After rushing to the hall, Zhai Xili and Xiong Daimo were already sitting at the dinner table and waiting, while the two children continued to make trouble in the hall tirelessly.

Youruo's sharp eyes found that Zhai Qitao, a bastard boy, had changed his clothes, Xu is Youruo's eyes were full of doubts and questions, and he saw that Shuai Shuai's whole heart was upside down.

"Mother~Daddy, you're finally here~!" Shuai Shuai gave Zhai Jianheng a small look, and then ran to Youruo.

"Come, tell me, how did you change your clothes?" If you gently pinch the handsome little ears, obviously you didn't use any force, but the handsome ears turned red in an instant.

Seeing this, Xiong Daimo immediately opened his mouth to beg for mercy for Shuai Shuai, "Youruo, the two children went to climb the big banyan tree according to what you said, and the coats on the two children were scratched by the branches, so I gave Tao'er the clothes that Heng'er didn't wear." ”

"I see." Yuruo caught a glimpse of his son's red ears, and couldn't help but let go. Zhai Qitao, a little bastard with fine skin and tender meat, is really useless.

"Youruo, you are really cruel to everyone!" Zhai Xi was in a good mood today, so he teased Youruo.

But when men speak, they will generally usher in Zhai Xiying's cold eyes. Zhai Xili's ridicule was no exception, and Zhai Xiying gave him a cold light when he heard it.

It wasn't a day or two since Zhai Xili was dissatisfied with Zhai Xiying, and he didn't ruin the dinner that hadn't been eaten because of the unhappiness of the two of them.

Xiong Daimo interrupted the confrontation between the two men with a loud voice, and asked King Ying's family to hurry to the table, and the meal was quickly brought up from the kitchen.

When Youruo served Shuai Shuai for dinner, he also asked, "Isn't it a competition to climb a tree!" Who wins? ”

Shuai Shuai heard his mother ask him about this, and his small body suddenly straightened up and patted his chest back: "Of course it's a baby!" ”

"Ouch, look at what you can, hurry up and give me dinner!" You Ruocai did not encourage Zhai Qitao to do a good job, so as not to know about the competition with Heng'er to climb trees all day long.

Zhai Qitao fell half dead and paralyzed, and Youruo didn't care. You can't bring Zhai Xili and Daimo's children badly, and you can't hurt your conscience a little. What a mother.

"Youruo, I've already handed over the things to the imperial brother." Towards the end of dinner, Zhai Xili took the initiative to tell Youruo about today's situation.

After listening to Zhai Xili's explanation, the evidence of Lu Batian's rebellion was successfully handed over to Zhai Xiyou, and it was just put away steadily.

"Brother Huang asked me to change the word, thank you." Zhai Xili thanked Youruo seriously.

Youruo shook her head with a helpless smile and returned: "The relationship between us, why do you need to say thanks?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a piece of flesh on his waist and was pinched hard.

Youruo smiled sideways and looked at Zhai Xiying, with a strange light in her eyes, as if to say: Let's go back to the room and toss.

If you are in arrears, of course Zhai Xiying will endure until she returns to Lanyuan at night, and then let her know that she is wrong.

After dinner, Zhai Xiying felt that there was no need to stay longer in the palace, and took Youruo and Zhai Qitao, who was gradually dyed tired, into the carriage home.

Xiong Daimo also deliberately took Zhai Jianheng out to say goodbye, and Zhai Jianheng also said to Shuai Shuai that he would go to King Ying's Mansion tomorrow to play.

The two children were able to play together, and both mothers were happy. The two of them were tired of playing today, and when they separated, they both slept happily.

Zhai Xiying sat on the left side of the carriage with the sleeping handsome handsome, while Youruo leaned on the right side of the carriage.

You Ruo raised his eyes to meet Zhai Xiying's eyes, and his eyes were filled with the green light of a hungry wolf.

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(Markor Literature-)