Chapter 1212: Where is the Mourning Hall?

Yue Jianxi looked up at her son, but the little persimmon just looked at Princess Xuan lightly, and asked innocently: "Daddy, they all say that I am like you, why does this ugly grandmother say that I am like a mother...... My mother is much better looking than me. ”

Yue Jianxi's worried eyes disappeared in an instant, could this muddy boy still let this old woman bully him.

How could that be her son.

Lian Yusheng looked at his face, and really looked at it carefully: "Well, this nose and face are like fathers, but this smile is like a mother, grandmother is old, and her eyes are a little flowery." ”

Lian Yusheng replied seriously, as if he didn't notice his son's adjectives at all.

Princess Xuan was so angry that she was about to vomit blood, and Du Ma shouted in a low voice on the side: "Little persimmon, this is your grandmother, how can you say that your grandmother is very ugly." ”

The little persimmon pursed his mouth: "It's ugly, I don't lie." ”

Yue Jianxi stretched out her head and screamed twice, looking extremely happy.

didn't forget to make a grimace at Princess Xuan and stuck out her little tongue.

Princess Xuan was scolded by a little milk baby for being ugly, even if she was despised by a little pet, how could she bear it......

"What the hell is this?"

The little persimmon happily replied: "It's the little silver fox, my father and I like her very much, she will scratch people's faces if she is not happy." ”

Yue Jianxi stretched out her paws cooperatively and made a fierce shaving posture towards Princess Xuan.

Princess Xuan only felt a pain on her face, as if she had really been scraped.

"Little persimmon, don't raise such a dangerous thing, no wonder it's so rude." Princess Xuan sat up and sighed: "Ah Yu, if you want to manage a country now, you must have no time to discipline him, Jian Xi is not here again, I'll be a grandmother to take him." “

The little persimmon was unhappy: "Dad, the ugly grandmother said that I don't have a courtesy, what is the courtesy." Lian Yusheng hooked his lips: "Lishu, as long as you are strong enough, you say what Lishu is, it is what it is." “

Princess Xuan and Du's mother were so shocked that they almost fell out of their eyes, how could they teach their son like this, she had never taught Ah Yu like this.

The little persimmon squeaked happily: "Daddy, I think telling the truth is the best courtesy." “

Yue Jianxi couldn't help but pat his little fox claws, her son is really a god teammate, always so powerful.

On the opposite side, Princess Xuan and Du Ma, who were acting, were like cow that had been stuffed with a mouthful of cow, what is called telling the truth is a good courtesy.

Do you know what indecent times are!

Sure enough, it was the woman's son, and he didn't have any upbringing.

"Well, the little persimmon is right, reward you with a BMW." Lian Yusheng's words made Princess Xuan almost miss out in one breath.

She couldn't help but speak: "Ah Yu, children can't be so used to it, if you don't teach it well, you will lose the face of your regent." ”

Lian Yusheng raised his eyebrows: "Who dares to say that this king's son is not half a sentence?" ”

This tone Princess Xuan is too familiar, and she was also familiar with that woman at the beginning, she couldn't say anything bad about her, and whoever dared to say it would be killed directly, regardless of whether she would be criticized.

"Of course, no one dares to say it, but there is always a time when he wants to stand alone."

Princess Xuan changed her attitude smartly.

"Mother, you called me today to tell me how to take care of the child?" Lian Yusheng's voice suddenly turned cold.

Princess Xuan shook her head: "No, no, my mother only found out about Jian Xi's death today, and I feel sorry for her ......?"

Then the mother will go to the vigil and talk about the rest later. Lian Yusheng stood up with the little persimmon in his arms, walked to the door without looking back, paused and said lightly: "Mother doesn't want to know where Xi'er's mourning hall is?" ”