I want to turn around four years later, and the momentum is good.

Soon, Long Quyuan's figure gradually disappeared, "Wait for me." ”

Yuan Changhuan said in a loud voice, "Beautiful little brother, what's your name?" ”

"Long Quyuan."

Three words, with the disappearance of the red figure, and completely dissipated, if it weren't for the disappearance of his brother's boots, Yuan Changhuan really thought that he was in a dream, and there was a beautiful man in the dream.

No, he said he was a god.

He'll disappear too.

Is it really a god?

Yuan Changhuan sat in front of the dressing mirror, looking at the beautiful woman in the mirror, frowning slightly, thinking carefully.

There was a crisp and immature voice from outside, "Eldest prince, you are here, the young lady is in the room." ”

"Sister, are my boots ready?"

You can hear his brother's voice from afar, Yuan Changhuan glanced at the empty cabinet, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes crossed a trace of emptiness.

pretended to be calm and pinched the hairpin and put it on the black hair.

When my brother came in, he turned his head and replied, "What are you doing in a hurry, you are all married, and you are still so reckless." ”

"You little girl, and you talk about my brother." Yuan Changqing pinched his sister's cheek, quite angry, "You won't lie to your brother, right?" ”

Today is his brother's birthday, and Yuan Changhuan asked him to get his birthday gift.

I didn't get it, I didn't say it, and I was said to be reckless by the little girl.

Seeing that his brother was wronged, Yuan Changhuan stood up, "Okay, okay, people didn't mean to talk about you." ”

"It's not, it didn't do it well in the end, so you didn't have to wear it and rub your feet, so you threw it away."

"And what about my birthday?" Yuan Changqing looked at Yuan Changhuan in disbelief, still thinking about his birthday gift in his heart, and his sister said that she would give it to him.

Seeing his brother's aggrieved face.

Yuan Changhuan felt a little regretful in his heart.

Hey, although that little brother is good-looking, he can't make his own brother unhappy.

How can she look good at people and give everything!

The main thing is that the good-looking little brother lacks a pair of shoes.

What to do?

In the end, Yuan Changhuan gritted his teeth, "Brother, when I learn to make robes, I'll make them for you." ”

"Will you?"

What kind of temperament his sister has, Yuan Changqing still doesn't know, embroidering live needlework, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, all of them don't know anything.

How could she do such a difficult job as making robes.

"Brother, just wait, I'll be able to do it tomorrow." Yuan Changhuan was distrusted by his brother and pushed him out, "You will wait for my gift tomorrow." ”

Although it is not the birthday of the crown, but it is also the birthday, Yuan Changhuan did not send it today, and he felt sorry for his brother.

"For the sake of your hearty face, my brother is waiting for you."

"Don't worry." Yuan Changhuan swore an oath.

Although Yuan Changqing didn't take away the boots made by his sister, he was also looking forward to tomorrow's robe, and when he put them on, he must show off to his colleagues.

They had robes sewn by their wives, and they had their sisters sewn.

The more he thought about it, the more excited Yuan Changqing's face became, "Sister, don't lie to my brother anymore." ”

"Good!"

Yuan Changhuan's face was full of determination, and he finally coaxed Yuan Changqing away, and then began to learn how to sew robes with a sad face.

A lot of good material was wasted to sew a decent robe.

"Is it pretty?"

"It's good-looking."

Jade Satin, looking at the dark red brocade robe made of a few pieces of cloth, replied with a clear conscience.

Yuan Changhuan threw his robe on the bed, "Hey, I know it's not good-looking." ”