Gold Medal Hunter: The Lazy Concubine Seeds the Ghost King

Xiao Caoer's face turned red in an instant, "No! I'm not doing anything! I gave me a straw-woven grasshopper, Princess, look." Xiao Caoer reluctantly took the straw-woven grasshopper out of his arms and took it to Shengxiabei to see.

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Seeing this, Mid Xiabei laughed loudly, "Look, it makes you nervous!"

"Princess! You hate it!" Xiaocao Xiaomiaoer and Xiaobei were spoiled by Xiaobei. She stomped her feet on the spot, pinching the grasshopper's eyes and looking at the girl with grievance.

"Oh roar..." Wang Yuelan pretended to be angry.

Xiao Cao'er shook her neck in shock, "Prince!"

"Yueyue, what do you want?" Sheng Xiabei choked when Wang Yuelan was about to speak.

"It's not like that. Aunt Lan's food was too salty just now, and her throat was not very comfortable." Wang Yuelan opened her mouth and said nonsense without blinking her eyes. This guy is so arrogant.

"Gee, how could you weave grasshoppers?" asked Sheng Xiabei with a smile.

"Reported to the princess, I was an orphan. The prince saved the young man and taught the young man to read and write. Before that, the young man had both mother and father, and his parents were starved to death, but I remember when I was a child, I remember that I was a child.

My parents taught me how to make a lot of things with straw," the girl quickly explained.

The girl is a little sloppy, and even the prince has to do things according to the princess's face. Ahem, this is all spoiled by the prince! He is a little book boy, so he is not honest, so he will be neglected when he goes back? I won't say anything more

, It’s all about tears if you say too much!

"Oh? Then tell me, what do you do with grass?" When Sheng Xiabei found that Yazi gave Xiaocao'er a gift in the field in the morning, she was ready and got out of her arms.

Grab a bunch of grass.

"This is very useful. You can be used as a butterfly, a hat, a fan, and a mat. Really! I dare not lie to you! Princess!" The girl said when she saw the grass in Sheng Xiabei's hand.

"Well, I believe it! I didn't say I don't believe it!" Sheng Xiabei said with a smile.

In fact, she felt a little sad because this handful of grass reminded her of someone, Gu Chenhuan, the woman who tinkered with all kinds of grass and medicine. Because when the woman occasionally started having leisure, she would also use straw to weave a small object.

What a little, this made her feel worried...

"By the way, my god, I know that grass leaves can play music, can you?" As soon as the summer came to his heart's heart, he suddenly invited him.

"This, I don't know, there is someone who knows it very well." Yazi didn't say it, but secretly glanced at Wang Yuelan.

"Babe wants to hear it?" Just a little bitch, can Wang Yuelan, the master, not know?

"Well, I want to hear the birds singing in the mountains, the butterflies dancing in the flowers, the waves and smell the fragrance, the flowing waters of the mountains are accompanied by small songs, and the days are so happy!" Beiwen chewed in midsummer.

"Beibei wants to hear it, Yueyue should be with you!" Wang Yuelan took a blade of grass from the hands of the midsubei sitting beside him. The leaves blew up and made a crisp and wonderful sound. Such leisurely and elegant pastoral fun is really beautiful in it.

It's in it!

"Why is it "Blue and White Porcelain"?" asked Mid Xia Bei.

"Don't you remember? On the birthday party of my father, you played this song. Is it actually called blue and white porcelain?" Wang Yuelan asked.

"Well, you blow it again and I'll sing it for you." Sheng Xiabei said.

"No, next time we are alone, you will sing to me, and I will accompany you with the sound of the flute." Wang Yuelan said.