This is punishment.

Uncle Huang, please cut me in the neck.

"Uncle Huang, do you know what you're doing? It's a mess of the brain. Li Yushu tilted his head and leaned over, and put his hand on Li Aotian's forehead: "It's not hot, why do you say something stupid." ”

Her lips were still stained with a sparkling color, the wetness left by Li's Aotian bite her.

Li Aotian felt a tingling on his forehead.

He grabbed Li Yushu's wrist and chuckled: "The emperor broke through Weichen's secret, shouldn't he pay a price?" ”

"Uncle Huang, this is a bag." The secret he heard by chance became an excuse for the imperial uncle to bully him, and he shook off the imperial uncle's hand from Yushu, lay back down, and wiped his mouth dry.

Uncle Huang's mouth is dirty, and he has nothing to do with himself.

How did the royal family come out with such a scourge, if the first emperor was knowledgeable underground, he would be angry.

Li Aotian lay on his back on the rattan chair, with a look of 'this king is a bag of what kind of posture can you put this king'.

Seeing that he was underbeaten, Li Yushu bit his fist, thinking, don't offend this plague god, she stepped forward with a smile: "Okay, Uncle Huang can touch the bag as much as he wants, I have taken care of Uncle Huang, and I plan to surprise Uncle Huang tomorrow." ”

"Yes." Li Aotian immediately vetoed it, not hoping for Li Yushu's so-called surprise, and sneered: "I'm afraid that there will be surprise." ”

Liyushu hissed: "How can the imperial uncle distrust me like this, Ming'er, no, the next one, I will give the surprise to the imperial uncle." ”

"Wechen will wait and see." Li Aotian said meaningfully, and his eyes looked at her presumptuously without scruples.

She smiled and watched Aotian leave, and only after watching his back disappear did she glance at him, and shouted at Jasmine: "Jasmine, Shimo." ”

This was the first time Jasmine had seen Liyushu so serious.

She spread a piece of rice paper on the stage, dipped in ink and pestle at her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

"The emperor is going to study hard?" Jasmine asked quietly, "Could it be that the emperor wants to pick up all the ink in his stomach?" And then compete with Uncle Huang for the position? ”

"I'm not stupid." Li Yushu pinched the pen and ink and drew a stroke on Jasmine's face: "Go, go, don't disturb my train of thought, what kind of clothes I want to make." ”

Hearing this, the milk tea in Jasmine's hand almost fell: "Emperor, are you going to be a tailor?" Why did the emperor rob all the work of the Internal Affairs Office? ”

"What, I have to think about what kind of clothes the little two in the restaurant wears to be special." Leaving Yushu racking his brains.

"The Emperor thinks slowly." Jasmine turned around and went to make the bed for Yushu.

With a flicker of candlelight, the inspiration from Yushu appeared.

When she finished creating, she stretched tiredly, and halfway through her yawn, she suddenly felt that something was not quite right: "Ah, Jasmine, ...... quickly"

Jasmine, who was packing up the brocade quilt in the inner hall, heard this hurried scream and hurriedly ran out: "Emperor, what's wrong?" ”

"I ...... My chest hurts. Liyushu maintained a posture of opening his teeth and dancing claws, and his handsome little faces came together: "It's over, it's over, this time my chest has become Wu Dalang's baked cake, thin and hard." ”

"The emperor touched, and the slave came." Jasmine patted her thigh, her chest is a big deal, she can't be negligent, she came to Liyushu and observed left and right: "Emperor, does it still hurt?" Can you wear your own clothes? ”