The prince is very fierce

"Tanghulu——"

"Selling coal... don't do it, it's annoying..."

The New Year has just passed, and the red lanterns have not yet been taken down among the thousands of streets and hundreds of squares in Chang'an City.

On Hutai Street, Ning Qingye, who had just come out of the martial arts school, was holding a snow-white sword and selected a few plump candied haws on the stack of candied haws on the street.

At the back of the street, the iron claw gate where Zhu Manlong once stood has now been replaced with a sign. On it are the four characters "Juejian Villa" handwritten by Xu Buling. The gilded signboard shines under the warm winter sun.

Sword Master Zhu Liu and Li Hansheng stood side by side outside the gate to see them off. Next to them were the Jianghu people who came to apprentice one after another. Even the owners of several other martial arts schools were lining up in the crowd, hoping to be defeated by the two martial arts masters. , a few words of personal guidance.

Ning Qingye's expression was as cold and cold as usual. After waving goodbye, she took a few bunches of candied haws and turned towards the outside of the imperial city.

Chang'an City is very large. With the change of dynasties and the introduction of the New Deal, envoys from many small countries outside the customs also rushed to Chang'an City after hearing the news to meet the new emperor of the Celestial Empire. Foreigners can be seen everywhere in the neighborhood, and "all nations come to court" The atmosphere is intense.

Ning Qingye took the 'Buling Sword' given to her by Xu Buling, and first went to Dayefang Qingshi Lane and bought two pots of broken jade, and then came to Zhuangyuan Street.

Directly opposite Longyin Pavilion, there was originally a jade shop, but now it has been renovated and turned into a restaurant.

There is a signboard hanging above the restaurant, which reads "Liuzhou Snail Noodles". The calligraphy and silver painting are also written by Xu Buling. The decoration of the restaurant is more elegant than the Longyin Pavilion opposite.

It's a pity that the three-story restaurant was completely silent. There wasn't a single customer. Only the neatly dressed waiter could be seen standing in the lobby in a daze.

Chen Sining, wearing a long aqua dress, was sitting alone at the door of the restaurant, doubting her life. Two little snakes were coiled next to the flower bed at the door, basking in the sun.

Ning Qingye walked up to him and waved a candied haws in front of the dazed Chen Sining:

"Si Ning?"

"Um?"

When Chen Sining came back to her senses, she thought a guest had arrived, and her eyes were filled with joy. However, when she saw that it was Ning Qingye, she continued to look at the street listlessly, holding her chin, and complained:

"Qingye, do you think there is something wrong with the taste of the people in Chang'an City? Such delicious food only costs five cents a bowl, and no one comes to the door. I defrauded Manzhi of all his private money. If it were this year If I can’t make my money back, I’ll have to be scratched to death by her..."

Ning Qingye raised her eyebrows. Although she didn't know how to do business, she knew how to count.

The prime location opposite Longyin Pavilion cost no less than ten thousand taels of silver to buy. It was only for the sake of the royal family that the owner reluctantly parted with it. Not to mention selling snail noodles here, but also running a brothel, the beauty of the girl will almost cost her life.

However, the property belongs to the Xu family, and there is no need to pay rent. It is okay to let Chen Sining enjoy it, but it is obviously impossible to get back the money.

Ning Qingye didn't want to attack Chen Sining, so she just sniffed:

"The snail noodle smells bad. It has just been opened, so diners don't know the details, so they don't dare to come."

"well……"

Chen Sining pursed her lips. The business failed, and she felt a little unable to hold her head up at home. But as the diners didn't come to the door, she couldn't hold them down and force them into her mouth. At the moment, she could only stand up, pat her skirt, and go back with Qing Ye. Let’s go and look at the sky with some confusion:

"Qingye, don't you go back after practicing until dusk every day? Why do you go back so early today?"

Ning Qingye shook his head and smiled: "Today's Lantern Festival, Xu Buling said that he wanted to draw a family portrait, so he had to go back early to prepare."

Chen Sining suddenly understood, nodded, and looked at Chongningfang:

"Did Manzhi go on errands today? Do you want to call her?"

Ning Qingye spread her hands slightly, feeling helpless:

"Manzhidao went there on time for a few days, but after two days as chief officer, he found that he didn't know anything, so he would sit on the Taishi chair, drink tea and nod his head. He was afraid of being laughed at, so he wouldn't go there if nothing happened later. What else could he say? 'Big shots don't show up easily'."

Chen Sining understood, smiled, and returned to Kuishou Street with Ning Qingye.

Behind the three large archways on Kuishou Street, there are many residences of princes, generals and ministers. Originally there were not many merchants, but now there is an 'Art Studio' in the center of the street, which specializes in teaching music, chess, and dance to the rich and powerful people on the street. The owner is naturally Zhongli. neat.

Compared to Chen Sining's unpopular restaurant, this art shop is much more prosperous.

Half of the wealthy girls on Kuishou Street are nymphos. They dared to block Xu Buling's door back then. Now that Xu Buling has become the current prince, he will occasionally come to pick up people. Naturally, they flock here to see Xu Buling. Ling Yifan could stay from early in the morning until the art shop closed. Playing together with wealthy daughters is also an important means of socializing. The wealthy families on Kuishou Street naturally acquiesce to this.

Chen Sining came outside the art studio and saw that there were carriages and sedans parked outside, and she couldn't help but feel a little envious in her eyes.

Ning Qingye said hello to the housekeeper, and soon, Zhongli Chuchu, who was wearing a red dress, ran out and waved goodbye to Miss Qianjin from Kuishou Street.

Chen Sining raised his eyes and said softly:

"Chu Chu, if you leave, who will teach them how to dance?"

Zhongli Chuchu walked in front of the two of them, looking slightly embarrassed:

"What can I teach? I originally wanted to teach them, but there were too many people and I couldn't teach them, so I asked my husband to call two court dancers from the palace. The result was great. They were so professional. I was too embarrassed to play, so I just learned along with him.”

Zhongli Chuchu is self-taught. When it comes to dancing skills, she is definitely not as good as the musicians and dancers in the palace who specialize in teaching the maids to dance.

When Ning Qingye saw this, he smiled and comforted:

"It's good to have someone to support it. It's better than Sining not opening until now."

These words really comforted Chu Chu, but the price was that Chen Sining shut herself down on the spot.

Zhongli Chuchu knew Ning Qingye's straightforward temperament, so he smoothed things over with a smile:

"The snail noodles made by Sining are okay. We all like to eat them, but the reputation has not spread. After a few days, let Uncle Li, Uncle Zhu, and Xu Buling go there and have a meal every morning, and then let Man Man According to rumors in Zhi Fang, the martial arts masters of today are so powerful after eating this that they can even break the threshold of their shop."

When Chen Sining heard this, her eyes lit up slightly:

"Can we still do this kind of business?!"

Ning Qingye raised her eyebrows: "It seems that this idea came from your master."

Zhongli smiled sweetly: "Yes. My master was afraid that I would waste my husband's money, so he planned to do this, but before he could use it, the threshold of the art workshop was trampled to pieces..."

The three girls chatted and laughed, walking back to the street together. Prince Su's Mansion had been renamed as 'Xu Mansion'. Although the big plaque had been changed, Qingkui's small signboard was still hanging on the side door.

Not long after the New Year, the red lanterns outside the mansion had not yet been taken down, and the maids and servants were coming in and out. Lao Xiao moved a small bench, holding a cane, and sat outside the gate drinking tea and telling jokes:

"... I think back then, when I was walking in the Chu region, I happened to meet the young and energetic swordsman Situ Yuejin. As the saying goes, 'The brave will win when we meet on a narrow road.' So I went over and called 'Sun thief'. Guess what?"

Under the red lantern is a small tea table and a wheelchair.

Zhu Manzhi was wearing a small skirt, sitting next to the wheelchair and eating melon seeds. Hearing this, he said with a little disdain:

"You need to guess? Who in the world doesn't know that you were chased by Old Situ for seven hundred miles, from Jiuyi Mountain to Yueyang..."

"Hey! How can you call me chasing and chopping? That old man didn't even touch the corner of my clothes. I walked him for seven hundred miles..."

…

On the wheelchair, a tall and graceful woman was covered in white bandages, leaning against her like a mummy. The only thing that could move in her body was her big, spiritual eyes.

The big white eagle stood on the back of the chair, listening carefully to the Jianghu jokes, and from time to time he would "coo" at the woman, as if to say, "Look at her, and then look at you."

Zhu Manzhi felt the same way. He turned to look at the woman and joked:

"Xiao Twelve, look at Lao Xiao. He ran to find trouble for Dao Kui. If nothing else, he was at least sure of getting away. It's better for you. You ran out and hid for two years without saying a word, and you want to hit me when you get out of the mountain. My husband, are you okay now? I have to feed you. If I didn’t want you to call me sister, I would have to teach you what it means to be ‘dangerous’.”

Little Taohua, who has grown into a big girl, is much taller than Manzhi, on par with Chuchu, and her stature is even more exaggerated. When Xu Buling resisted her return that day, when Zhongli Jiujiu was treating her injury, she said, " Stuffing milk branches'.

This joke can make the broad-minded Manzhi very angry, and he will hit the little peach blossom no matter what.

Little Taohua sat on the recliner and couldn't move. She just blinked and hummed:

"I let your husband-in-law do it, and I didn't do anything cruel. Who knows whether he was gentle or serious. If I had known, I wouldn't have held back."

"You are so stubborn. You are not suitable for practicing martial arts and traveling around the world. It would be great to just have a baby and take care of it at home..."

Zhu Manzhi was cracking melon seeds with sour eyes. When he saw the three sisters Ning Qingye coming back, he quickly pretended to be the elder sister and waved with a smile:

"You're back? Sining, how's business today? How many bowls of noodles did you sell?"

Chen Sining didn't want to speak, so she silently walked to the steps, turned the wheelchair in a circle, and pushed it towards the house:

"Aren't you going to draw a family photo? Come in quickly."

Ning Qingye handed the candied haws to Manzhi.

Manzhi took the candied haws and ate it in front of Little Peach Blossom!

Little Taohua leaned on the wheelchair, her eyes moved, and she said hesitantly:

"Sister Sining, I'll just bask in the sun outside, and you can just go and do your work."

Zhongli Chuchu smiled when he heard this and said: "On the left, you have already entered the door, how can you still treat yourself as an outsider?"

Ning Qingye also nodded: "Yes, even the position of Xiao Twelve has been decided. If you don't come in, won't Manzhi become the youngest?"

"Hey - Xiaoning, if you don't know how to speak, just speak less, it will hurt your feelings..."

…

Several girls pushed the wheelchair into the gate of the mansion together.

In the Xu family's back house, the atmosphere was equally lively.

In the garden of the back house, Lu Hongluan sat in the pavilion and asked Xiao Xiang'er to help arrange her bun.

Xiao Qi has resigned from all positions and can be a young woman with peace of mind. Now she has changed her old and serious attire, put on a palace skirt similar to Xiang'er's, and used a bronze mirror to light up her rouge.

The garden outside the pavilion is full of peach blossom trees, and the peach blossoms are in bud.

Xu Yi, who is almost three years old, is running around in the garden holding a rattle.

Cui Xiaowan held up the hem of her skirt, made a fierce look, and chased around the peach tree. From time to time she said in a crisp voice:

"Don't run away! If you run away again, I'll beat you. I'm very fierce..."

Xiao Xiang'er was sitting in the pavilion, seeing Cui Xiaowan's helpless look, and felt a little funny:

"Hong Luan, my three-year-old baby can only walk with help. Your son is better. I'm afraid that if I don't pay attention, he will jump over the wall and run away."

Lu Hongluan's gentle cheeks were full of smiles, she thought about it and said softly:

"That's what Princess Su wrote to me about when she was only three or four years old. She was so upset that the palace was so restless that she turned over while sleeping. In the end, she couldn't send her to live in the sea of ​​flowers. It’s a big bed so that Ling’er won’t have to sleep on the floor in the morning. Like father, like son, maybe Xu Yi will be as good as Ling’er in the future.”

When Xiao Qi heard this, she shook her head and said:

"Don't let him learn martial arts so early, otherwise he will run away in two years. A few days ago, I asked Manzhi to take Xu Yi for a walk, and the result was great. Manzhi secretly took the three-year-old baby to a restaurant and listened to her When Xu Buling went to pick up Manzhi, Xu Yi was listening to "The Legend of the Fenhe Sword God" that he had compiled. In Xu Buling's words, she "wanted to slap the table on the spot, pick up the sword and go out to fight in the world." "

Lu Hongluan shook his head and smiled: "A boy must be good at both civil and military skills. It is better than following Xiang'er's example and building a lot of construction projects when his brain gets hot. No matter how big the family fortune is, it can't afford such trouble."

When Xiao Xiang'er heard this, she was a little dissatisfied. She raised her hand and patted Lu Hongluan on the shoulder:

"I call it benefiting future generations. If that bridge is repaired, it will be much easier to travel along both sides of the river."

"It's so convenient. You just want to see Ling'er build a Peach Blossom Pier for Xiao Wan. You're jealous. You're going to return the Baby Bridge, are you ashamed..."

"Do you care?"

…

Xiao Qi listened to the two bickering, shook her head and smiled, then looked at the sky and asked:

"Where did Xu Buling go?"

Outside the pavilion, Yue Nu and Qiao'e helped take care of the children. When they heard the question, Yue Nu turned around and said:

"The young prince has gone to the Imperial College to pick someone up. He should be back soon."

Qiao'e thought for a while and said, "Sister Yuhe is also following me. I can't tell when she will come back."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the girls in the pavilion blinked.

Yue Nu bumped Qiao'e with her arm, apparently feeling that Qiao'e was a bit talkative.

After Xu Bu Ling came back from Northern Qi, Yue Nu and Qiao'e also entered the house as a matter of course. Yue Nu did not change much, but after Qiao'e got her wish, she obviously became stupid. Her mind was filled with the little prince, and sometimes she spoke But the brain.

However, Xiao Xiang'er and others knew about Ning Yuhe's 'hobby', so they didn't comment on it. They just smiled knowingly and stopped asking.

After chatting for only a few words, several little girls came to the garden and the atmosphere became lively.

On the other side outside the imperial city, near the Bell and Drum Towers, the corridors were covered with snow.

The sound of reading loudly came from the distant study room in the Imperial College.

Xu Buring was wearing a white robe, standing under the Bell and Drum Tower, looking at the big clock above with extremely nostalgic eyes.

Zhongli Jiujiu stood in front, shielding the warm winter sun with his hands, looking at the bell and drum tower above, and asked:

"Ms. sir, you were here and stayed for a whole year?"

"Yes, I copy books up there every day. There is also a room below for solitary confinement."

After Xu Buling looked at it for a few times, he walked into the Bell and Drum Tower.

Ning Yuhe's eyes looked a little strange, he glanced sideways at Zhongli Jiujiu, and said lukewarmly

"Xiaojiu, if you don't torment your 'zoo' honestly, why are you here?"

Zhongli Jiujiu was gifted since childhood and could tame birds and animals. After settling in Chang'an City, he set up a place behind the house to tame rare and exotic animals as pets for the sisters in the house, and to study medicine.

Normally at this time, Zhongli Jiujiu should be at home to abduct Little Peach Blossom's Baiying, but today when she was about to go there, she suddenly saw Ning Yuhe sneaking out of the house, and Xu Buring also left the house first.

Zhongli Jiujiu knew Ning Yuhe very well and knew what the stinky Taoist nun was planning to do, so she immediately ran over to prevent Ning Yuhe from eating alone.

Seeing Ning Yuhe's eyes gritting his teeth secretly, Zhongli Jiujiu felt refreshed and hugged Xu Buling's arm with a smile:

"You're a little bored after staying in the house all day. Would it bother you to go out for a walk?"

More than just getting in the way...

The tail is ready...

Ning Yuhe pursed his lips, finally unable to explain clearly, so he walked quietly beside Xu Buling and stopped talking to Zhongli Jiujiu.

Xu Buling knew the thoughts of the two young daughters-in-law, and enjoyed seeing through them without telling them.

He took Yuhe and Jiujiu for a walk around the Bell and Drum Tower, then turned around and went to the depths of the Imperial College.

In Wenquyuan, the princes and nobles were still studying there, Song Baiqing was teaching there, and Xiao Ting's snoring could still be heard faintly.

When Ning Yuhe walked through the door, he raised his eyes and saw Xiao Ting sleeping soundly in the study room, and said doubtfully:

"Your Majesty, Mr. Xiao is already the head of the family, why are you still studying here?"

Xu Buling was a little busy these days, so he really didn't pay attention, and he spread his hands in confusion at this time.

Zhongli Jiujiu knew it and said a little funny:

"I heard from Sister Xiang'er that a few days ago, Xiao Ting went to a poetry club and was praised for being 'brave and resourceful', which made her a little overwhelmed. What do you mean, 'This is called a person who is better than a person who is good at it. From now on, I will Dad might even have to write a song called "My Prime Minister's Son"...' Don't you think it's something that needs to be dealt with? The next day, I was hung up and beaten by Sister Qiqi, and was thrown into the Imperial Academy to rewrite the "Book of Rites". 》……”

? !

My prime minister's son...

Xu Buling held it in for a long time and nodded slightly:

"Hmm... great wisdom is like foolishness, this... this is called hidden clumsiness."

Ning Yuhe's warm cheeks were full of weirdness, he thought for a while and said:

"With Zang Zhuo hiding like this, his level is much higher than yours, my lord."

Xu Buling really had nothing to say about this. If he had half the skills of Xiao Ting, he would not have bothered to hide in Xiang'er's bedroom. When the three-year period was up, he would have gone back to be a prince.

The three of them chatted and laughed as they came to the back of the Imperial College.

In the past, male and female students studied together in the Imperial College. It was a sacred place where everyone was taught without discrimination, and there were not so many stereotypes of corrupt scholars.

However, Song Yufu came back to teach. She had married Xu Buling and had a special status. It was not good for her to teach those princes and nobles. Moreover, with her own knowledge, she could only substitute for the class, and could not teach the real students of the Imperial College.

In order to meet Song Yufu's wish to be a teacher, Xu Buling specially opened a new schoolhouse at the back of the Imperial College to teach students who had just started to read and write. It was also a disguised "kindergarten". Even the name was called "kindergarten".

At this time, in the primary school with birds singing and flowers blooming, more than 20 children aged four or five sat behind the long desk in an orderly manner, holding books in their hands, and muttering in childish voices:

"Cang Jie wrote books to teach his descendants. Young sons should be careful and respect the admonitions..."

Bamboo curtains hung around the study. Between the desks, Song Yufu, dressed in teacher's clothes, walked back and forth with a ruler in her hand, reading a sentence and pausing to let the students read along.

Maybe because Song Yufu was strict in teaching children, the atmosphere in the school was very good, and everyone was studying seriously, which was a world of difference from Wenquyuan not far away.

Xu Buling stood in the distance and watched, and did not go in to disturb them. Until the bell rang in the distance, the children stood up as if they had been pardoned and ran to the servants waiting outside. Song Yufu put away the scroll and walked out quickly.

"Husband, why are you here so early? Sister Yuhe, Sister Jiujiu."

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Song Yufu came closer, bowed slightly, and then walked in front of Xu Buling.

Xu Buling turned and walked towards the road home, smiling:

"It's okay at home, come and see."

Song Yufu smiled, looked back at the children who were walking away, and only complained softly after they walked away:

"Sister Xiaowan's niece is too naughty. During lunch break today, she pulled the ears of the grandson of Shaofu Li Si and made him cry. I asked her why she hit him, and she said confidently, 'I saw him fall down and cry, so I went to comfort him, but he kept crying, and I couldn't help it, so I hit him', I don't know what to say..."

Song Yufu muttered, rather than complaining, it would be better to say that she was sharing these interesting things with her family.

In the past, Song Yufu had basically no areas of expertise on the ship. She was older than her elder sisters, and she didn't know martial arts, so she couldn't chat with her younger sisters. She almost became depressed after two years.

Now she has returned to the Imperial College and has become a teacher as she wished. She can show her knowledge in the areas she is good at. Song Yufu's complexion has improved a lot. Every time she comes back at night, she can chat for a long time, and she is more talkative than Manzhi and Si Ning.

Xu Buling was naturally pleased to see Yufu like this. Like all husbands, he walked in front of her and listened carefully, nodding in agreement from time to time.

Ning Yuhe and Zhongli Jiujiu walked behind, and they returned to their usual appearance. You glared at me, I glared at you, and when they found Xu Buling turned around, they pretended to be harmonious and smiled softly.

The family of four returned to the front door of the Xu family on Kuishou Street in a happy atmosphere.

Outside the gate, Lao Xiao was still holding a purple clay teapot and talking about the glorious years of the past.

The audience was replaced by Manzhi and Xiaotaohua, and the little nightingale who was waiting for someone at the door.

The little sparrow stood on the shoulder of the nightingale like a master, and came to him quickly:

"Sir, why did you come back just now? The garden is ready, and it will be difficult to paint after dark."

A few years later, the nightingale was nearly twenty years old and had grown into a big girl. Following Xu Buling to the north to attack Qi, and accompanying Xu Buling day and night, the nightingale's temper was more ferocious than Qiao'e, and she had already eaten Xu Buling up.

However, unlike Xiaotaohua, who changed a lot when she grew up, the nightingale still had white skin and a slender figure. Except for being a little taller and having longer braids, there was not much change in other places. This can be seen from the fact that Yiyi squatted on the shoulder of the nightingale in the cold weather of the first month of the year.

Xu Buling touched Nightingale's head and said, "Let's go in."

Several people walked up the steps. Xu Buling tilted his head before entering the door and looked:

"Old Xiao, why don't you go in?"

Old Xiao wore a small cap as a servant, sipped his tea without even raising his eyelids, waved his hand and said,

"The young prince has already started a family and established a career, why should I follow him? I finally have some peace and quiet, I don't want to join in the fun."

Xu Buling nodded, hesitated, took out a book from his arms, and threw it to Old Xiao:

"I just bought it casually."

After saying that, he entered the mansion.

Old Xiao raised his hand to take the book, picked it up and glanced at it, frowned slightly, and his expression immediately became serious:

"Wow, "Spring Palace Jade Tree Picture (Part 2)", where did the young prince get it from? Old Xiao, I have been reading it for a lifetime, and I didn't know there was a second half. I'm afraid I can read it until I'm buried..."

There was no response to this.

Xu Buling led a few girls to the backyard, and saw that the little sparrow was a little listless, and asked curiously:

"Why is Yiyi so listless?"

Nightingale raised her hand and touched the little sparrow: "It's all because of the trouble on the left. They brought back an eagle, which is bigger, stronger, and prettier than Yiyi. I wanted to touch it, but it wouldn't let me touch it..."

"Chirp--"

The little sparrow suddenly became unhappy. It flew up and landed on Jiujiu's lapel, with a look of 'breaking all ties'.

Xu Buring chuckled, and quickly came to the garden without disturbing the little sparrow.

In the garden, seats have been set up, and the dancing girls are chasing the little baby around, while the little baby grabs the big white goose's neck and spins it around, refusing to let go of anyone.

Little Taohua was sitting in a wheelchair next to the stone pavilion, watching the girls playing around, with a smile in her eyes. However, when she noticed Xu Buling coming over, she quickly turned her face away, and accidentally pulled the injured part of her body. He let out a light 'woo'.

Xu Buling walked up to him, pushed his wheelchair towards the open space in the garden, and asked softly:

"Little Taohua, how is your health?"

"It's good. Once my injury recovers, I will return to Mobei."

"Your mother has already moved to Chang'an City, opened a fur shop in Zhuangyuan Street, and signed the marriage certificate for you. What's the point of running to Mobei?"

"..., hum, you can't win with force."

"Then let's fight again after the injury is healed. This time I will use 70% of my strength."

"You don't need to let me go."

"Then you still have to lie down?"

"Lie down, just lie down..."

After two years of absence, Xiao Taohua has indeed grown up a lot. She is tall and has well-proportioned limbs. Her lukewarm attitude makes her voice sound like a royal sister. It's just that the whole body is covered in bandages, which looks really funny.

With a smile on his face, Xu Buling pushed Xiao Peach Blossom to the open space in the garden, and then sat in the middle of the chair.

Seeing this, Lu Hongluan came over, picked up the little baby holding the rattle, and sat beside Xu Buling.

Xiao Qi, Xiao Xiang'er, Zhongli Jiujiu, Ning Yuhe, and Cui Xiaowan sat on the chairs one after another.

Several young girls, Song Yufu, Ning Qingye, Zhongli Chuchu, Zhu Manzhi, Chen Sining, and Nightingale, stood behind the chairs.

Yue Nu and Qiao'e stood on both sides, carefully arranging their clothes.

Across the open space, the palace lady who was painting paintings for the concubines in the harem had already set up the painting table, fingered the paintbrush, and was preparing to write.

Xu Buling looked around and said doubtfully:

"Where's Doudou?"

Song Yufu was stunned for a moment before she remembered that the maid was gone. She turned around and saw Doudou, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, still looking like a child, with a red face and peeking behind the flower bed.

Qiao'e hates the fact that iron cannot become steel:

"Doudou, come here quickly, why are you standing there like that?"

"oh……"

Doudou smiled shyly and quickly stood beside Qiao'e.

Everyone laughed out loud, then quickly put away their smiles and looked serious, so as not to look bad.

It was just that the painter had just worked up his mood and had not yet started writing. Little Taohua, who was sitting in the wheelchair at the front, suddenly realized something was wrong and said:

"Sisters, is this painting going to be passed down to future generations?"

Xiao Xiang'er nodded: "That's natural, it's specially for future generations to pay homage to their ancestors."

Xiao Taohua blinked her eyes, lowered her head slightly and looked at herself:

"I look like this? How can I look up to you?"

Xu Bu Ling took a look and saw that the little peach blossom face was tied up with branches, and only a pair of eyes were outside. It was indeed wrong, so he walked forward and untied the gauze wrapped around the cheek, revealing a thrillingly beautiful face.

Little Taohua pursed her lips. Although she didn't like being drawn in, she couldn't run away. After thinking about it, she smiled, revealing her two dimples.

"alright."

Xu Bu Ling looked at it with satisfaction, sat back on the chair, and smiled with his wives, waiting for the photo to be taken.

The painter nodded, picked up the brush, and was about to start writing when another voice suddenly came from behind the girls:

"etc!"

The girls were stunned and looked back, only to see Zhu Manzhi's face flushed, standing between Chu Chu, Qing Ye and Si Ning.

Zhu Manzhi is indeed a bit small, even Yu Fu is a little taller. If she is drawn like this, she will probably only be able to draw a head.

"Hahaha……"

The garden could no longer hold back the laughter.

"Why are you laughing? I am petite, delicate, round and beautiful..."

Zhu Manzhi pouted, a little aggrieved, and walked to the front silently, squatting with his hands on his knees, and letting Bai Ying stand on his arms in order to look impressive.

It's just that this stance is obviously a bit out of place.

Xu Buling thought for a moment, got up, found a stool, placed it behind his chair, and then sat on the chair, using the hem of his robe as a shield.

Zhu Manzhi was a little reluctant at first, but for the sake of formation, he reluctantly ran to the small stool and stood as tall as Chu Chu, putting on a sweet smile.

"Hahaha……"

The girls kept laughing.

Zhu Manzhi smiled and was about to cry.

Xu Buling was afraid that he would really make Manzhi cry, so he quickly raised his hand and pressed it down, pretending to be the head of the family, and said seriously:

"Okay, let's start painting. It may be printed in the history books in the future. If the painting is ugly, there will be no chance to do it again."

When the girls heard this, their smiles dropped and they posed carefully.

The palace painter had been waiting for a long time. At this time, he took a brush and began to draw carefully on the rice paper.

On the Lantern Festival of the first lunar month, there was a gentle breeze.

The garden is full of warblers and swallows, but the scene is almost frozen.

Therefore, the girls were carefully dressed up, looked dignified and behaved politely. Even Manzhidu looked like Lu Hongluan, with her hands folded on her waist, assuming the posture of a noble lady.

Zhongli Jiujiu didn't forget to put Yiyi on his shoulders and let Yiyi hold a small beetle; Chen Sining held two swaying little snakes.

But painting obviously takes much longer than taking photos.

Xu Buling kept a bright smile and waited for a long time. Gradually, his mouth felt a little sore. There were whispers behind him:

"Have you finished painting?"

"Don't talk, or your mouth will be crooked..."

"My legs are sore."

"Who told you to stand on tiptoe and be half a head taller than Chuchu..."

"Tsk...hahaha..."

The silver bell-like laughter sounded from the garden again, accompanied by the tinkling of the rattle.

The brush stroked across the rice paper, and the vivid painting gradually appeared, as if to leave the garden scene and laughter on the rice paper, so that this warm and happy moment would be passed down forever...

(End of the play)