In the corner, an adult whose zodiac sign belongs to the dragon has doubts in his eyes.

So......

It's a dragon, will you send a dragon?

The evening spirit asked again, "Then why is it white?" ”

Yun Chu narrowed his eyes: "If you don't like white, he can play freely." ”

Wan Ling's body stiffened slightly: "Niangniang, that's a small animal!" Alive! "Soft! And bites!

Oh, and it can be poisonous!

Yun Chu raised his eyes: "Who said that you must send it alive?" ”

Evening Spirit's confused face: Huh?

I only heard the Queen Mother say: "There should be many craftsmen among the people." ”

Wan Ling actually felt that it made sense, and nodded.

Lord Rong in the corner lowered his eyes silently.

On his birthday, will he receive a fake little white dragon?

Immediately afterwards, Wan Ling said: "It seems that Lord Rong's birthday is approaching." ”

Yun Chu opened his eyes and was a little concerned: "Rong Sui? ”

Wan Ling nodded: "The Ministry of Rites is often discussing the birthdays of your lords. However, in previous years, Rongda people would not hold birthday banquets. ”

Wan Ling thought, even if Lord Rong did it, it is estimated that not many people would dare to come.

All the adults in the court are still very sorry for their lives.

"Oh?" Yun Chu glanced at the screen lightly, thoughtfully, "Lord Rong is so pitiful?" ”

Wan Ling has never heard anyone comment on Rong Sui's pitiful.

But when you think about it, it does seem quite pitiful.

The little girl nodded: "Lord Rong is indeed quite pitiful." ”

When you think about it this way, it's easy to think a lot.

For example, Rongsan has few friends, no, no friends.

For another example, Lord Rong is not loved, no one hurts, and he is not even a man!

It's so pitiful when you think about it!

The evening soul is heartbroken.

I used to be scared, but I forgot that in fact, Lord Rong was also pitiful.

The little girl spoke: "Niangniang, will you celebrate Lord Rong's birthday?" ”

Yun Chu didn't answer, drooping his eyelids.

Wan Ling said again: "Or prepare a congratulatory gift for Lord Rong to send over?" ”

Hearing this, Rong Sui strained his hands slightly, and clenched the coat in his arms.

His eyes blinked a few times, his ears pricked up, and he listened carefully.

He wanted to hear how Yun Chu would answer.

Will he celebrate his birthday?

Will you give him a birthday gift?

Wan Ling is right, Rong Sui hasn't had a birthday for a long time.

It's been a long time, and I don't have an impression of how I spent my last birthday.

Yun Chu said slowly: "It depends on the mood." ”

Wan Ling nodded, but she was still curious: "If Niang Niang gives a gift to Lord Rong, what will she give?" ”

Yun Chu: "I don't know. ”

Evening Ling was a little regretful.

She also thought that the mother would also send some strange animals.

But what is Lord Yung?

This, the evening spirit doesn't know.

The time was almost up, and Wan Ling said: "Niangniang, breakfast should be ready, let's go to the front hall, shall we?" ”

"Oh."

Yun Chu responded.

As soon as I got up, I remembered a certain poor little one hiding behind the screen.

So, she continued to lie back and said, "I'll eat here today." ”

"Is it here?" Wan Ling nodded, "No problem, Niangniang, the slave will go and tell the back kitchen." ”

"Hmm."

Yun Chu wrapped the thin blanket tightly, and the evening spirit had already added new charcoal to the stove.

The room soon warmed up again.

It didn't take long for her to finish speaking, and breakfast was delivered one after another.

A table was set.

After everything was done, Yun Chu found a reason to take away the evening spirit.

Got up and moved a place, sat down at the table, and looked at the screen.

"Still not coming out?"

She was answered by a rustling sound.

After a while, the young man was neatly dressed and stunning, and walked out slowly from behind the screen.