MTL - Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"Shizi, do you really want to move?"

Out of the door, Xiaohuzi did not worry, the wine in the cellar was very much, but they were still children, to be known by the master, not to beat their ass? Besides, wine is so expensive, they will not drink, is it a waste? Is the child really willing?

"Moving, why don't you move? But you can't move wine. That's expensive. Why don't they often say that the sorghum wine is good to drink? Let's move that."

In a short period of time, the big buns have quickly calculated the accounts in the heart. The wine is a hundred and two silvers. The sorghum wine is only one or two. Since it is all good wine, it can save as much as possible. In this way, the original painful feeling has also been reduced a lot, the face of the big buns slowly cracked a bright smile.

"Hey!'

Xiaohuzi was happy to hear it, and the two bears went to the wine cellar.

"Do you guys really come over with wine?"

On the table, the three-room son of Houfu, Zeng Bowen, happily picked up the words. They know little about Xiaowen’s children’s affairs. The wine outside is not to be said. The wines in the Jingyun Mountain Village are all the best wines. Then, even if he hates to move home, can Xiaowen really be willing?

"It will definitely be, the brothers love face."

Don't look at a school of a singer, a little girl, how is his Houfu son and grandson, but also a small partner who often plays together, this eyesight price is still there.

"You said that you are all bored? My brother is a slap in the face... I have a little thrift. When he is generous, he is still generous."

The little buns said that they had a chopsticks dish and sent them into their mouths. They did not care about the problem of alcohol and wine. In his short life of more than seven years, except for his family, he was strict and eating, and the rest did not care.

"Yes, don't look at this day, Xiaowen is banqueting at home. Every dish on this table can be bought by Xiaowen." Shui Ling's sister helped me to cook. He also gave money separately. of."

The same is to eat, Yan Xiaobei, who grew up under the royal fines from an early age, is much more elegant than a little buns. Of course, he has not forgotten to blame his beloved brother.

"Right right, Xiaowen is a little frugal outside. You can see how good he is for the little corps. Every time he goes out, he has to give the little corps a play. He loves his brother more than you!"

The iron baby did not forget to be attached, and did not feel that the small verses were not good.

"He is only good for small dumplings?"

"haha"

The ten princes spit out a small group of radishes and laughed at the head of the radish. Yan Shangqing, who was always blushing with a face, suddenly shouted: "No, the brother is also very good to me. What kind of brother we want will give us ,

You are not allowed to take another brother. ”

He put his hands in his eyes, his eyes were red, and his little fists were clenched. It seemed that he had to rush to the scene with them at all times. The children in the laughter all stopped.

The scene is a bit embarrassing for a moment, these children who are not noble monks? Can you tolerate others like this? What's more, they are not really making fun of Xiaowen. It is just a noisy play. Is he so serious? The children who think about this are all unhappy expressions. After all, they are young teenagers whose minds are not mature enough. This is inevitable, but they don’t know what position Lingwen and others occupy in Yan Shangqing’s mind. Only about six years old, he can't tell the difference between play and ridicule, and subconsciously wants to maintain a big buns.

"We are still so cute, don't care about them, they are the mouth owes, come, Shang Qing, eat and see this sweet and sour pork ribs, very delicious!"

The little buns looked back and forth at him, and the clever pull of Yan Shangqing sat down, helping him to pick up the dishes while giving him a look to Yan Xiaoqing and others. After returning to the gods, Yan Xiaoqing immediately said: "School blog, don't say me. Didn't remind you, the dishes made by Shui Ling's sister can be much more delicious than Xinyuan. If you don't eat it, you will be cold. You are also welcome to the ten brothers."

"Wow, it’s really good. It’s better than the idyllic room. I want to live and stay in the mountains.”

The ten princes put a chopsticks dish into the mouth and said with surprise, the idiots can see his exaggeration, but the nine emperors echoed: "Well, I also want to."

With the addition of two emperors, the atmosphere has finally eased. Zeng Xuewen and Zeng Bowen both looked at each other and picked up chopsticks. It is not how broad their minds are, but Yan Shangqing is much smaller than him. It’s Xiaowen’s Xi’an, who is not a man’s husband, and he’s not really having trouble with a child who is a few years older than himself.

Upon seeing it, Yan Xiaobei and Tiezi, who originally wanted to say something, did not speak decisively. Lingwen, who replaced the temporary departure, greeted everyone, and one took the sigh of Yan Shangqing, and Shang Qing was one year younger than them. Usually it is so sticky and small, it will be normal to be excited.

"Oh, you all ate."

After a while, the big buns and the little tigers walked in with a jar of wine. The children who were eating happily seemed to have forgotten the previous unhappiness. They stared at the wine jars like a little hungry wolf. They could wait for a long time. Now, everyone will not let them drink on weekdays, it is rare to have a chance, and they will definitely not be drunk.

"Sorghum wine?"

Yan Xiaobei's frowning is not to be investigated. Gaochun wine is a hard liquor. Is Xiaowen really sure to take this to entertain them?

"I have heard of sorghum wine. I like this. He often said that the lords should drink sorghum wine, and the wine is for the little girl."

Without waiting for Lingwen to say anything, Zeng Bowen said with pride and affection, every father is a mountain in the heart of his child, and Zeng Sanye is the same in his son's mind.

"Just drink this, give me a bowl."

As soon as I heard that the three uncles were extremely respected, Zeng Xuefu was decisive and heroic. The cups had to go directly to the big bowl. He could hear that the men in the military camp could not use small cups, so they ate a large bowl of meat. drink.

When I met two young masters who were born in the house, everyone could only recognize them. They changed the cups to the sea bowl. The tigers and the dragons and the dragons helped them fill them up. The smell of the nose made everyone wrinkle. I have a brow, I can't wait to pinch my nose, but what do these children like most? Isn't it the face of two words?

"Everyone is a master, do it!"

In order to face, Zeng Xuefu is also going out, and picking up the bowl of heroic road, others are not willing to drop here, except for Yan Shangqing, who is not beautiful, all stand up and stand up. The oldest Yan Xiaobei will not be reminded. "Don't do it, this wine is fierce, let's drink it slowly."

"Which is that? The lords are a bite!"

The children of Zeng’s family did not know how to support them. They only knew that they were imitating their daddy. They had already ignored the fact that they were still a child.

"dry!"

There were two of them, and the other children suddenly took the plunge. They both turned their heads and forced the taste of the nose to fill a large bowl of wine.

"Cough and cough..."

When I was drinking, I didn’t think that the mouth of the bowl was just leaving the mouth. Everyone couldn’t help but cough. The sorghum wine is a spirit for adults. It’s not a grade with the flowers and wines they usually drink. They are still bored, can not be uncomfortable.

"What happened to you brother?"

The only Yan Shangqing who didn't drink alcohol was crying out, and Ling Wen grabbed his arm's uncomfortable saying: "Water...water..."

"Oh, the water is coming, the water is coming."

Yan Shangqing quickly handed his cup to him, and Ling Wen shivered with both hands and poured it.

"Oh... so uncomfortable, sore throat..."

"My stomach hurts... my head is so dizzy..."

"what..."

The scene suddenly fell into chaos, and Yan Shang looked at them with all their disappointment. They quickly and sent water to them one by one, but their symptoms not only did not slow down, but they even became more powerful, and they saw the most urgent ones. Falling on the table, Yan Shangqing rushed to tears down.

"Small Shang Qing don't cry, yell, go and yell..." Strongly endures discomfort, Yan Xiaobei is uncomfortable.

"Yes, look for Ling Shu, Wen brother, don't worry, I will call Ling Shu immediately, called Ling Shu..."

After he reminded him, Yan Shangqing stuttered and ran out of confusion. Afterwards, Jingyun Mountain Villa was undoubtedly caught in an unprecedented chaos. Ling Jingxuan, who had not given surgery for a long time, personally went into battle.

With a group of medical children to wash the stomach for the children, the spirits burned their throats and stomach, Ling Jingxuan took out the precious ganoderma lucidum that was originally found in the wolf, and used the crescent spring water to boil the soup to feed them to drink, busy to the big Complete rest in the middle of the night.

On the vertical day, the children are much better. The ones who went home are going home. Yan Ruirui and Ling Jingxuan have prepared a gift, and they sent it to the door-to-door. After a few days of tossing, this is a good thing, and it’s settled outside. Ling Jingxuan handed the small group to Yan Ruirui, and went to the room of the big buns by himself.

"I am sorry, I am wrong, I blame me for swearing. If I take the wine, they will not... oh..."

Seeing his moment, the big buns lying on the bed rushed over and hugged him tightly. The little body shook slightly because of crying. He has been in self-blame for a few days, if it was not his trick. Children, friends will not suffer, it is his fault.

"A fool, haven't you told you many times that frugality is a virtue?"

Pushing him a little, Ling Jingxuan distressedly wiped his tears for him. Strictly speaking, this time is not the fault of a big buns. He is not coming to marry him. He wants to talk to him and untie his heart. .

In the past, Ling Jingxuan just said this, most of the big buns were relieved, but this time his tears fell even more: "But... I am a father and aunt, I have to personally apologize to others, I... Sorry, I am hurting you."

"It’s silly to say you are stupid!"

Not arrogantly poked his forehead, Ling Jingxuan pulled him down and stared at him with a smile: "The son did something wrong, shouldn't it be appropriate to take it? You may deprive you of your right, Xiaowen, In fact, I am very happy. When I wake up, I see that you and Xiaowu are very mature and very sensible. Basically, I don’t have to worry about anything, but after all, I am yours. You are so sensible, I am not guilty. I used it? So I don’t blame you for this incident. I am even a little happy. I can finally feel the feeling of a normal father."

He is not jealous of him. He really thinks like this. Any experience is part of life. Even if it is unhappy or unpleasant, he hopes that his son can understand it once. Anyway, he and Rui Rui are there, can’t go out. It’s a big leak.

"爹爹"

Wen Yan, Ling Wen excitedly buried in his arms, this time Ling Jingxuan did not push him, but squatting gently stroking his back: "Cry, cry out just fine, I will accompany you. ”

Repressing the pain will only be more uncomfortable, and even the personality is distorted. Ling Jingxuan deeply understands this and no longer feels his tears. However, it is estimated that none of them have thought that after this time, the big buns’ tips have really changed. Of course, it is not that he has become a jealousy of spending money, but he has never had any jokes because of the tricks. The so-called experience is like this.

[End of this chapter]