Li Xian really couldn't help but ask Chen Fang, he and his two younger brothers almost turned the lotus pond over, but they still found nothing, let alone the lotus pod, not a single lotus pod pole was found.

"Eaten by the fish!"

"Ahh Can a fish jump that high? ”

"Yes! Can the fish jump over the dragon gate, and the lotus canopy is as high as the dragon gate? ”

Chen Fang's words, the three brothers scratched their heads.

An Ding really couldn't stand it, raised his hand, and gave it to his head.

"You can't tell the pony is joking with you!"

The third brother hurriedly hung his head, this Anding trained his younger brother, but he obeyed the three younger brothers, Chen Fang saw it, and wanted to applaud Anding.

These three, even according to the original history of the Tang Dynasty, are also a prince of Zhang Huai, two emperors of the Tang Dynasty, but they didn't dare to put one of them when Princess Anding was stunned.

I don't know how Wu Meiniang usually manages these children, her son is so afraid of his sister.

At this time, the three little princes were trained by An Ding and did not dare to raise their heads, and after a while, the youngest Li Dan looked up at Chen Fang.

"Horse, why didn't the lotus pod come about? I can't even eat lotus seeds if I want to. ”

If the family is really greedy, the little prince is no exception.

Chen Fang stroked the top of Li Dan's head.

"I was pecked by a bird."

When the third brother heard this, he sighed, and only said that there were so many lotus pods in the Taiye Pool, but there was no one here in the Tang Workshop.

Chen Fang really wanted to say that you let those Weaver Girl embroiderers go to Daming Palace for a few days to try it, and see if you can still find lotus canopies in Taiye Pool.

At this time, he went back to prepare lunch, and he was very busy, and while preparing, Chen Fang sighed.

Dingyu looked at Chen Fang, but smiled lightly, seeing her laughing, Chen Fang thought to himself, he should accompany his apprentice and improve the food for Yiyang.

Just as he was preparing, Taiping ran into the courtyard, and when he saw Chen Fang, he asked if he had prepared sweet rice, this little girl, she is addicted to eating soft sweet rice!

The sweet rice is naturally prepared, Taiping and the three little princes like it, the key is that this thing is easy to make, save ingredients, and it is especially easy to eat this thing.

Wu Meiniang always wakes up at lunch, but in the Tang Workshop, Niangniang always makes up for sleep much better than in the palace.

I always can't sleep well in the palace, and for some reason, I got a pillow at the head of the Tang Workshop, which was a good night's sleep.

What can Chen Fang say? What can you do? I can only wait.

Wu Meiniang sleeps well here, but it is the most important reason why His Majesty likes to bring her here. Of course, Li Zhi himself likes it here, probably because he is used to living in the deep palace compound, and this small courtyard is also fresh.

This is just like some people in later generations who are tired of eating chicken, duck and fish on weekdays, and they also want to eat vegetables and radish.

After lunch, Concubine De played the piano in the courtyard, playing as she pleased, but she did not play according to a specific musical notation.

The sound of this piano is unrestrained, completely freewheeling, but it is also good.

On the gourd shelf, several gourds were quite large at this time, and the original pond in the courtyard no longer raised swans at this time, but koi carp.

The grass and mud horses were also pulled to other yards to feed, and the clumps of bamboo in the corner of the wall grew more and more green.

His Majesty lives here, and Chunxiao and Luluo also brought it, and they really have a posture of settling here.

Concubine Jing sat aside at this time, didn't speak, took a palace fan and gently fanned the wind, but she was very leisurely.

Chen Fang looked at her and looked at the green bamboo in the corner, and couldn't help but think, could it be that the people of the Taiyuan Wang family like bamboo?

Sitting alone in the secluded grate, playing the piano and howling.

People in the deep forest don't know, and the bright moon comes to take pictures.

This famous "Bamboo Pavilion" in later generations was written by the descendants of Concubine Jing at this time, the great poet named Wang Wei.

At this time, I looked at the palace fan held by Concubine Jing, but the fan surface was also painted with a pair of ink bamboo.

After lunch, after a short rest, Wu Meiniang asked Chen Fang to take her to the workshop to walk around at will, while Yiyang and Gao An accompanied His Majesty here.

The little princes and princesses were overwhelmed and didn't want to go anywhere.

Chen Fang looked at Wu Meiniang, and from the corner of her eyes, he read that he was in a catastrophe today.

took Wu Meiniang around for a while, and was pulled by Wu Meiniang, but Niangniang pulled her hand at this time, but she didn't shy away from it at all, don't say others, in front of His Majesty, they all want to pull it, it's just like pulling Li Xiange's hand at random.

I turned around at will, and I went to the peach forest, and the mother said that she was going to pick a few fresh peaches herself, but at this time, how could there be fresh peaches here.

"Chen Fang, where's the peaches here?"

You are really a mother and son, today the three princes also said that there is no lotus pod in the lotus pond in the workshop, and now the mother asks why there are no peaches on the peach tree.

"Back to Niangniang, there are not many peaches this year, only a few sporadic ones, but now they are long gone."

"Oh! Hongu thought there was. I haven't eaten the fresh peaches in the workshop for a long time these days, and I realized that there is really no comparison between the picks in the Forbidden Garden and here. It's still delicious here, and it's bigger. ”

Chen Fang didn't know if Niangniang's words meant something, because after saying this, Chen Fang had an extra hand on his face, a hand that made people admire when he saw it, and a jade hand of the most noble woman in the world.

After countless years, this hand is still the most noble female jade hand in Chinese history, but at this time, it gently stroked Chen's cheeks and touched his sideburns and eyebrows. Even the perfect fingertips reached into Chen Fang's sideburns and gently touched his scalp.

Chen Fang even felt Wu Meiniang's slender nails gently scratch his scalp a few times.

At this time, Wu Meiniang gently picked him up and leaned into his arms, Chen Fang almost didn't suffocate.

At this time, I feel completely different from Yiyang together.

When Wu Meiniang finally let go, Chen Fang was able to raise his head and breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Wu Meiniang at this time, her eyes were like silk, Chen Fang only felt that every time she saw her, Wu Meiniang was so exciting.

This woman's beauty and delicacy can't be seen enough.

Once commented on Cao Zijian in the Three Kingdoms, the world's talent is a burden, and Zijian monopolizes eight buckets, which is the origin of the eight buckets of talent.

At this time, Chen Fang just wanted to say that if there is a burden of women's beauty in this world, Wu Meiniang can also account for eight buckets. No, Wu Meiniang has less to occupy, and she has to share some with her wife and Zheng Meiren.

Looking at Wu Meiniang at this time, Chen Fang was a little obsessed with this beauty, and it really captivated the country and the city, making people see it, as if they were drunk.

However, the apprehension in his heart is also powerful at this time, but Chen Fang has always liked and feared Wu Meiniang.

There, Wu Meiniang gently stroked Chen Fang's chin with her fingers, and the round and perfect fingers were stained with the corners of Chen Fang's lips.

At this time, I don't know how, Chen Fang reached out and gently pinched the hand, pinched the green onion white jade fingers, kissed gently, kissed the back of the hand from the fingertips, and then kissed back the fingertips. Every inch of skin, between the fingers, has never been spared.

I gently put that hand on my face at this time, feeling the softness of the palm, but the palm lines are exquisite.

There, Wu Meiniang stroked Chen's cheeks, but leaned her head lightly.

After a while, Chen Fang felt the hot red lips, the white pink neck, the warmth like jade, and the white like snow.