Yang Zhimin flipped through the villain's book and read it seriously, as if he was reading the documents of the Ministry of War, and his expression could not be seen at all.

Song Zhan and Tong Qingyan silently finished eating all the meals, and the moment they put down their chopsticks, Yang Zhimin also finished reading the villain book, and when he saw that the cups and dishes were empty, he was not angry, and shouted outside with his neck raised.

"Get a bowl of chicken noodle soup for this king."

Tong Qingyan glanced at the radiant Yang Zhimin and raised her lips.

"What does the prince think of this book?"

"It's really interesting, but the style of painting needs to be improved."

Yang Zhimin didn't tell the truth, mainly because he looked at this girl with a sassy face, and couldn't help but want to hit her, but this villain book is really interesting, and I think it's interesting when I read it, like Liang Jing's simplicity, I definitely like it more.

"The audience of the prince is men, and most of the women like to read some stories of love and love, and the other is that you take that book back as a gift to the princess, which not only shows that she is unique, but also has something for her to do, just looking at it is not enough, and she has to write down her feelings or suggestions, just say that her opinion determines the direction of the plot in the villain's book, then she is bound to spend more time and mind, how can she have the leisure time to fight with the side concubine?!"

Yang Zhimin put the two villain books in his sleeve pocket, picked up the chicken noodle soup sent and began to eat, and finished it in a few clicks.

"Ah Zhan, everything else in your restaurant is good, but the amount is too small to eat, a bowl of chicken noodle soup is twenty taels, it's too dark."

Song Zhan held a glass of white water and took a slow sip of it and replied.

"Yuwang Haihan, if Weichen wants to earn dowry money, the price of vegetables can only be high and not low."

"Poof—"

The tea that had just been drunk in his mouth squirted out so unprepared, Yang Zhimin picked up the handkerchief in embarrassment and wiped it indiscriminately, looked at Song Zhan, who was calm as usual, and sighed disdainfully.

"Their child lion opened his mouth? You Huaiwangfu still need you to make money to prepare for the dowry? ”

"Could it be that the dowry prepared by the prince was given by the emperor?"

Without Song Zhan's response, Tong Qingyan spoke, and the two partnered to scare a Yu Wang, which was more than enough.

Of course, Yang Zhimin was reluctant to follow Tong Qingyan's words, but he was also unwilling to admit defeat like this.

"Can this king be the same as Ah Zhan, this king has been fighting in the north for many years, and he already has savings, Ah Zhan is different, he is dead. I finally planned to develop a side business in order to marry you to earn a dowry, which also damaged the reputation of his Huai Wang's son, if this word reached the ears of Princess Huai, you would suffer it in the future. ”

"The prince opened a restaurant to make money and hired me to enter the door, completely financially free, what can the princess say? My dowry will not be inferior, and she can't say anything, so why should I be afraid of it? ”

"You ......"

In the debate, Yang Zhimin realized that he was indeed inferior to Tong Qingyan, so he closed his mouth stupidly, glanced at Song Zhan, who was honored, and snorted lightly.

took people short and ate people's soft mouths, Yang Zhimin didn't stay any longer, and ran back to the palace with the villain book.

Song Zhan originally only verbally dealt with Yang Zhimin and said a word to earn dowry money, but now after listening to Tong Qingyan's words, he really has a deep feeling for financial freedom.

Tong Qingyan has been out for a while, and recently Mingyu is like a demon king in the mixed world, spreading joy everywhere in the garden, and the Wen family has to work hard to guide him every day, and he is tired enough.

I thought that it would be a cat and a dog to be hated until I was seven or eight years old, but I didn't expect that when he was only one and a half years old, Tong Mingyu would have the signs of a ruined son, Tong Qingyan felt that it was too unfilial to only let Wen Lan, a mother, worry about it.

hurriedly returned to the mansion, and before he entered the courtyard of Lanju, he heard an exclamation from inside.

Although Tong Mingyu can't climb high places, his legs and feet are already very neat, and the subordinates don't dare to really stretch out their hands to stop them, so they can only run around the yard by him, grabbing a handful here and pulling one there.

The flowers and plants of Listening to Lanju have been disastrous, the flowers and plants that were damaged at first will be replanted in a day, and as Tong Mingyu's destructive power is increasing day by day, Wen Lan ordered that new ones should not be planted.

"Miss, the slave maid greets Miss."

"The old slave has seen the young lady."

Hulala, a bunch of people wanted to salute and took care of Tong Mingyu, and everyone waited for Tong Qingyan to shout in strange postures.

"Tong Mingyu, you stop for me!"

One and a half years old Tong Mingyu is taller than ordinary children, he has to eat meat at every meal, it is strange if he can not grow taller, so he has enough energy, he has to have a good time every day, and run out to play rain or shine.

"Sister."

Tong Mingyu obediently stopped circling around the pillar, grinned and showed a row of small white baby teeth that were not neat, and squinted at Tong Qingyan who came in a good mood.

Tong Mingyu, who had a good impression of this sister when he was in infancy, except for listening to Wen Lan's words, probably only listened to his sister's words, as for Tong Huaiyuan, who was a father, in Tong Mingyu's eyes, it was no different from decoration.

"Why are you naughty again? What if you get sick from the wind?! ”

Tong Mingyu tilted his head and let Tong Qingyan wipe the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, although he didn't understand what she was talking about, he could hear it through his tone, it was not a bad word.

"Where's my mother?"

"Broken sleep."

Tong Mingyu can simply say some phrases, which has made many people regard him as a prodigy, and in this era, there are many children who are still incoherent at the age of three but have to start learning thousand-character Chinese.

Wen Lan is a good mother, although she is a woman in the house, she has a very good set of children, Tong Mingyu can say so many phrases because Wen Lan has worked tirelessly to repeat the teaching over and over again.

Tong Qingyan was also taught this way when she was a child, in order not to look too special, she still silently listened to Wen Lan repeat it several times before opening her mouth to say it again.

Holding her younger brother's fleshy palm, Tong Qingyan quietly entered the house and saw a vague figure on the bed under the curtain.

"Mother...... Mother, what's wrong with you? ”

Tong Qingyan looked at Wen Lan, who was flushed with two balls on her face, and slowly put her hand on her forehead.

"Someone! Come on, get a doctor! ”

Tong Qingyan's shouts were mixed with Tong Mingyu's high-pitched cry, making Tinglanju feel like a drop of water dripping into a calm oil pot, and it exploded all at once.

When Tong Huaiyuan, who came home with Xiaoxue outside, heard that Wen Lan was sick, the dog leash in his hand was thrown away instantly.

Xiaoxue tilted her head, looked at the figure running away and hesitated for a moment, then spread her hooves and ran away.

Race run? I haven't lost yet, dog......

Wen Lan fell ill suddenly, and the doctor invited by Jishitang was stunned for a moment when he saw Tong Qingyan guarding the bed, and then cheered up and concentrated on taking the pulse.

Feiyan and Feicui were guarding outside the house, and they also saw the doctor, who was the white-bearded doctor who was going to take Tong Qingyan's cough medicine list.