Ling Xiaorou thought that Mingcheng would go directly to study with the old hermit, but she didn't expect to come over at this time, and when she heard the voice, she came out of the house, and saw Yurou plopping into Mingcheng's arms, looking at Xiu Yi who was being held by the scholar, and her eyes were envious. Please search (product # book ¥ net) to see the most complete! The fastest update

"Big brother, hug the softness!"

After speaking, Brother Mingcheng decisively abandoned her.

Mingcheng was petrified, how could he never have imagined that he, who had always been most relied on by his sister, would have been abandoned one day, thinking about whether he wanted the scholar to be his chief manager in the future, there was a scholar, his Xiuyi brother didn't come to get close to him, and even Yurou's sister didn't want his arms, it was strange and sad to think about it.

The soft language here and Xiu Yi went to fight for the scholar's arms, Xiu Jin climbed down from the wooden horse, ran over with his little short legs upside down, and tied his little hand towards the sad Ming Cheng, "Brother hug!" ”

Mingcheng's stricken heart finally recovered, without his sister to hug, the eldest brother was also fragrant and soft.

Yu Rou originally wanted the scholar to pick her up like hugging Xiuyi, after all, Mingcheng was young and had little strength, and he was standing on the ground when he hugged her, unlike this scholar's brother who could pick people up.

As a result, Xiu Yi refused to go to the ground, and the scholar couldn't hold the two, and when Yu Rou wanted to hug Mingcheng again, Mingcheng had already hugged Xiu Jin in his arms.

Yu Rou looked left and right, her heart was extremely aggrieved, and when she saw her mother and grandmother coming out of the house, she cried with a 'wow', "Brother is bad, don't hold Yu Rou, Yu Rou is sad, mother hugs!" ”

Ling Xiaorou couldn't cry or laugh, this daughter was spoiled by the family, she wanted to bite the tip of everything, and she didn't know if she would be too willful when she grew up, Ling Xiaorou was worried more than once, but He Louyuan and the old lady both said that the girl in the palace was the county lord, even if she was willful, it would not be the turn of others to dislike her.

Ling Xiaorou thought about it, this is also the reason, since she has the ability to let her daughter live wantonly, why use etiquette to restrict her? As long as she is not ruthless and unreasonable, her daughter is not afraid of being difficult to marry.

Moreover, the performance of Yurou on weekdays is also very sensible, and a good child is not afraid of being spoiled no matter how spoiled.

Before Ling Xiaorou could open her arms, Xiu Jin, who saw her sister crying, broke away from Mingcheng's arms and came over and pulled Yu Rou's sleeve, "Brother hug!" ”

After speaking, she hugged Yu Rou, Yu Rou glanced at her eldest brother, her tears were immediately put back, she giggled, and her little hand that had just played with mud wiped her face, leaving two black handprints.

Seeing two children of similar height and appearance hugging each other, it felt so warm, Ling Xiaorou only hated that there was no camera to capture it, if it was left until the children were older, how good it would be to look back at these precious memories.

Ming Cheng had seen the old lady and the master again, Ling Xiaorou asked him if he had eaten, Ming Cheng said no, Ling Xiaorou asked people to set the meal.

Compared with the few dishes made in Ling Xiaorou's kitchen in the wooden house, the dishes made by the chef of the palace were more delicious when the ingredients were sufficient, although it was slightly worse than the Buddha jumping over the wall, but it was better than the style, and he couldn't stop eating chopsticks when he ate the scholar, so many delicacies, he felt that he couldn't eat it.

Ling Xiaorou and the old lady smiled when they saw him eating, but the child who was only a teenager was embarrassed by the hardships he had with the old hermit in the mountains, so he asked the maid to give him more vegetables, and the scholar was a little shy.

Although I know that my food is a little unsightly, but who makes this dish too delicious, I am afraid that it is more delicious than the imperial meal that Mr. once said, and then think of Mr. when he ate Buddha and jumped over the wall before, he couldn't wait to put his head into the jar to eat, his eating appearance is really nothing.

After a meal, not only the scholar ate enough, but Mingcheng also ate a lot, although the palace brought him a few cooks to wait, but there was no master on the mountain, no younger brothers and sisters, and he didn't eat well. In particular, when his younger siblings clumsily hold chopsticks to pick up dishes for him, even dishes that he has never liked to eat have become delicious.

In the future, I finally don't have to be separated from my sister and younger siblings, and I am in a good mood, so I naturally eat more.

After eating, when it was time for the younger brothers and sisters to take a nap, it was terrible that as soon as they slept Mingcheng's brother disappeared again, several children said that they refused to go to sleep, and finally Mingcheng personally coaxed him to sleep.

As a result, the children fell asleep, Mingcheng was also sleepy, and he fell asleep on the side.

Ling Xiaorou turned around, and as soon as she entered the room, she saw four children lying on the bed asleep, and the scholar stood aside and hugged her shoulders, with a helpless expression.

couldn't help but laugh out loud, beckoned to the scholar, and the scholar came out with Ling Xiaorou.

Ling Xiaorou grabbed a handful of pine nut candy wrapped in paper on the table and stuffed it to the scholar, who took it and peeled off the paper in the same way as Ling Xiaorou, revealing the golden-red pine nut candy inside.

took a bite, it was sweet, fragrant and crispy, chewed it twice and swallowed it, peeled another one and put it in his mouth, in his opinion, these sugars were even better than the lunch he had just eaten, but the princess didn't let him eat too much, when he ate all the pine nuts in his hand, the princess didn't give him another handful, let him stare at the pine nuts on the table and drool.

Of course, Ling Xiaorou saw that the scholar hadn't eaten enough, but eating too much was not good for his teeth, and Ling Xiaorou didn't plan to let him eat much in one go, anyway, he was going to live in the palace with his husband in the future, and the palace was not as delicious as pine nut candy.

Ling Xiaorou called him out for his own purpose, and when she saw that he had finished eating the sugar, she asked, "What's your name?" ”

The clerk shook his head, "I was an orphan picked up by my husband, and my husband didn't name me, so he always called me a scholar." ”

Whether in the past life or in this life, Ling Xiaorou's parents passed away early, and she had sympathy and pity for the orphan from the bottom of her bones, and touched the top of his head after listening to what the scholar said, "Poor child, in the future, treat the palace as your home." ”

As for the name, the clerk is the old hermit's clerk, and she can't manage it too widely.

The scholar's eyes lit up, "Can you really treat the palace as your home?" ”

Ling Xiaorou smiled and nodded, "Of course." ”

The clerk showed a big smile, "Then when I grow up, I will be the head of the palace." ”

Ling Xiaorou 'uh', I didn't understand what the scholar meant, although he was the old hermit's scholar, but the children who grew up next to him would not be bad in the future, just be the head of the palace, but not give in?

The clerk explained: "Mingcheng said that in the future, I would follow him and give me a big mansion to live in, and I promised Mingcheng to be his manager." Now the princess wants me to treat the palace as her home, and when I grow up, I will be the head of the palace. ”

Ling Xiaorou listened to the black lines all over her head, and the scholar only thought that Ling Xiaorou would not agree, and her mood was low, "If the princess is embarrassed, forget it, I will still be the chief manager of Mingcheng in the future." ”

Ling Xiaorou said very seriously: "Mingcheng is the prince, you know, right?" ”

The clerk hummed, "Mr. said that he wanted me to assist Ming Cheng." ”

"I think the assistant that your husband said should not be to be the general manager of Mingcheng?"

The scholar thought for a while: "I didn't say it, but I don't care much about fame and fortune, so it doesn't matter what I do." ”

Ling Xiaorou covered her forehead, "Since you know that Mingcheng is the prince, if you can't be the emperor in the future, the king will not be the same as a palace with a different surname like us, at least the head of the prince's mansion is not the same as the head of a palace with a different surname." ”

Seeing that the scholar looked serious about asking for advice, Ling Xiaorou suddenly smiled evilly: "You go back and ask your husband to see if he wants you to be the head manager for Mingcheng." ”

The scholar went to the old hermit with a lot of confusion, and when he saw that the old hermit had drunk too much and fell asleep, he simply sat on the edge of the bed and waited, and waited until the time of the lamp, because the scholar refused to go out to eat, so he brought him dinner, four dishes, one meal, which was much more abundant than when he was in the mountains.

But the scholar had something on his mind, and he rarely saw the old hermit drink so much, so he was worried, so he didn't eat well.

After eating, seeing that the old hermit had not woken up yet, he was not at ease to leave, so he simply squeezed a place next to the bed and lay down.

The old hermit slept until the next morning, opened his eyes and saw the morning sun coming in through the window, and then saw the scholar lying beside him, sat up with a bone, slapped his thigh violently, and woke up the sleeping scholar in a daze, "Sir, what kind of madness do you have in the morning?" ”

The old hermit had a bitter face, "Sir, I have slept a little longer this night, and I have slept through last night's dinner." ”

The scholar also sat up from the bed, pressed his hand on the bed, and then took it out, and there was an extra chicken leg in his hand, and he put aside the quilt to see a piece of oil, and even the new clothes on his body yesterday were stained with oil.

The old hermit stared at the chicken leg for a long time, "Stinky boy, you are also dirty, how can you take the chicken leg to the bed?" If you want to eat, won't you ask Mingcheng and his sister? ”

The clerk looked innocent, "Sir, I heard that you brought this chicken leg to the bed, and you won't let go of anything, or you will look for it again, I heard that you took two chicken legs." ”

The old hermit's face was a little unbearable, he reached out and touched it on the other side, and he really touched out a chicken leg again, and it was not good to blame others again, although it was cold after smelling, it was still strange and fragrant, and it tasted good after taking a bite.

The clerk threw down the chicken leg and jumped out of bed, and said with disgust on his face: "Sir, you are so dirty." ”

The old hermit made a gesture to smash people with chicken legs, and the scholar rushed out of the room in a few steps. I ran outside and remembered that he still hadn't asked.

The servant who had been sent over to wait heard the voice come out, and when he saw the scholar, he asked, "Childe, do you want to pass breakfast?" ”

As soon as he heard that there was something to eat, the scholar put that little thing aside, and he followed Mr. all the time, are you afraid that you won't have time to ask?

asked people to bring breakfast, and seeing that it was porridge and porridge points, he began to miss the lunch he had at the old lady's place yesterday. Last night because the old hermit was drunk, he had to stay and take care of it, and although the dinner was sumptuous, he ate in a hurry, and did not taste much.

But breakfast is not suitable for eating too tired, and Mr. wakes up with a hangover, it is better to drink porridge, and he can only hope that he will eat well at noon.