The emperor's foot was not heavy, and the emperor pretended to look pitiful, "Father, it's rare to take a few days off for the New Year, Mo'er girl can make Erchen completely relaxed, and Erchen also wants to stay with Mo'er girl for a while, relax more." ”

The Emperor Taishang hugged Bai Qianmo and said without replying: "Don't you have a daughter yourself?" Go back and let your daughter accompany you. ”

The emperor looked helpless: "If the daughter of the son can make the son so happy, the son of the minister will not have to worry about Mo'er."

Mo'er girl, would you like to sing a song to your imperial uncle again? ”

Bai Qianmo lay on the shoulders of the Emperor Taishang, clenched her small fist and raised it above her head: "Ha babble, ha oh, oh, this feel is cool, this feel is cool, okay!" The courtiers are done singing! ”

Emperor:(ಥ_ಥ)

"You're too perfunctory, aren't you? That's it? ”

Bai Qianmo grinned: "Uncle Huang, this is a free trial, if you want to listen to the full version, you must recharge as a VIP member, hehe......"

Emperor:

All:???

Emperor Taishang frowned into Sichuan characters, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Little girl, what is a member who loves fart?" How do I top up? ”

Bai Qianmo tilted her little head and said with a natural expression: "VIP members can listen to all the songs, to put it bluntly, it is for silver!" If you don't give money, you can only listen to it. ”

The emperor's eyes widened: "Hey, you little money fan, didn't I give you enough?" If you want to sing a song, you will have to pay silver, little without conscience.

If you want silver, you can go into the palace with the imperial uncle, and the imperial uncle will bring it to you. ”

"No, no." Bai Qianmo refused: "Uncle Huang, the courtiers want to paint the skirt of the imperial grandmother!" Tomorrow I will send you pickled radishes to sing to you again, no money, and I can eat with you? ”

The emperor was overjoyed, but there was a look of arrogance on his face: "It's about the same." ”

The Emperor gave the emperor a blank look, hugged Bai Qianmo back to the room, and pulled the Empress Taishang before leaving, "Let's go, let's go and paint the style of the dress." ”

The emperor shook his head and smiled: "Father has something to do, this little girl is really pleasing." ”

"Bang!"

After the Emperor entered the house, he closed the door directly, "Little girl, let's continue to paint." ”

"Imperial grandfather, the courtiers will go and get some charcoal first, and it will be easy to paint with charcoal."

Emperor Taishang: "? ”

Painting with charcoal, the Emperor Taishang has heard of it for the first time, and he has never seen it.

Bai Qianmo opened the door and ran to the kitchen with a smoke.

First took a big bowl, hid in the corner on the side and mixed the water for pickling radish and handed it to Aunt Li, then she went to pick up some charcoal and took it back to the room.

In front of the emperor, Bai Qianmo didn't dare to draw with a pencil, so she replaced the pencil with charcoal and began to draw on paper.

After the details of the dress designed for Queen Taishang were handled, Bai Qianmo changed a piece of paper, picked up the charcoal again, recalled the style of the modern Lori skirt in her mind, and began to draw the next one.

After looking at it for a while, the Emperor Taishang also brought a piece of white paper, picked up a piece of charcoal, and drew it carefully.

After a few strokes, the emperor's eyes flashed with joy, this charcoal painting is much easier to paint than a brush.

While looking at Bai Qianmo's design drawing, the Emperor Taishang was thinking about how to make changes to Bai Qianmo's design drawing and draw a different dress.

An old man and a young man lowered their heads and drew pictures seriously, while Empress Taishang looked at Emperor Taishang's paintings, and then looked at Bai Qianmo's paintings, and began to give advice to Emperor Taishang on the side.

"Old man, the neckline doesn't look good like this, change the pattern......

The old man's cuffs are wider......

Old man......"

The Emperor Taishang was annoyed, threw away the charcoal in his hand, brought a piece of white paper again, picked up a piece of charcoal and handed it to the Empress Taishang: "Can you draw one yourself?" ”

Empress Taishang was stunned and rolled her eyes: "If this palace can draw, do you still need to talk about you?" ”

"I can't draw you to make a mess, huh?"

"I don't know how to draw this palace, I can see it! What you draw is not as good as the little girl's drawing. ”

Emperor Taishang glanced at Bai Qianmo and said to Queen Taishang: "Don't disturb Gu and the little girl, go to the fourth daughter-in-law and ask her to get some supper for the little girl." ”

Bai Qianmo: ...... I'm not hungry!

Empress Taishang was interested, "Little girl, what do you want to eat?" This palace went to your mother and asked her to make it for you. ”

Bai Qianmo was indeed not hungry, but Empress Taishang kept talking beside her, and it did disturb her and the imperial grandfather.

Tilting his head and thinking about it, he asked, "Grandmother Huang, what do you want to eat?" ”

"If you can have a bowl of porridge, it should be good with a little pickled radish, but it's a pity that the pickled radish was eaten by the cook in the imperial dining room."

"Imperial grandmother, then you go and ask the concubine to order the kitchen to boil porridge, and when the porridge is boiled, the pickled radish should be able to eat."

Empress Taishang's eyes lit up, "Are you making pickled radishes again?" ”

"When I went to get the charcoal just now, I prepared the seasoning and asked Aunt Li in the kitchen to make it."

"Okay, good, it's really the good granddaughter of the emperor's grandmother, this palace will go and let your mother concubine make porridge."

After Empress Taishang finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the door.

Within two steps, Empress Taishang's face changed slightly, and she couldn't help but secretly let out a silent fart, and she was embarrassed to speed up her pace and walk out of the room.

Emperor Taishang frowned: "Where did the radish smell come from?" ”

Bai Qianmo: ...... That's the sour radish fart smell.

I knew in my heart that it was a sour radish fart, but I didn't dare to say it!

"Grandfather Huang, did you hear that the pickled radish is hallucinating? What's the smell of turnips? ”

"Really? Didn't you? Did Lone smell wrong? ”

Bai Qianmo nodded her little head: "Anyway, the courtiers didn't smell it, so let's draw it quickly!" ”

It's a big fart, why do you have to worry about whether it smells or not?

Meanwhile.

The cook in the imperial dining room who had just arrived at the gate of the palace also felt that his stomach was upset and he always wanted to fart.

He was afraid that the emperor and queen would be smoked, so he deliberately retreated to the back.

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army asked with a puzzled expression: "Imperial Chef Shang, what's wrong with you?" ”

The cook's face was full of embarrassment: "No, it's okay." ”

"Poof, poof......"

The cook really couldn't hold back and was completely released.

One by one, the guards raised their hands to fan the wind and looked at the cook with disgust.

Can't you go far to fart to fart?

Commander of the Imperial Forest Army: "Woohoo, radish flavored, Shang Imperial Chef, how many radishes have you eaten?" ”

The cook was so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a hole in the ground to get into, but the sour radish was a bit too much, and before he could go away, he couldn't help but release a few more.

The Guards rolled their eyes and fanned their noses with their right hands.

Damn, it's so smoked that I'm about to cry.

"Puff ......"

The commander of the Imperial Forest Army couldn't bear it anymore: "Shang Imperial Chef, it's almost there, you can't come to harm us if you're afraid of smoking the emperor!" ”

"I'm sorry, I'll back off a little more." The cook kept apologizing with an old face.

He apologized and stepped back, and before he could take a few steps back, he couldn't help but release two more.

The old cook's face turned even redder: It's over, I have eaten too many pickled radish!