Chapter 167 (1/2)

To Mu Xiyao's great relief, Zong Zhenglin replied, ”there is no such rule. If you can take more than one, it will be auspicious. ”

In response to such a sentence, Mu Xiyao's plume fan immediately rose, and her posture was graceful and enchanting. Even though Zong Zhenglin had warned many times, she had to shake her eyes.

How many? Mu Xiyao has great music. If there is any specialty in her steamed bun, it must be that she loves to pick things up. On his point, no one looked down upon the fragmentary toys, and every time he played, he had to watch Chunlan clean up and not fall before he could go back to the house. This miser temperament, Mu Xiyao does not deny, is with her. According to her, this is housekeeping!

Sure enough, when Chunlan rushed to send the ”bamboo basket” that the little master wanted, all the people in the hall were immediately dumbfounded.

The little dot in the center is just like this. After a while, he is called ”Lan Lan” by the current doll. He points out where to pick. After a while, the two men collect the Taiban things on the brocade mat into bamboo baskets. The sweeping momentum is astonishing, and no one interrupts the domineering behavior of the master and servant.

The lady sitting on the top of the table was already looking straight. Chengqing is such a baby. It's not like a one-year-old baby. When he has an idea, he will think about things by himself. When she was so happy, she immediately laughed and praised her son. Her face was full of joy and encouraged her grandson to take more. These can be good omens, take a lot of good fortune, where the lady is not happy.

The guests were surprised to see that the eldest son of the sixth Royal Highness was so short and so fat that he was so smart that he became fine, didn't he? The wives of all the families are thinking to themselves that it is the concubine Mu side who has a good way of raising children that has brought up such a lovely child. When she is free, she must have the cheek to ask, if she really has a knack, who doesn't want her child to be smart and smart?

”Daddy, hug.” After picking up all the things on the brocade table, Cheng Qing takes a step with his short legs as usual and pours towards Zong Zhenglin. Get close, hold his father leg belly, raise a very similar small face, looking at Zong Zhenglin to please.

Mu Xiyao sees her son's dog leg appearance, just get the se, instantly vent gas. Grandma, how did the little buns start selling cute at the last minute? Where's that smart thing just now? It's good to stick to his father. It's better to go out and show off again and stick more gold on her face.

Zong Zhenglin picked up his son, rubbed Chengqing's hairy head, and let the little guy lie on his chest and grabbed his crown belt to play.

Mu Xiyao really hated it and regretted that her intestines were green. In such a scene of filial piety, you two return to the room slowly sticky, in front of outsiders, we want momentum! Just catch week still gas send very, how to become ordinary baby again in a twinkling of an eye? And for Mao to return to sticky his father, do not recognize her this when mother?

When had the two admirers ever experienced such a big scene and had no better idea for a moment, they could only sing their prepared words one by one and promise them out one by one. It took them half a quarter of an hour to hear them doze off.

Who has so much to do with his children? Today, the eldest son of the family in the six halls has become a great success and enjoys a good reputation in Beijing. Listening to his congratulatory message, both bowls of tea can go down. After hearing this strange thing, Emperor Cheng of Yuan Dynasty regretted that he did not abandon his political affairs and went to have a look.