The little boy replied with a straight look: "Back to the leader, the kid is only famous, and the word, the leader, you can call me Zishang or Zhao'er." ”

Xu Yue patted his little head kindly, "Sima Zhao, ......."

It turns out that your kid is Sima Zhao!

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Xu Yue suddenly thought of a question.

Is it possible that she will be stolen by the Sima family father and son in the future?

"What do you want, Chief?" Zhao Bei followed Xu Yue all the way, and saw that she was thoughtful all the way, and couldn't help but care.

Xu Yue came back to her senses, faced Zhao Bei's concern, waved her hand and said, "It's okay, I'm just thinking about whether there are any flaws in the arrangement of this year's Spring Festival Gala." ”

It is impossible for her to tell Zhao Bei, I am worried that I will be stolen by the Sima family.

But now that I think about it, she is purely a sequelae of the TV series.

Xu Jiajun's political system determined that power would not be concentrated in the hands of only one person, and the division and reduction of rights would be almost impossible to complete if you wanted to re-establish the former imperial system.

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Zhao Bei didn't think much about it, and when he saw Xu Yue mentioning the New Year Gala, he curiously asked:

"I heard that this year's party was held in the evening, because you have a new artifact to display, Chief?"

Xu Yue still didn't know that he was careful, it was nothing more than that he wanted to find out the news first and go back to brag about it.

"Keep it secret for now, and you'll know when the time comes."

Leaving these words, Xu Yue simply did not return to the mansion, turned around and walked towards the suburban school field.

This year's party was not in the city, but was arranged outside the city.

The place is spacious, with a capacity of twenty or thirty thousand people, and there is no such large venue in the city for the time being.

Zhao Beimu sent Xu Yue out of the city, and sighed itchyly, the mouth of the leader of the secret path was too tight.

However, the more this happens, the more curious the big guy becomes.

In this way, the time came to the New Year's Day that the people of Hejian were most looking forward to.

On the first day, the sky cleared, the snow melted for a day and a night, and the unpaved road was full of mud puddles.

Fortunately, a piece of cement was packed up early on the school floor to make a performance stage, otherwise the performance program of tonight's party would have turned into a puddle.

In the face of this emergency, the members of the drama troupe in charge of the party immediately sent Wen Qing, a representative, to ask the goddess if they could use spells to help clean up the venue.

Xu Erniang was idle, and she happily led the two children to the school before everyone else.

Except for the performance stage paved with concrete floor, a campus of Nuo University has long been turned into a mud puddle.

However, Wen Qing and others have already covered the school field with straw overnight, and there is no problem with pedestrians.

But how can that be enough?

Because this year's party was held, I heard that the leader was going to take out a new artifact, and gathered in the river from all directions for this purpose.

Just order it casually in front of your own family.

But in front of outsiders, you can't let people look down on Xu Jiajun!

"Goddess, what are we going to do? In five hours, it will be party time, and some villagers will already come one after another. Wen Qing was so anxious that the corners of his mouth were foaming, and his mouth opened wider when he spoke, and he gasped in pain.

Xu Erniang glanced at him sympathetically, took out her magic wand and threw it out, and the corners of Wen Qing's mouth were blistered and visibly deflated.

It's not entirely good, but it's already many times more comfortable than before.

Wen Qing gratefully saluted the goddess with a hug on her chest, and hurriedly discussed a solution with her.

As he was talking, Xu Dongbei raised his hand and said, "I can evaporate the water." ”

However, the site that has already been trampled on is also very ugly after being dried.

But it's much better than laying straw.

Xu Erniang nodded, first included it as plan one, and then looked at the other members of the art troupe, "If you have any ideas, speak up boldly, I will try my best to cooperate." ”

Someone suggested that it should be frozen to the surface of ice, and it would look tall.

Wen Qing immediately slapped the man angrily: "There are so many people, if one of them slips, they will all fall, and you will be responsible for the accident at that time?" ”

The members scratched their heads and didn't dare to say any more.

Xu Erniang looked around the school field, and thought for a moment, "That's it, let's make a lawn now." ”

"Huh?" Wen Qing and the others were really dumbfounded, "This is okay?" ”

Xu Erniang raised her eyebrows, "What's wrong with this?" ”

Magic is as bold as a person!

First let the northeast of her house steam the snow water on the ground, she is arranging a life formation, and finally let her daughter Pingyuan activate the resurrection magic she has studied for so long, isn't this there?

"Hurry up and go to the leader to get enough grass seeds!" Xu Erniang ordered.

Wen Qing nodded stunned, was pushed by the members, and then rode on a fast horse and rushed towards the city.

When he arrived at the city gate, he got on the cement road, and borrowed the bicycles of the city guards, and went straight to the government office.

By the time Wen Qing asked for grass from Xu Yue, the straw on the school field had been removed by the soldiers, and the ground had been evaporated by Xu Dongbei with magic and turned hard.

Wen Qing walked in a hurry, and almost tripped over the raised rut mark.

"Here comes the seed!" Wen Qing looked at Xu Dongbei, who was tired and paralyzed and sat directly on the straw pile and drank milk tea, holding the seeds blankly and not knowing who to hand them to.

Xu Erniang was already standing on the middle performance stage, closing her eyes and silently reciting this lengthy incantation to activate the formation.

A six-pointed star continued to enlarge over the school field, and finally enveloped the entire school field.

And Xu Pingyuan was standing on the dry mud field watched by the audience, pouting his ass and buttoning the mud.

In the end, Xu Dongbei, who drank the milk tea, said in a milky voice: "Let people spread the grass seeds evenly on the school field, A-Niang said." ”

"Oooh!"

Wen Qing finally changed the direction, mobilized all the members and the soldiers in charge of security, there were many people and great strength, and after a while, all the grass seeds were scattered.

"Exit the schoolyard." Xu Dongbei stood on the straw stack and commanded, a small person, commanding people is quite like that.

As a result, everyone except the mother and daughter retreated outside the formation.

Wen Qing hugged Xu Dongbei, the little guy twisted his body and slid down to the ground, and said very seriously:

"Thank you, Uncle Wenqing, but grandpa said that I am three years old, and I am a little man, and I can't let adults hug me anymore."

Wen Qing wiped the sweat from his head and nodded softly to show respect.

As soon as he raised his eyes, the whole person was stunned.

I saw that the white light had covered the entire school field at some point, and a little drizzle fell, and the originally dry and dry earth became soft, and the soil gradually covered the grass seeds that had been sown before.

Then, in the drizzle, the mud trembled, and a little bit of tender green came out strongly, and finally broke through the soil.

They grew taller and taller, trying to stretch their branches, and eventually, the muddy school field turned into a refreshing green field.

After the drizzle, the school field exudes a refreshing fragrance, and in the cold winter, it ushers in a spring scene.

"Grass, it's really grassy!"

"The grass is growing!"

Everyone on the lookers cheered, hugged their chests with one hand, and murmured in a low voice:

"To the great god of light—"