Because of the confrontation between Cheng Qi and Han Yi in the morning, the atmosphere of Vermilion Bird Tower today was relatively stiff, and when the double assessment was conducted in the afternoon, everyone's faces were rarely smiling, and Mama Cao also looked strange.

"These are all mournful, let alone the emperor, even I can't stand it."

Mama Cao sarcastically said on the side.

"Could it be that they were all frightened by the injury of the girl yesterday?"

When Han Yi heard this, his anger was gushing, and he couldn't wait to step forward and kill the woman alive.

Because she is too old to exceed the rules, she has to knock a few words on the side every time she comes, which makes her displeased.

Mama Cao, when I get out of this Vermilion Bird Tower, I have to ask you to peel your skin and cramp.

And Aunt Yun said coldly: "Xu is nervous about the assessment, and the girls didn't sleep last night." "Stopped," the assessment must not be delayed, please start quickly." ”

Only then did Mama Cao raise her head and say, "Girls, please take a seat." ”

Everyone sat down in front of the low flower table, on which was a blank fan, with pens and paints, as well as two spare towels for wiping, and a small cup of water for washing pens.

Good death, Cheng Qi chose next to Han Yi, the man was thinking about how to paint a fan, and after seeing this person sitting down lazily, he couldn't help but shudder, frowned, and said, "Get out of my way." ”

Cheng Qi turned a deaf ear and lifted the pen decently, but the fact is that she doesn't know how to draw at all, let alone the calligraphy master of the original owner, so the works handed in these two times are very good for her.

But fortunately, there are two points, first, this fan is the same as the embroidered handkerchief, and it will not be given to the emperor at all as Aunt Yun said, but it was sold when it left the palace, only Ma Zhen's stupid girl believed it.

Second, she didn't want to enter the palace either.

Simply.

Cheng Qi held it in the posture of a modern person holding a pen, and muttered seriously while drawing: "I'll look at Ha, an old Ding head, who owes me two balls." ”

(Nose & Eyes)

"I said three days."

(Forehead wrinkles)

"He said it would be back in four days."

(Mouth)

"I said fuck you."

Cheng Qi went around in a circle, surrounded all his facial features, and made his whole head.

It's just that the fan is smaller, and she can't finish painting all the old Dingtou, not to mention the inscription, she thought about it, and simply wrote her favorite poet of the Republic of China, Zhang Zongchang's masterpiece next to this peerless masterpiece.

Muttered in his mouth.

"Daming Lake, Ming Lake is big, there are lotus flowers in Daming Lake, and there are toads on the lotus flowers, poke and jump."

After Cheng Qi finished writing, he put down the pen with satisfaction.

And all this was seen by Mama Cao, who was standing behind her, her face was full of incredulity, carefully looked at the back of Cheng Qi's head, and said in her heart that everyone said that Cheng Qi had broken his head, and she still didn't believe it.

This time, I saw it with my own eyes, the person who used to chant poetry and make a wonderful pen and flowers, and who could condense and paint the world's scenery with a pen, is gone, and replaced by a favorite ...... Poke the old man of the toad?

Mama Cao straightened up, recalled her appearance when she fell yesterday, and thought to herself, forget it, don't be like a fool, just let her poke the toad.

As soon as he finished thinking about it, he saw Cheng Qi's whim and wrote two more sentences, namely:

- Something flies in the sky, a pile in the east and a pile in the west; Could it be that the Jade Emperor built a golden palace and sifted lime and sifted lime.

- What a Penglai Pavilion, that's good. If the gods can reach it, I will also sit down. Set up a drink by the window and sing to the sea. Come and guess a few punches, my brother-in-law is afraid of drinking too much.

After writing, Cheng Qi entertained himself for a while, and Mama Cao couldn't stand it for a long time, Cheng Qi put the brush into the clear water cup and rinsed it, and then picked it up, but accidentally threw a trace on Han Yi's body.

"I'm going to die!"

Han Yi ducked back suddenly, but his front placket was still dirty, and he looked back at Cheng Qi, knowing that she was doing it on purpose, and she couldn't be angry.

It was Mama Cao who stabilized everyone and took her back to the back pavilion to change her clothes expressionlessly.

Behind the folding fan screen, Han Yi took off the soiled clothes, prepared the maid, and put on the skirt he brought from home.

Mama Cao was waiting outside, urging her life.

"The girl has to hurry up, the water clock will arrive later, and the fan stamps of each family will be sent, and you will hand over a semi-finished product for nothing, and in the eyes of the emperor, it will not only be too old."

Han Yi's heart was like a cat's claw when he heard it, and he really wanted to gnaw her flesh and skin, but he couldn't go out in this dress, after all, the buttons were broken, and he looked left and right, and there was still one in the lattice, so he put it back on.

"It's not good."

"Why is the girl so meaty?"

Mama Cao said angrily.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Han Yi said as he quickly walked out of it, because he didn't bring it from home, the cuffs were a little uncomfortable, and he stretched hard, and then he said first: "I'm causing trouble to Mama." ”

She walked forward, which required a swing of arms, but Mama Cao looked at her sleeves and felt strange: "I said, girl, what good things are you hiding in your sleeves?" ”

Han Yi felt that the sleeves were strange, as if there was something tucked in the stack, and when he heard what Mama Cao said, he turned around and raised his right arm, and as a result, it suddenly came like a spring breeze overnight, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed.

Han Yi looked at the things that flew out of his gauze sleeves, his eyes widened, and he said in his heart that these feather-like things that were fluttering with white flowers were ...... A small amount of bounced cotton wool!

Although the number is small, it is thin and thin, and it can fly everywhere at once!

I'm !!

Where does the cotton wool come from in summer!

When Mama Cao saw the snow-like cotton wool flying in her face, her eyes were blurry, her heart was broken, her face was hideous, and her body was leaning back.

At this moment, at the age of nearly sixty, she can't wait to directly transform into Neo and dodge bullets in the Matrix.

Because of her.

Have asthma.

The most untouchable of these wool and cotton, even if they are very thin and fine, and the number is not much, they are only as flood beasts.

In winter, she basically couldn't come out of the nest, but she didn't have time to react, and she was startled again, and made a gasp action.

Those cotton wool elves are like this, incarnated as Bolt, and at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, they burrowed into her throat!

"Ahem......"

Mama Cao was choked directly, sat on the ground all of a sudden, clasped her throat, her face quickly turned red, and she kept reaching out to pat the floor, and tears burst out like a waterfall.

Han Yi was also frightened, and Aunt Yun and the other servants quickly rushed over when they heard the voice, but they didn't know what was going on, and they fell into anxiety and panic.

Cheng Qi tilted his head to look over, but Ma Zhen, who was not far away, ran over directly, she and Feng Se both screamed in confusion, and then joined the rest of the show girls to come over.

What are you going to do?

I saw Ma Zhen push aside the crowd, looked at Mama Cao who was about to be choked to death, her little face was dark, she walked over and hugged Mama Cao's body from behind, strangled her arms, and shook her up and down fiercely.

Cheng Qi glared.

Can the Heimlich maneuver still work?

Can you save your asthma?

Just thinking about it, I saw Mama Cao cough fiercely, and a lump of sticky white stuff instantly squirted out of her throat with sticky phlegm, swept in front of her eyes, and stuck on Wan Jingjing's forehead.

Huh-