Braised pork bore the brunt of the food and became the most popular food on the table.

Even a person like Chu Tianhui, who has a calm and introverted personality, is full of praise.

promised to bring some to the brothers in the barracks, and after eating, Lin Xu Ao took away the remaining more than 100 catties of lo-mei.

Mu Qingao and Chu Tianhui were drinking tea in the study, Sister Hui was woken up by the sound of the two talking, and the stupid bird turned over violently like chicken blood, flapping its wings, and fanning the papers on the table everywhere.

"Who are you?" Sister Hui stared at Chu Tianhui vigilantly and asked.

Because he had heard Mu Qingao say something about it before, Chu Tianhui was not surprised.

"Chu Tianhui."

Sister Hui rolled her eyes and thought for a long time to say that she didn't know.

"You just have to finish the rest of your words, General Chu is my friend, and he won't betray you."

Sister Hui glared at Mu Qingao, "You want to rebel?" ”

Mu Qingao's body suddenly turned cold, and he said to Sister Hui with a gloomy face, "Do you know that trouble comes from the mouth?"

"I am concerned about your son as my master, you are an idle prince, why do you want to be friends with the deputy commander of the Five Cities Terracotta Division? Aren't you afraid that the emperor will suspect that you are trying to do wrong? ”

"Friends in adversity, they have endured hardships together, killed enemies, and been injured, and besides, the military power is not in his hands, how can he threaten it?"

"Oh!"

Sister Hui looked clear, walked to the food box with square steps, and began to peck the peanut kernels and melon seeds placed inside.

"Are you going to say it or not?"

Mu Qingao was annoyed by its crisp sound of knocking melon seeds, and his finger bones slammed down the corner of the table, reminding Sister Hui not to get carried away.

"Just a little patience? I may be going to die soon if I eat one less meal, can you let me eat enough?"

Sister Hui raised her right paw impatiently and pointed to the teapot in front of Mu Qingao, "Pour me a glass of water, your throat and eyes are quite dry, why don't you have any eyesight?"

Mu Qingao stopped Jiang Jue, who had stepped forward to teach it a lesson, and poured it a cup of tea with a smile.

"It's me who doesn't take care of it."

Sister Hui rolled her eyes, "Your son knows how to massage my belly, he will definitely be better than you in the future." ”

Who cares about a dying bird? When it was full of food and drink, Sister Hui cleared her throat and said, "Where did we talk about the last book?" ”

Chu Tianhui couldn't hold back his laughter, and saw that King Jing was blushing again, and hurriedly blocked his mouth with his fists to save him some face.

“…… Speaking of Xie Chen's intrusion into the Zhuangzi. ”

Sister Hui shook again, and said with a strong spirit, "The big bird he controls, I look like a snowy eagle, that animal can enter and exit freely in and out of the capital territory, and it is better than my iron-mouthed and steel-toothed Sister Hui'er Niu Bo'er!" ”

Mu Qingao and Chu Tianhui glanced at each other, their faces heavy.

"Presumably you also suspect who is supporting Xie Chen behind his back, what I want to say is that the monkey was taken away by Xie Chen, that little girl named Song Batian, I am afraid that there will be more than one bad luck here, even if Xie Chen is found, the monkey will no longer listen to her."

Mu Qingao sneered, "Why didn't you say the most critical thing earlier?" ”

Sister Hui combed her feathers comfortably, and said disapprovingly, "If I don't lay the groundwork in front of me, will you believe what I say?"

Song Batian is Qingyun's godsister, although her personality is a little weird, but she still has to tell Qingyun about her whereabouts and safety.

After Chu Tianhe said goodbye, Mu Qingao carried the bird cage and went to Doubao's room first, the kid had already finished bathing, and was sitting on the kang flipping through the hand-drawn literacy cards drawn by Qingyun.

"Dad, you see that the corn is called Leon, and my mother said that Leen is said by red-haired, blue-eyed and white-skinned people, they live in a far, far away place, and my mother said that they are very likely to eat human flesh, so you must be careful when you see this kind of person outside."

About the English of "corn", it was purely Song Qingyun's mistake, after the ghost made the god write it, he felt that letting Doubao read English was completely contrary to this era, and he wanted to erase it but was seen by the sharp-eyed Doubao, so he taught him head-on, and then asked about the rest, I didn't know anything.

Mu Qingao is no longer surprised, Song Qingyun said that when she dreamed, she dreamed that someone told her some inexplicable things, so she knew some strange things, Mu Qingao also believed this, who told him to like Song Qingyun?

Looking at Sister Hui napping in the cage, Doubao sighed, "Dad, what did Sister Hui tell you?" I asked it about something, and it didn't tell me because I was too young. ”

"Sister Hui is right, there are some things for adults to do, you are responsible for growing up healthy and healthy, and when you have the ability to protect your mother, Sister Hui will naturally tell you everything."

"Oh, I know, I'll try to grow up and protect my mother."

Mu Qingao patted his little head, and after coaxing him to sleep, he tiptoed to close the door and went back to Qingyun's room.

She was writing the materials to be used in the construction workshop, and when she felt that someone behind her was late, Mu Qingao easily took away what she wrote.

"If you didn't even know how to hold a pen, I really doubt that you are the daughter of someone's family in distress, forgetting your past and always thinking that you are an orphan."

That's not wrong at all, Song Qingyun smiled at him, but she is also a graduate of a prestigious university.

"You help me see, is there anything else you haven't considered?"

Mu Qingao carefully recognized the words she wrote, and the two discussed a few words from time to time, and finally finalized it, and the night was already very deep.

Guo's mother came over and urged the two to rest earlier several times, but in the end, she couldn't be persuaded and simply ran back to the room to sleep, muttering angrily when she left.

The two looked at each other and smiled, blew out the lamp and went to bed, squirted off their clothes, and did some indescribable exercises before falling into a deep sleep.

This night, Song Qingyun had a bizarre dream, one moment dreamed that she was eleven years old sitting at the door of the house, playing with her father by the river, and then dreamed that she was admitted to a key university, the dean's mother cried like a child with the admission letter, and for a while she dreamed that Mu Qingao was holding Doubao, looking at her with a smile, and the last family of three walked to a dazzling light, faintly someone called her mother, she was in a hurry to look back, and she didn't see anything.

Early in the morning of the second day, when Mu Qingao helped her comb her hair, he said that the emperor had given him permission to give him all the land in the suburbs of Beijing, and the land documents were already in his hands.

"Isn't that too high-profile?"

Oh my god, isn't this blatant show-off? She's not rightful now, okay? Wang Shuqi's little slut is in the capital, what if she is stimulated by something to do something unfavorable to King Jing? After all, the emperor and the queen mother don't like Mu Qingao.

"Who I like and who I want to marry is my own business, and others have no right to interfere."

Song Qingyun glared at him in surprise, "Lord Wang, when you entered the palace yesterday, were you stimulated by anything?" How do I think you're starting to break jars and break? ”