long head song

Play early if you have something to do, and leave the court if you have nothing to do.

This year, the weather is smooth and the Haiyan River is clear.Yu Wenche returned to the Tai Chi Hall early, and Chen Wangzhi was still asleep.

Yu Wenche tiptoedly glanced at Guangling Hou's peaceful sleeping face, and quickly carried the cat out of the corner of the tent.

But it's a big deal, you can't sleep there.Yu Wenche sat on the porch and said seriously to cats that he didn't like cats.

The cat meows.

The wind in May was very warm. After sitting for a while, Yu Wenche began to feel sleepy.Or go to sleep... He let go of the aggrieved cat and thought, anyway, there is nothing to do today.

So he went back to the temple.As soon as he took off his outer shirt, a little eunuch came to report that the prince came to pay his respects.The raccoon servant is a little bit big, but he is honest and dignified like an adult.Yu Wenche announced him to come in, and the little man saluted politely, Yu Wenche thought to himself, my son is so cute.

The raccoon slave said that he recited a poem today.

Yu Wenche asked, what did you recite?

I carried Tao Yao on my back.

So what is this poem about?

Li Nu hesitated for a moment, his white face squeezed into a ball, uh...

Yu Wenche was satisfied, and followed the temptation carefully: he talked about marrying a wife.

Li Nu was surprised: Uh...

Yu Wenche asked kindly, what kind of wife does the raccoon slave want to marry when he grows up?

My son, it must be what I think, he calculated happily.

The raccoon slave gnawed on his little hand, fat...

Yu Wenche was taken aback, fat?

uh, round...

round?

Uh, give me meat, eat cakes, how much I want to eat, how much Li Tao will give me... Li slave swallowed, gnawed his fingers pitifully, hungry...

Yu Wenche was not reconciled: raccoon slave, isn't it good to be thin?

Li Nu blinked and blinked his big eyes: Fatty...Okay.

Yu Wenche received a huge blow, son, he picked up Li Nu, your taste is too bad——

At this moment, Chen Wangzhi coughed.Yu Wenche asked the little eunuchs to take the raccoon slaves to eat snacks, and then slipped into the bedroom with a guilty conscience.

Chen Wangzhi woke up as expected, sitting on the couch with a dignified expression.

... Is this what you call "educating well" a raccoon slave? !

The raccoon slave sneezed.Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, the little man thought gloomily, otherwise it would be nice to like thin people.As long as you can give me sweet cakes, hiccup.