The great moon hung on the river that led to water.

The overlapping figures, relying on each other, carrying and hugging each other, should have gone on like this.

Junko clasped her hands around her chest and held her sword.

He looked at them from a distance, as if they were going to heaven, as if they were going to heaven, to the moon.

What a heartwarming scene.

Suddenly, the two masters were in chaos, and the warmth was no longer there.

Song Fusheng lay on Lu Pan's back and kept patting Lu Pan's shoulder.

Lu Pan also hurriedly threw the old man to the ground and took two steps out.

"Gow, grate!"

Lu Pan crossed his hands on his hips, stiffened his back, and looked up at the sky.

The snort was filled with the smell of vomiting.

He still didn't move faster than his father-in-law, and without warning, he had all the clothes on his back.

And Song Fusheng vomited to others, and he vomited on the ground again, but he was still not idle.

complained to Lu Pan with a big tongue: "Who asked you to carry me?" You're throwing me up. ”

"You didn't mean to wander around? If you don't carry it, how to walk around. ”

"You? Who said that if you wander around, you have to go. Okay, you don't have to talk to me, I can see it, you have to be angry with my daughter, you have to give her angry wow wow cry and run home. ”

Lu Pan was inexplicably counted, and he had no clue, what does it have to do with Poria cocos.

Junko ran over with two servants and four personal guards.

"Young Master."

Poof, why do you want to laugh so much?

The young master didn't dare to move when he was vomited, and his back was full of soup.

Junzi knows better than anyone else that in the kind of place that can't be paid attention to on the battlefield, the young master can only endure it, but there is no way.

In fact, when conditions permit, the young master of his family loves cleanliness more than anyone else.

Now I've been vomited, and it's the first time I've had this experience.

Junko couldn't help but smile: "Young master, the little one will change your clothes first." ”

Lu Pan pushed away Junzi's hand to unfold his clothes and took the water bladder handed by the guard.

took two steps forward and bent down to drag his father-in-law, this is a kiss, and he can't ignore it.

Don't keep the stall of vomiting, it's disgusting, get up quickly and rinse your mouth.

Song Fusheng: I don't, I haven't finished yet.

"Say you're not convinced? Ah, when I say wandering, you just want me to wander, you can't let me sit for a while, I can't do it if I don't wander. Then my daughter will come to say, don't you pay attention to me, do you really ignore her, close the door and leave? ”

Lu Pan: "......"

"What are you looking at? This smell is so big, help me up. ”

"You just said, no, don't get up."

Junko wanted to laugh again.

No matter what it is, sir, this is the only way to drink too much.

But the young master of his family treats him like this if he doesn't drink too much on weekdays.

Let him guess, guess wrong, not happy.

As for the time when the young master of his family pursued Miss Song, how many ideas he gave, the young master replied with a "I don't" reaction. Looking back, if he really refuses to deal with it as a young master, the young master will glared at him, disgusted him for being inappropriate, and found fault in all kinds of ways.

This time, young master, you can taste it, hehehehe.

It was the middle of the night when the sound of vehicles came.

Qian Peiying ordered the chicken father to open the door.

Then I saw her old Song, who was sleeping in her uncle's car, all the harazi flowed out, and she was helped out of the car.

"Why did you two change your clothes?" Lao Song was wearing Minrui's clothes, which were long to his feet. Minrui also changed into new clothes, and it seems that he was vomited by Lao Song.

Sure enough, Lu Pan replied, "Father-in-law vomited." ”

Lu Pan hesitated for a few seconds before he felt cramped, but his expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "Mother-in-law, where is Poria?" ”

Qian Peiying understands.

According to modern parlance, it is a special day for engagement after all.

The son-in-law wanted to say a few words to his daughter, but: "Poria has already fallen asleep, she may be tired." You're tired all day, so you'll come to dinner early tomorrow, huh? ”

Lu Pan handed over his father-in-law to his mother-in-law, and after politely greeting Qian Peiying, he left with a slightly lonely back.

And on this side, Lu Pan walked on the front foot, and Qian Peiying pushed Song Fusheng on the back foot:

"Drink, drink to death, others dare not toast, you pour it yourself. I'm embarrassed to say you in front of so many guests. If you can do more, you can drink too much and slip home, and you have to go to the river. ”

The two children couldn't speak.

Besides, after a lot of stumbling, I got engaged, and I vomited my son-in-law.

In fact, from the time of the restaurant, Qian Peiying was angry.

That period gave Lao Song a constant look, and he was not allowed to drag Lu Ban to the river, and he pretended not to look at it.

She still had to keep her face stiff, in front of people, with a smile on her face.

Scared by the roast chicken father, he bent over and was about to bend into a circle, and he didn't dare to look up, but the lady actually punched the old man twice. After beating it, he took it back and sniffed it and asked, "Why are you so fragrant?" ”

The old man smiled and said, "Minrui rubbed the incense for me, am I fragrant?" ”

Roast chicken daddy is worried enough.

He's heard so many secrets lately, he's been forced to do it, and he doesn't want to know.

I didn't dare to tell my mother-in-law and children at home, and I didn't dare to leak my teeth.

I'm afraid that when the old man wants to kill his mouth one day, it will affect his family.

……

When the rooster crows.

Just look, in the bedroom of the main house, Song Fusheng got up quietly, carefully putting on his shoes, while observing Qian Peiying, who was asleep, for fear of waking up his daughter-in-law and scolding him.

Song Fusheng entered the space, and drank two bottles of physical energy in a row before leaving the space.

Carrying a muddy kettle sitting on the stove in one hand and a bag of coffee from a girl in the other, he went to the study.

With steaming coffee at hand, Song Fusheng put on his clothes and began to write a letter at his desk.

Your Majesty, thank you for the marriage.

But the minister had a dilemma and dared to ask the emperor for help.

The minister was from a humble background, and his friends were more familiar with Weimo, and the highest-ranking official he knew was General Liu, and General Liu was still the home of a military general.

The minister didn't want to be helped by the Guogong Mansion for everything, but her daughter became a quasi-princess and had to learn some rules.

Song Fusheng stopped writing, no, why is it so awkward to write, this is really too much yesterday, his literary style.

The group bar and the group bar are thrown aside.

He also wrote that his daughter did not understand the rules of the palace and the mansion.

Stop writing.

Wrong.

Who doesn't know the rules?

He can say that he is from a humble background and doesn't know bullshit, but his daughter, why don't you understand? What the emperor doesn't understand, his daughters understand.

I really don't want to be humble because of etiquette, and I don't want to belittle my daughter, how can I phrase this?

Song Fusheng did not write a reply to the emperor for eight lifetimes.

Since taking office as the prefect, he has always been dry in writing newspapers, and he has done official business, talked about things, and even official affairs can be exempted, and rarely sent letters to the capital, so as not to trouble the emperor.

This is the first time because of personal matters, I want the emperor to send a mama to teach the rules to Poria Cocos.

Otherwise, in the future palace celebration, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the New Year, he is afraid that Poria will not be.

The rules in the palace, that is really not something that ordinary people can relate, it is not written in the book, and it is an unknown dynasty here, who knows when to kneel, when not to kneel.

For example, when I saw the concubine, I have seen a few of them, and Mrs. Liu has only seen them twice, and the minister's family members have to kneel, so there is no need to talk nonsense. But who knows if the princess needs to kneel when she sees the concubine, and what kind of salute she should perform.

Song Fusheng was clumsy and finally finished writing the letter.

In addition, in this letter, there is actually his careful thinking and unspeakable political significance.

He wanted the emperor to know that the minister did not want to rely on the Lu family everywhere, the Lu family was the Lu family, and the minister was the minister.

When the minister encounters a difficulty, he begs you, Your Majesty, you have to solve it for me.

Another point, his Song family is not afraid of someone sent by the emperor, and Mama may also become an eyeliner, right?

But the Song family is not afraid of eyeliner, as long as the space is clear, it's nothing.

His old Song family is innocent, and he has no other thoughts.

Hehe, but, having said that, I really have a thought, my daughter will marry into the Guogong Mansion in the future, and I really want to secretly tell Lu Pan some things, forming a party for personal gain, and the three of them are not afraid of the wall.

There is space in his house.