() In the past, it was said that his Zi Shaofeng's grandson was a character who couldn't hold up the wall in the mud, but now he wants to see who else dares to say that Zi Ye is the first gentleman among the second ancestors.

Shao Dashan's eyes suddenly became even more disdainful when he looked at him: "You are an old thing, but your grandson is angry for a while, and his tail is cocked to the sky...... If your grandson had achieved the step of other people's Yama, wouldn't he be even more proud? Can't you just be low-key and humble?? ”

……

Zi Ye, who was in a good mood, walked quickly to Iocene Xuan's room with a jasmine that was still stained with morning dew, but when he passed by his window, he unconsciously stopped.

The sunlight shines through the carved rhombic lattice, quietly sprinkling on Ion Xuan's body, making the reclining man look even more tired and lazy.

The eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, the look is elegant, and the soft green silk is scattered on the side of the brocade, quiet and quiet like a piece of jade.

Fingertips lazily turned a page of the book, and the black jade eyes looked at the windowsill, and the lips were lightly swayed.

"What do you want to do after sneaking around for so long?"

Zi Ye's cheeks instantly turned crimson, and a feeling of being a thief arose.

"Who's peeking? With the frustration you look like, what's worth peeking at? ”

"Bang" put down the fragrant jasmine, and Zi Ye was a little too weak to look at him again.

"Frustration?" The smile on the corner of Ion Xuan's lips was even more elegant: "Young Master Ben looks like this...... Or is it called frustration? ”

"What do you think? Could it be that it is still a beautiful embryo? Purple Night ran away on tiptoe.

Looking at the jasmine under the window, Ion Xuan suddenly shook his head and chuckled.

This little woman has been avoiding him for some time now.

Even when I saw him, his face was crimson, like a thief.

Speaking is like taking a medicine, before speaking, the fire comes first, and it is full of spiciness.

Zi Ye, who was walking with his head down, "banged" around the corner and bumped into a person.

"Oops......"

The suddenly injured Ziye suddenly sprinkled: "You don't walk long......"

The words that followed were retracted when he raised his head in shock: "Second uncle......"

Zi Yan frowned at her slightly: "What did you just say?" ”

"It's okay......" Zi Ye immediately straightened her waist and said righteously: "I'm a person who doesn't walk and don't have long eyes...... Be sure to pay attention next time......"

Zi Yan glanced at her helplessly, lowered his eyes and looked at the things on the ground, and his heart was distressed.

"It's over, it's broken......"

There was an old scroll scattered on the ground, and the corner of the scroll was torn because of the collision just now.

Zi Ye watched with a bitter face as he carefully picked it up, and said with a sneer: "This...... Is it precious? ”

Looking at Ziyan's expression, he seemed to have ruined a baby.

"This is the title edict written by Emperor Hongwu to your grandfather...... You say it's not ...... precious."

"Huh?"

Purple Night is completely long this time.

This scroll is equivalent to grandpa's official talisman, and it naturally belongs to the precious column.

"What then? If Grandpa knew, he wouldn't tear me up? ”

"Tear you up? Not to ......"

"That's fine......"

"It's inevitable to take a beating......"

“……”

Zi Ye looked at the scroll with a crying face, and cursed that Laoshizi Hongwu Emperor in his heart.

If you are an emperor, can't you use cloth to write holy decrees?

(l~1`x*>+``+