At such a grand moment, even the two naughty and lively children also quieted down and watched with fascination. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Gillian also heard Hu'er and his sister say that they would go back and ask their father to teach him Danqing and paint the beautiful scenery in front of him.

Yuan Xuan said that he didn't care, and he didn't just paint? Brother, you are so smart that you don't need to be taught.

Then, Gillian watched as Yan'er nodded stubbornly in her sister's adoring gaze.

She smiled slightly, the most powerful person in Yuan Hui's heart has always been her brother.

made Liu Che fight with her privately for this, saying that he could do what he could do when he was a few years old.

It's really not too naïve, compared to a two-year-old child.

When Hui'er read out the poems that Liu Che taught them in the winter of last year, Liu Che immediately forgot to care about the image in his daughter's mind, and almost with tears in his eyes, he said "Hui'er is like me", and pulled Gillian over and over again and said that Hui'er would definitely be able to inherit his ambition in the future.

Gillian looked at him speechlessly, yes, being smart is like you.

The snow lion shook off its hooves and ran over, snorted, and rubbed its head against Gillian's leg.

Gillian smiled and leaned over, hugged its neck, touched its head and asked, "Is the snow lion tired after walking such a long way?" ”

Yuan Xuan listened over there, stood up and taught Gillian seriously.

"The snow lion is a horse...... Horse ...... Running thousands of miles...... The horses don't get tired ......."

Her cute appearance made the maids around Huang Men suddenly burst into laughter, and Gillian responded with a smile: "Well, what we said Yuan Xuan is right." ”

Yuan Hui learned the majesty of the emperor with her brother, glared at the smiling palace ladies and said angrily: "Don't laugh! Laugh again...... Thug ......"

Gillian hugged the snow lion, and the tears of laughter were about to come out.

The snow lion seemed to know that he was the center of the conversation, and looked up at Gillian and then at Yuan Xuan.

When Yuan Xuan drank the laughter of the palace ladies, he called it "Lion Lion" sweetly, and broke free from Gillian and ran happily to Yuan Xuan.

How does it look like a horse at this time? It's a dog!

When he runs wildly, he still looks like a horse.

Gillian smiled and got up and looked out the window at the autumn colors again.

Whenever faced with picturesque scenery, the famous poems that Chen Jiao had learned desperately drilled out, surging outward.

If Gillian hadn't been able to restrain herself, she would have turned herself into a generation of talented women by now.

Well, she admits that it is mainly written in the Han Dynasty, and the impact of Tang and Song poems on the Han people is too great, and they can't appreciate it.

But it does not affect her to savor the beauty of this, every word is a painting, the Chinese language is really broad and profound, so that people have to be proud of it.

"Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky

…………

The mountains and waters are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow

…………

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn

…………

The autumn clouds do not disperse, and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain

…………”

I even remembered a modern poem, but the author couldn't remember it.

"Autumn has rubbed off the old leaves, do you want to hear new stories. The quiet river opened its eyes and said with a smile: there are always people going home, and there are always boats offshore. ”

She couldn't understand the deep meaning, but she couldn't help but moisten her eyes with the sadness that was rendered in the verse.

Just when she finally had the temperament of a literary young woman, a poem was already circling in her heart and was about to be read.

"Her Royal Highness—"

Chuntuo's sharp voice came out of nowhere, and it scared Gillian's poetry into a daze, and she didn't know where to go.

She looked at Chun Tuo with some annoyance, and asked him angrily, "What's wrong?" ”

Chuntuo also knew that Yaxing, who had disturbed Gillian, but he couldn't care about it at this time, and wiped the hot sweat on his forehead. Crying and mourning, he said to Gillian: "Your Highness, go back quickly, Your Majesty is going to kill Taichang!" ”

Yes?

Gillian was shocked, too often!

This is the head of Jiuqing, can you kill casually?

Liu Che, what kind of madness is this!

She didn't have time to ask more, and she knew in her heart that Liu Che was really doing everything.

The previous time he just said that he and Zhang Tang had a lot of trouble because of the case of Li Guang's killing of Baling Lieutenant, so he almost wanted to kill Zhang Tang in earnest.

Thinking of this, she only ordered Haitang and Yulan to take the two children back, so she took a soft sedan chair and followed Chuntuo to the Xuanshu Palace, urging her to hurry up and hurry up along the way.

When he finally arrived at the Xuanmu Palace, he asked Chuntuo while trotting: "What happened this time?" ”

Chun Tuo said with a bitter face: "The slave and maid don't know, it's okay to start first, and then I heard Your Majesty angry inside." Your Majesty's sword has been drawn, if it weren't for the Prime Minister's arrival, he would have stopped him desperately, but I am afraid that the heads would have fallen to the ground. ”

Gillian frowned, she really couldn't understand what Tai Chang, who was in charge of the royal family and had no real power, could commit to Liu Che's hands.

must have really annoyed him, otherwise he wouldn't have been killed.

It's too often Kong Zang now, Gillian heard the eldest brother and the second brother talk about him, it seems that he is too square, strictly abided by etiquette, and has good rules, how can he have such a big conflict with Liu Che?

She took a deep breath, stepped forward and pushed open the door of the temple, turning the main hall and heading inside.

It was quiet, or rather silent, along the way.

Gillian's heart is beating even harder, if Liu Che is as angry as last time, it means that he has not made up his murderous intentions.

This time, there is only one possibility, that is, Liu Che still has to kill after calming down.

Thinking about this verse, my heart burned along the way, and suddenly calmed down.

It doesn't matter if that person deserves to die or not, as long as Liu Che wants to call him dead, then he deserves to die.

In the multiple-choice questions, Gillian will always only choose Liu Che, this is her worldview.

In fact, for Chen Ajiao, her world has never been only Liu Che.

Past and present lives, never changed.

In this life, he set his sights on the court and the Huns, but in the final analysis, it was Liu Che.

She stood still, leveling her breath before pushing open the door to the inner hall.

The inside of the temple was more silent than the outside, and a deathly silence permeated it.

The green smoke in the Boshan furnace in front of the bookcase slowly swirled up, and the sound of the incense ash falling lightly was heard.

Liu Che sat in front of the desk with a cold face, looking like he was not approaching, and only when he saw Gillian coming, did he have a trace of fireworks.

Too often kneeling in front of the case, but his body was quite straight, and the prime minister stood beside him, looking helpless, and greeted the queen when he saw it.

Gillian screamed softly, but her eyes fell on Liu Che, she wanted to see if he was still angry.

The corners of Liu Che's mouth were hooked, revealing an uninhibited smile, and he didn't see any displeasure, and got up and held Gillian's hand.

He asked her in a low voice, "Why are you here?" Is Chuntuo mouthy again? ”

Speaking of this, he smiled helplessly, "This slave is always afraid that I will become a faint monarch and tyrant in the history books." ”

Somehow, I was a little angry again, "What if it is really written in the history books that I am a mediocre king?" People are watching the sky, and the historians can make a conclusion about the coffin with a touch of their mouths? ”