The Queen Mother smiled lovingly, "It's hard for you, don't be polite, sit down." ”

"Empress Dowager Xie."

Qiao Shuai said clearly.

The little maid on the side wanted to move a small stool for him, but before she could move over, Qiao Shuai had already tiptoed on the circle chair very neatly, and sat firmly on the circle chair with two small short legs in the air.

The little maid saw him dough, but he had a handsome face, the appearance of a little adult, and the mother's love was overflowing, and she felt so much that she wanted to take him into her arms and rub it.

The Queen Mother asked with a smile, "I heard that you can recite 300 poems at a young age." ”

Qiao Shuai nodded, "Yes." ”

"Oh, then how many songs will you recite to the mourners?" The Queen Mother was suddenly interested.

Qiao Shuai nodded, "Okay!" ”

Then he straightened his little back, and his voice was immature and loud.

"Famous flowers are happy with each other, and the king often looks at it with a smile, explaining that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is leaning on the north of the river."

Queen Mother "......"

"It's really good to memorize, and listen to another one?"

"Good!"

Qiao Shuai responded politely, and his immature voice sounded crisply.

"An increase of one point is too long, and a decrease of one point is too short; If it is powdered, it is too white, and Shi Zhu is too red; The eyebrows are like green feathers, the muscles are like snow, the waist is like a bundle, the teeth are like shellfish, and the smile is smiling, bewildering Yang City, and fascinated Cai. ”

Queen Mother "......"

Still not giving up, he continued, "Not bad, yes, recite another song to listen to?" ”

"Good!"

"The two bends seem to be frowning and not frowning, and a pair of eyes seem to be happy but not happy. The state is full of sorrows, and the disease of the whole body. Tears are dotted, and the pant is slight. Quiet like a delicate flower shining on the water, action like a weak willow supporting the wind......"

"Ahem, ahem...... It's okay, it's okay, it's good to carry it! Reward! ”

The Queen Mother interrupted his shaking his head and reciting poems.

Who taught this, how can it be this kind of poetry that writes about beauties.

At this young age, who gave enlightened education, how to teach the little guy to observe beauty!

Mama Ruyi came out with a small jade Ruyi, and said with a smile, "This is the Queen Mother's reward for you to play." ”

Qiao Shuai took it and thanked him crisply, "Thank you Empress Dowager." ”

The Queen Mother nodded, and asked him again, "You were dependent on your mother at a young age, did you miss your father?" ”

"I don't want to, Qiao Meimei said, I don't have a father, I jumped out of the stone, like Monkey King, I will step on the colorful auspicious clouds to marry my beloved girl in the future."

Qiao Shuai Xiaojun's face was serious, and he said crisply.

"Ahem, ahem......"

The Queen Mother just took a sip of tea in her mouth and almost didn't squirt out.

took the handkerchief from the maid's hand, wiped his mouth and said, "You want to marry your beloved girl at a young age?" ”

"I'm not a three-year-old child, I'm almost four years old, not young, everything is foreseen, if you don't prepare in advance, your beloved girl will be married!"

Qiao Meimei's elite harem group has one hundred and nine people, and he is under a lot of pressure.

"Ahem, ahem......"

The Queen Mother was almost choked again.

My goodness, where did this little cutie come from.

The Queen Mother still wanted to ask him, but Ruyi Mama suddenly said in a low voice, "Queen Mother, Lord Rong asks to see you." ”

When the Queen Mother heard that King Rong was coming, she looked overjoyed and said with a smile, "Please, send this child back to Changle Palace." ”

"Yes."

Mama responded and sent Qiao Shuai out.

Qiao Shuai walked to the door and met King Rong.

King Rong looked at the small pink carved dot under his feet, the picturesque beautiful eyebrows and eyes had a sense of familiarity, frowned, and asked unhappily, "Who are you?" ”