"Uncle, come on, come on, I'll help you get it." The little noodle melon gave full play to the advantages of his little dog's legs, and he stepped forward very diligently and neatly to take the picture scroll.

This picture scroll is a treasure to Jun Moyan.

Being snatched so coldly by the little noodle melon made him very angry.

He changed hands and wanted to get it back.

One comes and goes.

The scroll rolled out of the tube.

The portrait of Gui Yuxi's childhood was exposed in front of the little melon.

She froze.

The little doll on this scroll is herself.

How can the uncle have a portrait of his own childhood.

Mrs. is so scary.

The head was buzzing, as if countless bees had been borrowed.

"Who allowed you to touch the king's things?" Jun Moyan picked up the scroll and rolled it up carefully.

"Uncle, who is this?" Gui Yuxi didn't have time to pay attention to the uncle's bad tone, she was only interested in this portrait.

"This king's baby." Jun Moyan walked with the wind, and his voice was cold: "Yu Xiaoba, you almost destroyed the king's baby, do you still want to eat tonight?" ”

"Think about it." Gui Yuxi staggered over and looked at Jun Moyan with a 'begging' look: "Uncle, people are iron rice and steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic." ”

Looking at her clear eyes, Jun Moyan couldn't bear to be too harsh, and only said lightly: "You are not allowed to eat meat and vegetables at night." ”

"Okay." Anyway, you can't starve to death if you don't eat meat for a meal, so I'll make up for it after eating a lot.

She followed with a fart, sticky on the left and sticky on the right: "Uncle, the little girl in the portrait is so cute, it's your daughter?" ”

Jun Moyan paused and looked at her coldly: "If you talk nonsense, this king will tear your mouth." ”

She covered her little mouth, blinked her eyes, and buzzed: "Just ask, you don't say, who knows who, it's not that she is cute." ”

Gui Yuxi's praise made Jun Moyan's face much better.

He showed a proud smile: "This is the princess of this king, Gui Yuxi." ”

"Huh?" Gui Yuxi avoided revealing flaws, and she looked stunned: "Where did the uncle get her portrait?" ”

"Prime Minister's Mansion." Jun Moyan said lightly.

Gui Yuxi lowered her long eyelashes, was it painted by the prime minister's cheap father?

Scold.

It's ironic.

I didn't expect him to remember what he looked like when he was a child.

"Oh, Uncle can keep it as a souvenir in the future." Gui Yuxi said while observing the uncle's expression.

Jun Moyan's eyes revealed nostalgia and sad feelings.

This sentiment is different from the emotion when Jun Moyan mentioned returning to Yuxi in the past.

This made her wonder.

Uncle, what's wrong?

Why did it become so strange after seeing this portrait?

I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out.

I wanted to follow Jun Moyan into the study, but when the door slammed, my nose almost hit crooked.

Gui Yuxi took a step back and rubbed his little nose: "If you don't let in, you won't let in, stingy." ”

The housekeeper smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "Little eight, have you hit a wall?" You too, you shouldn't mess around in the palace, the prince likes the people in the palace to be more serious, and he doesn't like to be crazy. ”

"Oh, I see." Gui Yuxi's chick pecked rice and nodded.

The housekeeper lovingly rubbed the head of the little melon: "Give you a day off today, you don't have to be confined in the house, go play." ”

"Thank you, butler." Gui Yuxi was very excited, she just wanted to go to the master.

She staggered out and whistled when she felt she was in a safe place......