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Yuan Kong, who was sitting in the sedan chair, was thinking about what his father wanted to give to the mountain lord, was it a thank you gift, and just thinking about it, a little fat man next to him suddenly lay on his lap, interrupting Yuan Kong's thoughts. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This sedan chair is very large, and it will not seem crowded to sit three people, Mao Mao has loved to roll since he was a child, and now he is probably tired of rolling and lying on Yuankong's lap to rest.

"Why hasn't my brother been here yet, the sedan chair here is so slow. Mao Mao said with a disgusted face.

"It's almost there, don't worry. Yuan Kong said as he picked up Mao Mao from his lap and put it on his lap, thinking that Mao Mao's weight was estimated to be about the same as Jiang Guangjie's childhood.

After getting off the sedan chair, Yuankong took Maomao's hand and walked towards the study, in this palace, Yuankong and his sister did not forbid to go as they wanted, and they did not need the leadership of the golden armor warriors, Yuankong, who had been to the study many times, was already familiar with the road.

There was no one in the imperial study, Yuankong casually found Zhang Haitan's carved wooden chair and sat down, Yuankong, who had been to the study many times, did not feel fresh in the study, but Maomao was the first time to come. Lively fur looks here, touches there.

Finally, he came to the place where Yi Yang usually wrote, climbed on the table on the chair, pouted his buttocks, held the brush with one hand and began to wave it.

In this world, it is estimated that there is no second one except Mao Mao, who dares to step on the emperor's chair.

Yuankong originally didn't plan to bring Maomao to the imperial study, but Maomao saw that Yuankong was leaving, so he immediately followed, for fear that his brother would secretly go to Haoyang Mountain and not take him. Follow wherever you go, look like you're determined, Yuankong has to follow no matter what he says, and he has no choice but to take it.

And Yuankong knew that his father was also very fond of Mao Mao, and the imperial study was not taboo about Mao Mao.

Seeing that Mao Mao couldn't even hold a pen, and had a serious look, Yuan Kong felt interesting, and couldn't help but get up from the chair and walk to Mao Mao's side to see what he wrote.

I saw the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing painted by Mao Mao, with a circle and a little line. After looking at it for a long time, Yuankong didn't see what it was. I was really curious, so Yuankong asked out loud: "Maomao, are you writing or painting?"

Mao Mao didn't pay any attention to Yuankong's question, as if he hadn't heard it, and stared at the paper with a vicious face, as if he was looking at some enemy of his own.

Finally, the straight stroke of the hair is finished, and it seems that the painting is finished. I put the pen down, my teeth were still biting, and my chubby face with bulging cheeks looked even fatter.

Seeing that Mao Mao should have finished painting, Yuan Kong asked again: "Mao Mao, what are you painting?"

"Brother, Mao Mao painted a dream that Mao Mao had last night, and I had forgotten it, but when I saw the pen and paper, I remembered it and drew it. Mao Mao said in a milky voice.

"And what did you see in this dream?"

"Mao Mao dreamed that there was a big insect fighting with Sister Yiyi, and she flew her sister away, and she flew far away. Mao Mao was angry, Mao Mao went up to fight the big worm, and finally killed the big worm, hehe. Mao Mao smiled happily after speaking.

After listening to Mao Mao's words, Yuan Kong still didn't know what this painting was, could it be that the long stroke was a big worm in Mao Mao's mouth. As for what Mao Mao said about a big worm beating his sister away, it was just a dream, and Yuan Kong didn't take it to heart.

After Mao Mao finished painting, he forgot what had just happened, jumped off the table and went to look elsewhere. The ink on the ghost drawing rune on the table was gradually drying.

After Mao Mao left, Yuan Kong shook his head and wiped the place where Mao Mao had stepped on.

I heard the voice of the palace maid at the door: "See the emperor." Yuankong knew that his father was coming, grabbed Mao Mao, who was doing something to the antiques on the museum shelf, and came to the chair and sat down obediently.

"This little guy is here too. Yi Yang walked in and saw Mao Mao sitting on the chair, and said with a smile.

"Hello Grandpa. Mao Mao shouted sweetly without timidity.

"Well, Maomao is fine. Yi Yang walked directly to the bookshelf and took out a letter. Turning his head to Yuan Kong, he said, "Kong'er, you handed over this letter to Li Zeshui Mountain Lord on your behalf." ”

Yuankong took the pale yellow envelope in his father's hand and put it in his arms.

After giving the letter, Yi Yang looked down and saw the Mao Mao masterpiece on the table. "Whose masterpiece is this? "The same Maomao ghost painting Fu Yi Yang can't understand either.

"This is what Mao Mao painted when he was bored just now. Yuan Kong said, Mao Mao jumped in front of his emperor grandfather with some excitement at this time and said: "Emperor grandpa, do you see how well Mao Mao's paintings are." ”

"Haha, it's good, but I don't know what Maomao paints. Yi Yang frowned and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't figure it out.

"Mao Mao painted it casually, and I didn't understand what it was. Yuankong was afraid that Mao Mao would say that dream, so he grabbed Mao Mao's hand and pinched Mao Mao's palm, and hurriedly said.

The precocious Maomao understood what Yuankong meant, and obediently did not say a word.

Although Yuankong himself does not believe in this dream, Yuankong knows how much his father has missed his sister over the years, although his sister will write to herself and his father from time to time, it still can't make up for his father's feeling of missing his daughter.

Yi Yang just asked casually, not really wanting to know. After Yuankong finished speaking, he gave up. He said: "Although it is not far from Leyang City to Haoyang Mountain, you can reach it in a few hours, but you still have to be careful, although my father secretly arranged for Yu Liangxiao's secret spy to protect you." To be on the safe side, take one of your maids with you. ”

"Yes, the child will pay attention. Yuankong nodded and said.

"You won't complain that your father secretly sent someone to protect you, and made you feel that you are not free when you bring people around. Yi Yang said slowly.

"How can it be, the child knows that the father is for the good of the child. The child's life is not the child's own, and half of the mother's parents, since the last assassination, the child knows that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. I will pay more attention to it and let myself live well. Yuan Kong said with a slight smile on his face.

"As my son, you were destined to endure this from the moment you were born. Is it bitter?" Yi Yang also said with a smile.

"It is as the son of you and your mother that I am not bitter. Being your son is a sweet thing for me all my life, and I'm sure Yiyi thinks the same way. Yuan Kong said with some pride.

Yi Yang's grin widened, "Pack up your things and get ready to go." Since his wife's death, Yi Yang has never smiled so happily.

Mao Mao has been quietly listening to his brother and the emperor's grandfather talking, not jumping, not making trouble, not feeling bored, very well-behaved. seems to be still thinking about what is the sweet thing of his life, took out a candy from his arms and threw it into his mouth, Mao Mao smiled happily and knew that the thing that he would be sweet for a lifetime should be to have this candy for a lifetime.

It's simple, it's naïve, it's true.