The little fat man jerked back.

This is the legendary fate to meet thousands of miles away? No, it doesn't seem to be available here.

Glancing at Liu Bei, her mother said softly: "I already have a son, and I will never leave him." Think about it, what would you think if your mother left you? ”

Zhang Xiaopang suddenly burst into tears and hung his head silently.

"Madame, please come back. Today's events will never be known to outsiders. "Mother prepares to see off the guest.

"Yes, yes!" The woman nodded again and again, although she was gorgeously dressed, she was obviously a concubine, and she was used to lowering her eyebrows on weekdays.

Unexpectedly, before the woman reached out to hug her, Zhang Xiaopang cried loudly. Especially the explosion sound when he just opened his mouth, it was like thunder falling in nine days, which shook people's ears and buzzed.

Even though the woman tried to coax her, the little fat boy just kept crying.

The little fat man and his mother looked at each other, showing a trace of helplessness.

I had no choice but to sit aside.

For a long time, Zhang Xiaopang gradually stopped crying. Well, there's a pool of water on the floor in front of you!

Liu Bei just wanted to speak, but unexpectedly opened his chubby mouth and said, "Mother, eat milk." ”

The woman was also doting. Or maybe seeing that Liu Bei is also a half-old child, he is dressed in a wide dress, holding Zhang Xiaopang and feeding him.

Zhang Xiaopang eats even worse.

Hum while eating. **Flowing down the pink cheeks to the chin, hanging drop by drop, the little fat man kept swallowing saliva.

Without him, milk addiction is committed.

Hearing the sound of her son swallowing saliva, the mother shook her head, beckoned him too, turned her back, and loosened her clothes to breastfeed. It is said that Zhang Xiaopang is smaller. But a boy of two or three years old. Mothers don't have to shy away from it.

In other words, I was also very doted on by my mother. Most of the children who are breastfed are fat. Liu Xiaopang and Zhang Xiaopang's situation is slightly different. The reason why he was breastfed by his mother until he was six years old was because his family was poor when he was a child, and his mother tried her best to shorten his food and clothing. Therefore, Liu Xiaopang is quite addicted to milk.

As soon as he eats milk, the whole person is dizzy, as if he has been hypnotized. The wisdom of the past is completely gone, and it is groggy as if floating in the clouds.

After eating, he tilted his head and saw Zhang Xiaopang squatting beside him, holding his chin and licking his lips to look at him.

The little fat man rolled his eyes and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Brother, can you give me a bite?"

"......," the little fat man suddenly opened his mouth wide, "Your request is too much." ”

But his mother was amused by him: "Come on, my brother won't be full of food anyway." ”

The woman thanked her and left with Zhang Xiaopang in her arms. The little fat man sent out the middle gate, looked at the carriage in the distance and muttered: "Zhang Xiaopang, it seems that you are destined to be my Liu Bei's brother in this life." ”

After thinking about it: "Isn't Zhang Xiaopang black-faced, why does it look like a porcelain doll......"

Recently, Liu Bei has been a little annoyed.

Zhang Xiaopang came to rub the milk every once in a while. I can't even eat half full. His mother also took the opportunity to wean him. Liu Xiaopang is getting older, his family situation is getting better day by day, and with all kinds of performances beyond his age on weekdays, his mother can finally be ruthless.

The woman had come with her a few times before, but she hadn't even been with her recently. Zhang Xiaopang was so alone and was pulled by the old servant in a carriage. And his butcher father also ignored it. The little fat man doesn't believe it, it's been so long, he still doesn't know? pretending to be deaf and dumb like this, it seems that he wants to use Zhang Xiaopang to save the country with a curve?

The picture is not small......

Zhang Xiaopang is getting more and more clingy. Strange is strange, it's not his mother who is sticky, but he Liu Bei. In the end, it is a two- or three-year-old child, and his innocence is still alive. Leaving his old house, the freshness everywhere in the countryside made him want to stop, and he had no resistance at all.

Walk horses, catch insects, and learn to climb trees with friends. If you can't climb up, you cry, just throw a twig full of mulberries, and the crying will stop immediately.

Time-tested.

Liu Bei would slide down, touch his head and say, "Zhang Xiaopang, you have eaten your mother's milk, and you will be my Liu Bei's brother in the future." You know? ”

"Yes." Zhang Xiaopang, who ate the mulberry with a mouth full of juice, stared at the round black eyes, and nodded heavily.

Seeing his generous and righteous appearance, Liu Bei suddenly felt a lot better.

"You can't eat too many mulberries." This time, the female assassin picked up the lamp.

"Why?" The little fat man asked.

"It's a hindrance to growth."

"Really?"

"When a hundred are true. My father once encountered a sick patient. Five short figures, but the head is as big as a bucket, and the hands are over the knees......"

"Eat mulberries?" The little fat man swallowed.

"Well, that man is a hell of a wolf. It must be eaten in the morning and evening, and it will be dried to be eaten in the fruitless season. Sixteen years old but not yet seven or eight years old ......"

The little fat man who listened to it sweated down.

The female assassin changed her words, "Eating too much can hurt your body, and the same is true for other fruits and vegetables." ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention, "The hands over the knees turned out to be deformed." Yes, if you put the arm of a sixteen-year-old boy on a child of seven or eight years old, wouldn't it be over the knee...... So, I'm nowhere near seven feet tall......"

"How's the sword practice?" Seeing the little fat man's eyes wandering, the female assassin changed the subject.

"That's it." The little fat man hadn't woken up from a nightmare of head to head and hands above his knees.

"Well, there's no hurry. You're still young, and you have time. The female assassin said softly, "The recipe you gave me has a miraculous effect. Alas, Rao is father did not know that Ganshi could cure hemorrhoids. You're a genius. By the way, can you tell me which book you read it from? ”

"I forgot, I read too many books, how can I remember. Moreover, many of the books in the house are incomplete, and there are even traces of arson...... "The little fat man looked at him left and right.

The female assassin sighed secretly, "If you don't want to say it, I won't ask in the future." Remember, as long as I'm here, no one can touch half of your hair. ”

The little fat man's heart warmed, and he said, "Remember to fetch water." ”

"What? What I said is so true, you still let me fetch water? ”

"How many times, are you embarrassed?" The little fat man bites to death and does not let go.

"I'm not just recovering from an old illness, so I don't dare to work too hard." Shove the lantern to the little fat man, and the female assassin is ready to slip away.

"Don't go yet, I have something to ask you for."

"What?" The female assassin stopped.

"Help me find some azalea seeds, preferably in any color."

"Okay."

Seeing off the female assassin, the little fat man picked up the light and walked out of the toilet to the backyard.

At this time, the moon is full in the middle of the sky, like mercury pouring down on the ground. The little fat man was on a whim, so he used the lamp as a sword and danced.

The sword style is together, and the heart suddenly stops like water.

The little fat man tossed and turned, although he was small, but he was quite imposing. When the sword dance was over, the little fat man suddenly froze.

The lantern with its arms is still drifting. The moment he took it off, the little fat man held it lightly, and it was firmly grasped in the palm of his hand. At this point, the mind returns with the lantern. Whether it is the body or the soul, or the lamp in the hand, they are all the same hunger and thirst.

Mr. Gongsun called the sword.

Presumably, those who have seen her sword dance have given up the idea of learning swords. I also heard the female assassin say that Mr. Gongsun is more of a person than hers. Countless sons and lovers, royal relatives and nobles, threw a lot of money and smiled, waiting for it was indeed the decision of the sword. In the words of the female assassin, the heart of the gentleman is the sharpest sword. And in this era, selling art is not selling one's body, it is as common as drinking cold water. Selling art and selling yourself will make people strange.

The reason is that learning to become a literary and martial artist, and the goods are with the emperor's family. The highest bidder wins. There is no reason to sell yourself cheaply.

This kind of plot seems to be classified as ambition. And for those who are ambitious, the offer is generally relatively high.

There were thousands of thoughts in my heart, but I was blown by the cold wind and shivered greatly.

Alas, sleep, sleep.