At this time, he finally couldn't support it, he felt sleepy, and his body became weak, so he had to say goodnight to Li Bei'er and go back to his room to rest......

Li Bei'er breathed a long sigh of relief, tonight finally relied on the "trick two" who was good at paper-cutting to get through again, under the candlelight, her beautiful eyes were already so tired that they were almost difficult to open, and her legs were frozen like pig iron......

Li Bei'er hurriedly took a wooden bucket to fill the soup, soaked her feet, and pushed the table in the room against the door, and then got into the quilt and lay down.

At the door, the contents of the table, scissors and carving knives, had already been taken away by the servants, and all that was left was a pile of all kinds of exquisite handmade stickers......

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Fangjiabao.

When Fang Wen returned home, it was already a fixed time, and the night was already late, but unexpectedly, Fang Qiong was like a human spirit, as soon as he heard Fang Wen's movement, he immediately poked his head out of the room, and when Fang Wen happened to pass by in the porch, he called him into his boudoir. - The time is set to be 9 o'clock to 11 o'clock in the evening.

"Why did you come back so late?" Fang Qiong asked.

"And say, didn't you ask me to do your job and stay in the Heavenly King Hall to help a lot?"

"Did you help?"

"Nope."

"None? Are you clumsy and disliked by my master? ”

"Nonsense. He told me not to help. ”

"Why?"

"You want to hear it? I'm afraid you'll get angry when you hear it. ”

"Say."

"He said you're a mascot, I can't do this kind of work, it's better to be a carrier pigeon......"

"As a carrier pigeon?"

"Well, that's what it means to deliver letters to both of you."

"Oh, isn't that good? If you are a carrier pigeon, you can be considered a mascot......"

"Fang Qiong, what's the matter with you? Why do you say the same thing as that guy? Also, that guy Wuzhi, you said that you are just a mascot, so you are not annoyed? Fang Wen was going crazy.

"Why should I be annoyed? In the Hall of Heavenly Kings, my mission was originally a mascot! Hehe...... "Fang Qiong just laughed, not only was she not angry, but she was also very happy.

"Fang Qiong, how can you speak from an outsider's point of view? You're still not my own sister? ”

"Dear, I wasn't your sister in the first place." Fang Qiong said in the tone of the martial arts in the Heavenly King Hall when she was teaching her to deal with guests.

"Ahh

Fang Qiong snorted, so scared that Fang Wen almost suffered internal injuries. Good guy, this sister of my own family, why is it exactly the same as the tone of the martial arts at this time, I didn't think it before, but now I found out that these two guys, although they are not the same surname, are clearly like a family, although the mouth is "pro" to "pro", but it is clear that they want their lives!

Fang Wen was not convinced, he couldn't help Wu Zhi or Fang Qiong, and shouted: "The elbow only knows how to turn out, no wonder my father doesn't like his daughter, it's really a woman who can't help ......it."

Fang Qiong said with a smile: "The eldest daughter is not up to her mother, is it true that the eldest child is up to her father?" ”

When Fang Wen heard this, he remembered the scene when his father taught him yesterday when he hated iron but not steel, and immediately became dumbfounded, willing to admit the upper hand, but threatened:

"In this way, it's better for me not to be a carrier pigeon......

As he spoke, he took out the notebook from his bosom in which Wu Zhi had written a reply, and threw it a few times in the air: "It's better to take it to the kitchen as firewood, or stew a bowl of eight-treasure porridge to drink and warm up......

Fang Qiong jumped up and grabbed it, but she didn't grab it, she had already been put into her arms again by Fang Wen, so she immediately laughed and said: "Hehe, brother, you can't say that, the carrier pigeon still has to be the pigeon, haven't you heard what your father once said, the two armies are exchanged, you can't do it without a messenger, if you don't like to be a pet, change your name and call it a messenger......

"The Messenger? It's not good. "It's Fang Wen's turn.

"It doesn't matter if the messenger doesn't sound good, and you don't like the words of the carrier pigeon, otherwise, call you Brother Xin, Brother Xin, is it always okay? Brother's brother ...... "Fang Qiong's little head always comes up with some unique tricks.

So much so that Fang Wen was almost defeated, but he forcibly held back his laughter and shouted, "Brother Xin? No way. Those who know know that they are called brothers, and those who don't know still think that they are calling pets. ”

"Brother, then you say it yourself, what do you want to call?"

"Dear, where is the word pro? Make up for your 'pro' word! ”

"Dear? Haole, de-brother, pro-brother, pro-brother, give me the letter...... "Fang Qiong really managed to play a trick, and she also got someone, and immediately screamed angrily, Fang Wen couldn't hold back his laughter, so he took out the book and handed it to Fang Qiong.

Fang Qiong couldn't help but take it, and was about to open it, but stopped again.

Fang Wen was about to retreat in defeat and was about to get up and leave the house, but was pulled back by Fang Qiong and sat back on the embroidery pier, Fang Qiong smiled: "Brother, you sit down for a while, I'll go and stew a pot of eight-treasure porridge for you, so that you can warm up and then go back to the room......

Fang Qiong bit the word "pro" with an accent.

"Really? Don't you rush to see what that guy has to say to you? ”

"I'm in a hurry. However, no matter how urgent you are, you can't starve your brother and freeze it, right? ”

Fang Qiong said, stuffed the notebook under her pillow, smoothed it out, looked back at Fang Wen, and then ran out of the house and went straight to the kitchen a hundred meters away.

After a while, there was another gust of wind, and he jumped back into the house.

He was holding a tray with two bowls of eight-treasure porridge in his hand.

Fang Wen was taken aback: "So fast? ”

Fang Qiong's eyes narrowed, and he smiled: "Hehe, it's ready to stew during the day, I'll just heat it up......"

Fang Wen felt that he was being tricked: "No wonder! It turns out that this is the eight-treasure porridge you stewed for me with your own hands, but in fact, it is just a ready-made meal in the kitchen! ”

Hearing this, Fang Qiong was unconvinced: "Nonsense! Don't you see the ash on my face? Although the porridge is ready-made and cooked in the kitchen, you came back so late, and I need to be hot before I can eat it, you don't know how desperately I fanned the fire just now......"

Fang Wen took a look, Fang Qiong's face did have pot ashes, it looked like a kitten, and it was really like what Wu Zhi said, like a pet, so he couldn't help laughing, so he said: "Okay, okay, hurry up and bring it, even if you cook it yourself......"

Fang Qiong put down the tray and asked, "By the way, you didn't say it just now, why did you come back so late?" Have you been wronged? ”

Fang Wen said: "Oh, I have never been wronged, but I have eaten a big meal." ”

Fang Qiong's eyes lit up: "What kind of meal did you eat?" ”

Fang Wen said: "What kind of founding dinner did Wuzhi have tonight, inviting the villagers to eat crabs for free, there are dozens of families present, I don't know how lively it is." He didn't have much business since noon because someone framed the beef noodles for being poisonous during the day today, and I was going to leave a long time ago, but I heard that there was a crab feast, so I stayed again, if it wasn't for the crab not being able to eat more, I would have to eat it with a round belly......"