166。 The soup used by the little lady for bathing is so fragrant [ask for rewards and ask for collection]

[Mengmeng said] clicked over a million, over a million, over a million, just look at when the collection will break a thousand, relatives-

Just give me something, and give some comfort to Mengmeng, who was hurt by the Netherlands and hurt by a toothache. ――

"Hey, your master, how old is I, as for what you said is like I can't get married, I can only choose Yide or Molan?"

Sun Feng felt that if she didn't speak, these two brothers and sisters who sang double reeds could sing her to marry a daughter and two daughters.

Are all the men in the world dead? She can only choose one of the two so sadly?

My aunt and grandmother are determined to raise a bunch of noodles!

Da Qiao: It's all called Molan, and I don't usually call it a stinky boy, this attitude has become unconscious, my mother said, beating is kissing and scolding is love, tsk tsk.

Xiao Qiao: Wow, the master is so strong, the name of the son of De is directly called, no matter how big or small it is in the future, it is the king to get the Xianggong, master, you can do it!

Of course, what is in my heart is what I think in my heart, on the face, Xiao Qiao shut up in unison and obediently listened to the master's fate.

The tacit understanding of the twins, the same looks, the same flattering expressions, except for the differences in height, hairstyle, and clothing, the god-like mess looks cute, Qiushui and Qi Fu really left the best genes to this pair of children.

"In the future, if you don't marry or not, if you tell your grandmother or your father, I won't stop you from hearing it."

put away the portrait and put it back in the painting box, Sun Feng didn't let him take it back to the warehouse, he held it himself, and he didn't know how to get it.

"Yes, miss." Big and small Qiao responded in unison, waiting for further instructions from the master.

"Go back to the house and sleep!" The cool breeze was blowing, and it was still a little cold in the small courtyard in the middle of the night, and the place where the tea was splashed on the body was wet and slimy, and it was very uncomfortable.

"Uh...... It's ......" Little Joe went up to the second floor first to clean up the bed and prepare the water for washing and bathing.

The task of helping Sun Feng upstairs fell on Da Qiao.

Seeing that the master was holding the painting painted by Yu Yide in his arms, Da Qiao began to mumble in his heart again, tossing for so many hours, is the master still reluctant to be a royal prince.

"Big Joe."

"Yes, miss."

"Carry me up, I can't walk."

“……”

Carry? What is a pack? Big Qiaoten's hands in mid-air suddenly couldn't find where to put them.

The matter has come to this, and someone in the dark in the corner of the yard can't hold back the restlessness in his heart: Little lady~~~ Is it okay for you to express your attitude, my brother is not calm in his heart~~~~ Also, my brother is here to carry you!!

"I said, I can't walk."

This is what Sun Feng thought of temporarily, the dim sum was overwhelmed, people were lazy, and he was holding a relatively heavy painting box.

I'll punish you for taking me to the second floor, so that your kid will dare to help Molan's stinky boy in the future!

"That'...... Carry? How do you carry it? "Da Qiao has thought about it a few times, with the one on his back, the master is holding something in his arms and he doesn't plan to let go, is it still on his shoulders?

Sun Feng looked at Da Qiao's confused eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking, too, Da Qiao followed him, except for Xiao Qiao and himself, he had never been in contact with the opposite sex.

"Then carry me up, hold it steady, if it's a little shaky, I'll make soup with that cheap bird tomorrow."

Hug it horizontally, right, the cheap bird Bai Yu can lie so comfortably in your arms, but I can't do it with your master?

“……”

Da Qiao's understanding of the master has reached a higher level, is this angry that he deliberately let Mo Gongzi get into the carriage, or is he eating the vinegar of the little white feather.

So under the gaze of the two shiny eyes in a corner, Da Qiao Huali took the little master in his arms, effortlessly and easily.

Da Qiao: Master, you just ate so many things, where did you eat?

Sun Feng: Your sister, your expression is saying that I am lighter than you imagined? I'm an eight-year-old baby, how much can I weigh!

Sixteen stairs, Da Qiao walked steadily, because it was the relationship of going upstairs, Sun Feng's whole person was constantly leaning on Da Qiao's arms.

Are boys in this era developing relatively early, they are only teenagers, how can their bodies be so strong, or because of the relationship between martial arts since childhood, the biceps brachii are obvious, and the two pectoral muscles are also so elastic......

"Miss...... Miss! ”

When Xiao Qiao saw the scene where Da Qiao put his master at the door of the room, he almost threw the copper basin in his hand to the ground.

"What...... I'll punish him for doing physical work again, and next time I make me unhappy, I will continue to punish him! ”

Da Qiao went downstairs to his room, and Xiao Qiao waited outside, waiting for the master's summons after bathing, with a resentful face.

Master, carrying you upstairs is only a punishment for her little Joe's small body.

For Da Qiao, if holding you is a punishment, he will definitely be willing to make mistakes in front of you every day.

The sound of the water came, it seems that the master's mood for bathing is very good, the sad little Qiao is sad, master, you are really still partial to Da Qiaodi!

Alas, let's go to the kitchenette to boil tea and prepare some supper.

It's true that someone is very happy in the bathtub, but that person is not Sun Feng, someone is stepping out of the bathtub wet, and the new dark blue clothes are so dismal.

"Little junior sister, don't work so hard......" Mo Lan smiled cheaply, it turned out that the little lady was bathing in such a big bath bucket, and she could swim in it.

I don't know if the little lady will mind taking a mandarin duck bath in the future.

"You're busy! Forget about climbing the boudoir, why do you even have to hide here, you're a voyeur! Get too crazy! Slut! ”

If he was holding a wooden stick in his hand, Sun Feng would have beckoned him hard, if he hadn't been stunned for a while, if he hadn't changed his clothes, if he hadn't found out about this stinky boy earlier! People's washboard bodies are really going to be looked at!

"Chirp!"

Mo Lan picked up a ball of white hair from the bathtub and threw it away, and the white hair hung on the towel rack.

"Well, halfway up the wall, the bird flew into my arms, I promise I don't know where it came from."

If it weren't for the bird's movements, he wouldn't have been discovered by the little lady, and he wouldn't have made a soup chicken, but the soup used by the little lady to bathe is so fragrant.

Depend on! You don't know your aunt and grandmother! How did the white feather go in! She even shared a tub with a!

Well, the colored bird must have abandoned Da Qiao when he saw Mo Lan, who looked like a demon, and it was really a colored bird!

Da Qiaobai hurts you! Spit out all the walnut pancakes to my aunt and grandmother!

"It's okay, it's okay, this one isn't wet."

Mo Lan took out two letters from the collar of her upper body, checked that the seals were intact, and there were no water stains before handing them over to Sun Feng with peace of mind.

"What?"

Sun Feng didn't give Mo Lan a good look, what happened in the carriage had only passed for too long, she still remembered it firmly, she was afraid that Mo Lan's nerves would be misplaced, and she would bring her clothes that were still dripping, so she didn't want to stick them together wet and sticky.

Dear, did you think about the wrong point, is it possible that when Molan is dressed neatly, you don't mind sticking together?

"One is for you from the ginkgo in the Feng Mansion, and the other is for you from Chu Wan, fortunately it wasn't wet, otherwise you'll be beaten again when you go back......"

As soon as he heard that it was Ginkgo biloba, Sun Feng hurriedly took it and took a long time to distinguish it before he recognized which one was sent by someone from the wax oil seal.

Glancing at Mo Lan who wrung out the corners of his clothes alone, how untrustworthy is your character, both Ginkgo and Chu Wan used such a trick to prevent being peeked at by you.

The painting box in his hand was temporarily placed on the wooden couch by Sun Feng, and he decided to open it first to see what was written in Chu Wan's letter.

What will be written in the ginkgo letter Sun Feng knows that it must be about the secret between the crown princess and her grandmother, and she will read it when she is still alone.

After reading it back and forth twice, I could understand the meaning of what Chu Wanxin said, from beginning to end, Yu Yujue ascended the throne as the emperor after the state funeral, and a series of marriages would be decreed.

One of them is Wu Lingyu, the cousin of the Wu family, who gave Yu Yi Xiu as a side room, Sun Feng sighed in his heart, it seems that the death of the old man Yu Huang still can't change the fate of Lingyu's cousin.

A prince whose status is not up or down, the main room is alive and well, and the concubines and daughters are complete, and the cousin Lingyu is too quiet and like a warm swallowing of water, and he doesn't know whether he will take the initiative to please Yu Yixiu, let alone go around between the concubines and concubines.

Sun Feng has not yet understood the other marriage-giving relationships, including Jinshi's uncle Xu Hongqin and Tanhua's cousin Xu Qingxiang, who are not relatives of the emperor and the country, they are all officials of the DPRK and China.

And the pile of rotten peach blossoms that were once intended by the old man Yuhuang to marry the eldest brother Qi Shaocheng were all assigned to the son of Beihou Mutong, and this relationship was slowly sorted out when he woke up.

"Wow, who painted this, painting people's little junior sister as beautiful as a fairy."

"Hey! Why look at other people's things! ”

Hearing Mo Lan's voice, I realized that I didn't know when Mo Lan took the painting out without authorization.

In fact, when Mo Lan was squatting in the small courtyard, he heard the master and servant saying that the person who painted this painting had an intention for his little lady, and if Sun Feng didn't take it himself, Mo Lan would also sneak into the warehouse or Da Qiao's house to take a look.

"Who's jade flute is flying darkly, wisteria is in decline at the beginning, and the poem is also well written. Little junior sister, who is this Huang Yida? As evidenced by the sky, Mo Lan asked this sentence with a smile, and his heart was already entangled together.

There was a little lady who blatantly coveted him so blatantly and wrote such sour love poems, his lungs were about to explode.

"My admirer, you want to take care of it, give it back to me!"

you off! you off! you off!

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