The day after the Shangyuan Festival, the crown ceremony of the second man of the house officially began.

As the protagonist, this son was ordered by the old man to squat in the ancestral hall of the Fang family, dressed in plain linen, sitting on the couch, very nervous, almost sincere, finally, this son finally grew up for the second time, bah, what to say, I always feel that it is not a taste. I'm also very excited, and the excitement is finally coming out, damn it, let me imagine the ancient crown ceremony countless times in the future.

Three days ago, this son has been tortured in the rehearsal ceremony, the old man personally stabbed me for a temporary hellish intensive training, that said, it was really, too miserable, starting last night, the old man kicked me this excellent young man kicked into the ancestral hall of the Fangfu, and chatted with the martyrs of the Fang family who had been incarnated as a spirit card, all night, stupidly staring at the brand, reciting the ancestral teachings of the Fang family, almost crazy, except for a cup of tea and a bowl of chestnut rice porridge that was so clear that you could see the bottom of the bowl, There was nothing left for this son, and when I saw the cockroaches crawling past the two spirit cards, I wanted to catch them to learn the wilderness survival training of special forces.

The old man also guarded against death and prevented his son from dozing off and disrespecting his ancestors, so he specially let the two relatives, who were relatives, sit in charge.

All night, the corners of the mouth of the tired and hungry Ben Gongzi almost drooled, and the originally angular abdominal muscles now don't know where to run, and they feel that something is wrong with the softness of the whole body. Fortunately, I finally managed to make it to dawn.

"The slave maid Green Butterfly has seen the two uncles, the lord is waiting for guests in the front hall, there are many people coming today, the lord can't greet him, so he specially asked the slave maid to invite the two uncles over. By the way, let the slave maid bring water and rice porridge to the second young master. The close-fitting maid who hadn't seen her all night appeared outside the ancestral hall with a food plate, bowed down and saluted the two clan uncles, her big eyes blinking very cutely.

"Oh, beloved, stay good and don't mess around." One of the clan uncles glared at me majestically and threatened.

"Obey the order, the two uncles can rest assured, the little nephew guarantees that the rules are in order, and the second old man will not be discouraged." Very respectfully sent the two clan uncles out of the ancestral hall,? What does this girl mean by the green butterfly, the corners of her eyes are always squeezing her eyes on the food plate, and when she looks down, it turns out to be a ...... Green Butterfly quickly caught up with the two clan uncles in front of the way, between the four short feet of the food plate, several strings fixed a package under the food plate, revealing a familiar fragrance, copied up, flashed into the ancestral hall, as soon as it was opened, I wanted to cry excitedly, braised chicken, a whole half of the braised chicken, my kiss little green butterfly, this son, worthy of being my most intimate girl, look, how kind, considerate, more ...... Well? It's a little more salty, but it tastes pretty good.

A pound of braised chicken was stuffed into the stomach, and I was satisfied with a full uh, when the rice porridge was used as a greasy tea, I sipped it carefully, and kept raising my glass to the ancestral tablet.

"Childe, second son...... "Sister palace maid is also here?" When I was full and began to squint, I couldn't help but open my eyes wide as I was ready to fall asleep.

The palace maid sister stood outside the ancestral hall, her eyes looking left and right, like a timid white deer.

"Why are you here too? Panicked, what are you doing? "I'm very happy, it's rare, my son's two girls have come to visit my prisoner.

"I just met the two uncles in the front yard, I think there should be no one here, son, you haven't eaten all night, so I'll send you some to satisfy your hunger." The palace maid's sister standing outside the ancestral hall had a little red face, and her hand quickly took out a paper bag from her sleeve and handed it to me.

"Ah......" Looking at the more than one pound of braised chicken in his hand, Ben Gongzi was a little suspicious that these two girls had quietly slipped into the kitchen one after the other.

"Childe, I'll keep it for you, eat it quickly. Otherwise, it won't be good if someone comes later. The palace maid sister urged me anxiously, her eyes showing concern, "You...... Have you eaten it? Why don't you share it with me? "A little hesitant, mainly because I lost my appetite.

"Childe, Zhao'er finally got it from under Aunt Liu's nose, as long as you are full, Zhao'er will be satisfied." Look, the palace maid's sister is so good at talking, can I refuse? Refuse a beautiful woman who has a crush on you to bring you food? Unless Ben Gongzi's head is in water, he will refuse.

"Good! Zhao'er helped me look at the dots. "When I opened my mouth and gobbled it up, the palace maid sister saw my eating image, smiled, her eyes were charming, and her mouth was curled.

For the sake of the heart of the palace maid sister with a bewitching surname, what if this son goes down to the sea of fire on the mountain, not to mention this piece of braised chicken, my son still doesn't believe it, the prime minister who can support the boat in his belly, as the son of the prime minister, can't he even hold up a braised chicken? What are you afraid of, the king's anger was shocking, and the two tiger teeth were so hard that he almost chewed the bones.

The last chicken bone was gnawed down, holding a slightly bulging belly, and a very touched expression: "Zhao'er, thank you." ”

"Thanks for what? These should all be done as they should be, second son......"

"Yes."

"The ......"

"Which one?"

"If you get married, will you ......" The palace maid's raised eyes flashed with timidity.

“…… Believe me? "I don't know how to answer, a girl, I can pat my chest and shout that I love you for 10,000 years, two girls, this is a bit difficult, but right now, in addition to the two concubines who have already been booked by Green Butterfly and Sister Palace, I have to add a wife with knotted hair, what can I say?

"The concubine believes in the son." The eyes are watery, the little face is powdery, and the demeanor is really pitiful.

"Don't say that, I heard that my son was flustered, and he called himself Zhao'er, and he forgot?!" staring at the tiger's eyes, bulging and bulging belly, very murderous.

"Zhao'er believes in the son, it is ......" The palace maid sister smiled, and her expression was already overflowing with her relaxed heart.

"Childe, you give it to Zhao'er, otherwise, if someone comes and sees that thing, Childe, you have to recognize it if you don't recognize it." The palace maid raised her orchid fingers, pointed to the chicken bones in the corner of the wall, and chuckled.

"You're smart." glared at the girl: "Do you think this son doesn't even know this?" Subconsciously waved his hand in the void.

The palace maid sister nodded hurriedly, and her hands subconsciously hid behind her, her slightly blushing face, the seductive charm between her eyebrows, she almost broke out, but fortunately, the unique gloomy feeling of the ancestral hall made my son dispel this idea.

"Zhao'er left first, take care of your son." The palace maid took out a piece of paper and wrapped the bones, put them back in her sleeves, and with a faint smile, she stopped in my eyes and left.

This girl is so smart, very emotional, a little bit of what, because the palace maid's sister is happy to stay behind is already an ironclad reality? Or is it lost for living under the iron fist of the Iron Lady of the Tang Dynasty in the future...... More or less a little.

I happily snorted, if it weren't for the fact that my two girls occasionally secretly sent food to my son, I'm afraid that my son would have sat in front of his ancestral hall and ascended to heaven. However, the stomach is a little uncomfortable, it seems that I may have eaten a little too much, but if I don't finish eating, how can I have a piece of the heart of the beauty? With a smile on his face, he looked at the rows of spiritual positions peacefully, imagining the happy life of his son in the future. Wha...... Belch.

There was a clear cough outside the door, and I was so startled that I was leaning against the pillar to reminisce about the two beautiful girls, and quickly got up, knelt respectfully, and faced the ancestors of the Fang family very reverently.

"Jun'er......" My mother's footsteps stopped behind me and gently patted me on the shoulder, and I suddenly reflexed: "Mother?!" Why are you here? "It's amazing, isn't mom supposed to greet guests in the front yard? Why are you here?

"Shh......h Be quiet, stinky boy, be surprised, let your father know that your mother is here to bring you food, and she won't pick you up. It seems that the mother is also very nervous, and she has lost the domineering and majesty of the housewife in the past, and some of them are just the mother who spoils her children and feels sorry for her children. My mother glanced out the door first, and hurriedly took out an oiled paper bag from her sleeve and stuffed it in my arms.

"Is it food?!" I carefully touched the shape of the paper bag, a little weak, more worried, worried about my pitifully swollen belly.

In the urging of my mother, I opened the oil paper tremblingly, and the oily chicken head was glaring at my son, oh, the Buddha who sold cakes, sad and angry, too sad and angry, looking at the braised chicken who dared to stare at my son, I suddenly found that I had a bitter hatred with the braised chicken...... This son is going to make a biao!! ――

ps: Thank you very much for the support of the immortals.,I'll work hard to write it when it's sunny.,I won't rush the manuscript for the sake of the speed of the update.,

ps: Uh-huh, go on, collect, tickets, or something, come to a point, Fang Xiaoer opened his mouth, anyway, he is the prime minister's son, the big belly can be tolerated, what to lose and pretend!

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