely every day, he thought he was not proficient.

After listening to his answer, the emperor bowed his head with satisfaction and touched his short beard. "I heard recently that people in the palace praised you a little, wondering when you were sensible? I guess it is the credit of Tai Fu, you feel it "How is Taifu teaching?"

Although he asked so, he already knew the answer.

I heard that after the test, the BMW he rewarded was given to his grandfather by his nine sons less than a day later. Doesn't that tell us anything?

This kind of problem was common to him, and Zhen Xunyang responded casually, "OK."

The emperor also knew his temperament by one or two. Since it was okay, it was very good.

He stroked his beard with admiration. "It seems that He is too uncomfortable, and this little tiger's paw is also softened."

The emperor smiled slightly, wrinkles were growing, and his eyes were filled with relief and confusion.

Zhen Yunyang was told by his father, that he had a sense of escapism, and he was afraid to speak red ears and reds, so he said quickly: "Say he did well? Father, let's continue playing chess."

You continue to come and go on the chessboard, but the clear pond in Zhen Liyang's heart seems to have been cast with small stones, and there are ripples, and it always feels that things are not so simple.

Can't concentrate on the chess game, resulting in Zhen Xingyang's defeat, and the game ended, and he was defeated.

He was slightly discouraged and did not leave much. He saluted his father and left.

Looking at his back, the over 50-year-old emperor turned around and groaned to his relatives: "It seems that Taifu should have a set of skills in teaching the prince, so I am also at ease.

Fu Sheng looked up and looked at the emperor, "Emperor, do you really want His Highness Twelve to follow Taifu?"

He always felt that His Highness Nine would jump like wild thunder, but the emperor did not think so.

No matter how others complain, they still feel that their nine sons are pure and kind, and they will definitely get along with their brothers.

The emperor had known that Tai Fu Xuefu was five cars, but he always loves to play tricks. He was afraid that Tai Fu could not manage it alone, so he never let him teach other princes.

Now, seeing Tai Fu's more than enough looks, he is also relieved.

He sighed at the thought of the child he had rarely seen before.

The memories were whipped away by the heavy dust, and the emperor narrowed his turbid vicissitudes slightly, showing the nostalgic nostalgia.

The child's eyebrows were still so similar to the women he had loved before, and usually quite well-behaved. He stayed in his own house every day and did nothing wrong.

Although I haven't seen any talents, I have been obscured, but this is enough. As I think, the emperor's complexion is quite soft.

Perhaps the closer to the twilight, his heart was completely different from the indifference of his youth.

There is always a sense of make up for the children who are growing up, especially if they have never paid half attention to them and their mother-in-law.

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