In this way, in the early Qing Dynasty, Xiao'er was entangled with the light and dust for a whole day, and the painting was bored in the yard counting the ants for an afternoon, and at night, the secret guards outside the courtyard were still squatting loyally, which made the anger in her heart rise up.

Spying on her, huh?

Want to see it, right?

Okay!

She got up and patted her robe, walked to Heguang Tongchen's side, and threw aside the young Qingchu who was learning to write, "You sleep in the firewood room by yourself tonight." ”

Qing Chu sat on the ground and stared, "......?!?" eyes full of disbelief.

After a while, he began to rub against Heguang Tongchen, "I want to sleep with my father." ”

"Your father wants to sleep with your mother. ”

Qing Chu scratched his head for some reason, "Qing Chu can sleep with his father with his mother." ”

"Whoever wants you kid to sleep, it's in the way. ”

"......" Qing Chu didn't want to talk to Huaxin, so he turned his head and asked Heguang Tongchen, "Does Daddy think I'm in the way?"

When asked by Qing Chu, He Guang Tongchen's face turned red, and he looked at the painting heart, but he didn't know how to answer.

Qing Chu'er, who didn't know how to sympathize with his father's shyness, asked another question that almost killed Heguang Tongchen, "Does Daddy want to sleep with me or with his mother?"

After being silent for a long time, cold sweat gradually oozed from the corners of his forehead, and seeing that Qing Chu and Huaxin were both looking at him with fierce eyes, and Guang Tongchen, who didn't want to offend, smiled reluctantly, "You sleep on the couch tonight, and the poor monk meditates." ”

Then he saw that the two smiling faces in front of him were cold at the same time.

"That'...... The poor monk meditates on the couch ......"

Huaxin stared at Heguang Tongchen's nervous hand beads, and laughed out loud, thinking to himself: It turns out that this is a real nerd!

She no longer embarrassed him, and turned around to discuss with Qing Chu Xiao'er, "Boy, my mother will play a game with you, and your father will be yours if you win, okay?"

Qing Chu was so confused that he nodded.

Huaxin immediately stretched out his two hands, and there was a manzhu flower in his left hand, "Ah, wait a minute, you can guess which one has a flower in your hand, and guess that Daddy is yours." ”

Qing Chu hesitated.

Huaxin coaxed him again, "Give you three chances, you only need to guess once, and your father will be yours tonight." ”

Qing Chu pondered that he couldn't do it, so he nodded, and naturally guessed wrong three times.

Xiao'er didn't know, and the light and the dust naturally knew that Manzhuhua was at the heart of the painting, she wanted to have whichever hand, which hand had it, and at the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, she couldn't guess it once thousands of times.

But why did she go so hard to support the beginning of the Qing Dynasty?

The night candle is ambiguous, and sharing a bed is inevitably easy to provoke people's thoughts, and it happened that he saw Qing Chu'er, who lost his father, looking at him pitifully, so he blushed and refused, "Why don't you let Chu'er ...... together."

"Didn't you say okay, the flowers will return to dust, and I will belong to you......" As she spoke, Huaxin gently put the manzhu flower in her hand, and the flower branch was inserted into the dust, and she smiled, "It's tonight, isn't it?"

This kind of flirtation is so ashamed that he is ashamed of himself with the light.

Seeing that he didn't answer, he acquiesced, and directly took the early Qing child and threw it into the firewood room.

He Guang Tongchen felt sorry for Qing Chu, and immediately moved a small soft collapse for him, and set up a protective barrier for him with peace of mind.

Seeing that he was so attentive to Qing Chu, although he didn't say it, his heart was so moved.

She thought in a trance that a man who could not only tolerate her, but also tolerate her past, might really be worth entrusting for life.

If one day she really died in the catastrophe, there would be at least one father who really loved him in the early Qing Dynasty.