The world of Ya Butterfly should not be so small

If Uncle Zhao knew that his son's top boss didn't do his job all day long, the net yard people fought, he watched the beautiful women in the kiln for three days, he would go out of tolerance at every turn, and then handed over a bunch of essays to his son for approval, he didn't know a single big word, and he always said that his son was pedantic, and once he got the opportunity, he would tease his son, would he directly pack me up and send it to the lord of He'an?

The last time I came to Lord An, I threatened that as long as I saw An Langbing again, I would immediately snatch 'him' back and get married!

I asked with a sad face, "Uncle, do you want to meet your son?"

Uncle Zhao slapped his thigh: "Of course I want to! The dog hasn't been home for a long time, and I want to die!"

It turns out that Lao Sun's nickname is Goudanzi, and I really can't understand that Comrade Sun Shangxiang, who is the fourth in Xilai Meimen, is called this name.

I drooped my head and took Lao Sun out of the space and threw it in front of Uncle Zhao.

By this time we had crawled out of the cave, and the bright midday sun was sore in my eyes.

"Who are you? The young man is quite handsome, although he is not as good as that. "Uncle Zhao pointed at me, and I covered my face.

Lao Sun was stunned: "You don't know me anymore?"

Uncle Zhao shook his head and asked me, "The young man has two brushes, how did this living person come out?"

Yes, in the future, if I am fired by the emperor, I will have a craft.

Lao Sun stomped his feet: "I'm a dog!"

Uncle Zhao was like being struck by lightning, and pointed his finger at Lao Sun with a trembling finger: "You, you, you, dog?"

"Hmm!!" Lao Sun's hmm-word turned back and forth.

Uncle Zhao winked at Lao Sun, then took out a small piece of torn paper from the crotch of his pants and put it next to Lao Sun's face for a long time, Qiu Duoduo and I subconsciously rubbed our faces.

A little boy is drawn on the small broken paper, and the style of the drawing is similar to that of modern sketches.

The little boy was very dark, chubby, with two wine pits when he laughed, and his hair was sparse but neatly combed, but no matter what, the little boy was 108,000 miles away from his grandson!

Lao Sun was anxious, and stepped forward to give Uncle Zhao a bear hug: "Daddy !!" another thousand turns.

Uncle Zhao was stunned and hugged Lao Sun back, and the next second, Uncle Zhao's face changed, pushed Lao Sun away, and then took off his broken straw shoes and raised them to beat.

Uncle Zhao stared at the tiger: "Little rabbit cub! I won't come back to see your father for so long!!!

A generation of 'beauty' Sun Shangxiang was whipped in the field by his farmer father with straw sandals.

I used my divine sense to fish for Lao Sun's information, and his resistance was not great, similar to Zhao Lihan, and it was very easy to check his information.

Lao Sun was eighteen this year, and when he was fourteen years old, he followed his uncle who was a merchant to study in the capital, and at the age of seventeen, he passed the palace examination and made an exception to become a waiter in the criminal department.

Uncle Zhao is not poor, but he likes pastoral life, that is, he cherishes his few acres of land, so he stays in the countryside.

I leaned against Qiu Duoduo and sighed: "It turns out that men can also change eighteen, but now I have opened my eyes." ”

Qiu Duoduo wondered: "I looked much better than him when I was a child, why did I rank behind him?"

I blew my nails: "That means you're bad, not every Zhengtai can grow into a demon." ”

Qiu Duoduo tilted his shoulders, and I had a close contact with the earth.

Ouyang Ruowen had been offline since the beginning, I guess he was frightened, and then he said quietly: "Let Sun Shilang stay, in comparison, Uncle Zhao is safer here than the military camp." ”

I don't have an opinion, anyway, my grandson can't warm my bed.

So Lao Sun was abandoned under the happy decision of the three of us

When I arrived at the barracks, it was a lively place, and the officials of all sizes gathered together, and the single second prince, the third prince, the fifth prince, and the sixth prince were all there.

Maybe it's because the soldiers have adapted to the twice-a-year escape season of the big heads, and their faces are normal, so they should do whatever they want.

I, Yin Shengxuan, Bai Zijing, Ouyang Ruowen, and Qiu Duoduo put their tents outside the main general's tent, which means that we surrounded Long Sicheng.

As for a few of us, Fu Han lives in a tree (he is a monkey), Hua Ruiyang is active in the camp during the day, and goes into the space to sleep at night, that uncle will never feed mosquitoes in the outside world, who let me build a five-star hotel in the space, but there is no waiter.

At this time, I pressed Long Sicheng on the Taishi chair, and I sat on the table in front of him, pinched his neck tightly with both hands, and scolded: "You damn it!!!

And behind me, Yin Shengxuan was holding kraft paper (the kind that is absolutely not breathable), Bai Zijing was holding a judge's pen with petrified nibs, Qiu Duoduo was carrying a leather whip, and Ouyang Ruowen was holding a book, arranged in a line.

This is to cover him, poke him to death, smoke him to death, and kill him.

Long Si is like a hen on a chopping board for us to slaughter, who let him run away first if he doesn't fight righteously, who let him not notify his brothers?!