Hah, that's true.

Yurong touched his head and said, "It's late at night, don't mess with you, the child should go to bed early." ”

"Rong Rong is right." Rong Jin followed behind her with a look of deep understanding.

"Son, not only the top nor the book, but have your own opinions, this is the basic consciousness of Marxists!" Yurong's face was very serious, and he even stopped and patted him on the shoulder.

Rong Jin rarely didn't answer, because he was thinking about what a Marxist is. It wasn't until he followed Yurong into the wing room, his fair face was suffocated, and he said with a little shame: "Rongrong, what kind of fruit and diǎn heart are Marxists?" ”

Yurong looked at him with a smile on his eyebrows, and explained seriously: "Marx is a very powerful master, living in a place far away from Nanchu, Marxists, just believe in Marxism" Yurong said more and more heads, and sure enough, the noun explained something, which made her, a science student, very tired!

After some talking and gessing, Yurong smiled and asked, "Do you understand?" ”

Rong approached the diǎn head and said, "It is a person who firmly believes, supports and supports Marx." ”

Fog grass! She was almost crying! I explained a bunch of things, and I actually let an ancient four-year-old cub summarize it in one sentence!

Rong Jin shook his head again, tugged at Yurong's sleeve, and said firmly: "I am a Rongrongist." ”

"That's right! Godmother is justice! ”

In Yurong's extremely satisfied smile and the black face of a certain neglected Nth failed confession, the two entered the wing.

Yurong packed his baggage very easily. At first, I wasn't sure whether to bring it, and subconsciously I would hold up a certain piece of clothing or utensils and ask him casually if he wanted to bring it, and then I saw that he was smiling and saying that it would be good to listen to her. Only then did he laugh dumbly at what he had done, so he stopped asking.

Rong Jin immediately transformed into Yurong's little tail, and when Yurong took a step, he followed her one step, unhurried, but not a step.

Yurong patted the four huge burdens proudly, squinted and smiled: "Son, it's already packed, you go to bed early." Godmother is gone. ”

After she finished speaking, she went to the door, Rong almost pulled her sleeve and didn't let her go, Yurong twisted her eyebrows: "If you don't obey again, you will be spanked!" ”

Rong Jin said aggrievedly: "My mother used to kiss Rong Jin every night before going to bed. He pouted. An expectant expression.

Yurong is embarrassed, little cub, is that your mother thinking about you! Otherwise, whose son is so old and still plays kissing with his wife?

Yurong was about to open his mouth to refuse, but met his wet eyes. Suddenly I realized it again. Ah, this kid's IQ is only four years old. So she tiptoed on her toe and kissed Rong Jin's forehead unusually perfunctorily, and said, "Good night, son, sleep well." ”

Rong Jin hooked the corner of his mouth, dragged her wrist and took the person into his arms, leaned over and kissed her forehead, and took advantage of her stunned time to push the person out of the door. Closed the door and said, "Good night Rongrong." ”

The garden is full of autumn insects, but she is the only one who is silent to the end.

Yurong touched her forehead thoughtfully. Why is this little cub so wrong when he just looked at himself? Wucao, he and Princess Rong wouldn't be in love back then, right?! A four-year-old child, too, is precocious

Yurong subconsciously shivered, thinking that he had become more and more abnormal recently, especially after bringing up the bear child, it was just a dirty joke! Rong Yuan can probably accept it, she bit her finger and entered the boudoir in an unusually tangled way.

The night is shallow, and the day is thick, but the heavens turn their palms, and the time of the night has passed.

Before dawn, Qinglan hurried to lift Yurong's quilt, and when she pushed the door, she saw her wearing a white undershirt and sitting cross-legged on the bed in a daze.

"Miss, hurry up and have breakfast, it's time to leave in a while, you should always take advantage of the fact that there are few people on the road before dawn," Qinglan chattered while looking for clothes for her: "It's not as good outside as at home, Miss must be calm."

Yurong saw her bring a pink skirt over, waved her hand and said, "Don't wear this today." ”

Qinglan was stunned "Ah", but it was a bit similar to the naïve appearance of the red sleeves, and Qinglan, who was rarely old and dignified, made such an expression, and pointed to the clothes next to her pillow with a smile. Qing Lan nodded diǎn in approval, and said, "It's the slave who was negligent." ”

Yurong shook her head, noncommittal.

The candles in the front hall of the Jade King's Mansion were brightly lit, and Lin Qufeng shook his fan with a heartless look, and said: "Brother Tsing Yi, you have to take care of your cousin, otherwise the prince will definitely have a hundred ways to make you unable to stay in the local area." ”

Chi Qingyi glanced at him and said quietly: "If I really take care of my cousin, then I don't know how to die." ”

After finishing speaking, the two of them had a cold war together, and said in unison: "My beloved wife has become a demon!" ”

Xin Li's round face was embarrassed, and he was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

Shu Xie gently took out a small jade bottle from his purse, took a white silk thread and wrapped one end around the bottle and wrapped it around his fingers, after removing the cork, it was a slender black worm, and began to climb along the line.

"Bugs!" Lin Qufeng's face turned dark, and he hurriedly went to hug Chi Qingyi's thigh, Chi Qingyi glanced at him, and said, "When you go out in the future, don't talk about you, know me." ”

Although Lin Qufeng's face was like a sifting chaff, he still said stubbornly: "During the time when you are not in the capital, I will definitely take good care of your reputation!" ”

Shujie gently mended the knife and said: "This insect is called the Bliss Worm, but it helps the pleasure of the boudoir and makes a living by absorbing essence and blood."

After this knife, both of them were bleeding profusely, and secretly said in their hearts that sure enough, the people around Shizi were not good at bullying Wei Qilin, who was in the room, but their faces tightened, and they resisted the urge to laugh out of internal injuries.

"What are you talking about so happy? Let's let my cousin hear it too. A brisk female voice sounded, and several people in the room looked in the direction of the door, but they were all stunned.

The two people at the door, one in black and one in white, are all sons.

The white clothes are naturally tolerant, although he is a four-year-old foolish boy, but this foundation is Rongyuan, the body is tall and slender, such as pines and cypresses, such as bamboo, handsome and extraordinary, the bridge of the nose and eyebrows, all shocked.

Yurong next to him was dressed as a man, and the black and supple green silk that was usually scattered behind him was bundled up, revealing a smooth forehead, and her apricot eyes were a little feminine. (To be continued.) )

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