A certain attack stole the cabbage from Tiandi's house

Li Xuehan's big-eyed younger brother is named Yan Yan, 16 years old, and is the only son of Empress Ci Le, ranking fourth among the princes, with two younger brothers.Although he is already the older brother of the two younger brothers, Yan Yan has been spoiled by his mother and brother Li Xuehan since he was a child, and has developed a coquettish and clingy personality. At the age of 16, he still reads and writes like he was six years old. If you need someone to accompany you, you need someone to teach you. If you don’t have someone to accompany you, you don’t do your homework. He gave up hope.

The Emperor of Heaven gave up hope on him, and his mother didn't bother to discipline him. She sent him to Lianli Palace frequently since he was 12 years old. I hope he can get in touch with Li Xuehan more and learn from Li Xuehan's kindness, understanding, and Good qualities such as filial piety, obedience, diligence, etc., should be corrected.The so-called one who is close to the vermilion is red and the one who is close to the ink is black, Empress Ci Le was very relieved to foster Yanzan in Lianli Palace, but after many years, Empress Ci Le discovered that his son was a piece of rotten wood, which cannot be carved!

Then Empress Ci Le, who hated iron but not steel, was so angry that she adopted her son under the name of Empress Guanyin, hoping that Guanyin would teach his son a lesson.Who knew that a year ago, Empress Guanyin's biological son, Yanyue, was found having an affair with her close maid, Rijiu, and put a handful of ashes on Empress Guanyin's face. Empress Guanyin felt that she couldn't manage her own son well. He was able to take care of other people's sons, so he threw the fourth and sixth princes back into their wives.

It is said that the matter of the third prince Yanyue caused a lot of trouble in the harem. The Heavenly Emperor originally wanted to knock Yanyue and the court lady out of the mortal world, but finally let the two get married in a low-key manner.The fourth prince Yanyan said that it was the sixth prince Yanjian who came to beg Li Xuehan, and asked Li Xuehan to go to the Emperor of Heaven to beg for love, and he even scolded the sixth prince a few words after speaking.

Li Xuehan has been slowly adapting to the changes in the fairyland in the past 20 years. Although he has only been in the fairyland for a few days, there has not been much change in the past 20 years. It is just that there are a lot of extra brothers, which is really hard to remember. Clear who is who, what is the name, how old is this year, and so on and so on.

The fourth prince Yanyan would come to Lianli Palace to look for Li Xuehan almost every day, and it was obvious that Empress Ci Le drove him here to be raised by Li Xuehan.It was a good day, and Li Xuehan and Nangong Ling were sitting on the edge of the terrace enjoying the beautiful scenery of the lake. Li Xuehan felt that the water lilies were in full bloom, and wanted to ask Nangong Ling to take a boat tour of the lake, but the words were just on his lips, but he heard them far away. Someone in the distance shouted: "Brother——".

Nangong Ling's eyelids twitched.

The visitor was dressed in purple, with big eyes, three volumes of books in his arms, and a bouquet of peonies in his right hand. He was the Fourth Prince Yanyan.As always, Yan Yan regarded Lianli Palace as his home, took out the lily flower from the white porcelain vase on the desk, aimed at the round frame in the carved window lattice, threw it out, and then inserted colorful peonies in it.

Those lilies thrown away by Yanyan were picked by Nangongling just this morning.If it wasn't for Li Xuehan being here, Nangong Ling would have thrown Yanyan into the lake to feed the fish!

Twenty years ago, the colored porcelain incense burner given by Empress Ci Le was burning with white smoke on the desk. Yan Yan spread out the scroll and sat opposite Li Xuehan to copy scriptures.Seeing his pitiful and aggrieved look, Li Xuehan became motherly, picked up another volume, and copied another for him.

This one was punished by the master to copy Yanyan, the other one was punished by Empress Ci Le, and the third one was the homework assigned by the master in the morning.Li Xuehan's handwriting was gentle and beautiful, and Yan Yan looked at it with admiration, and said: "Brother, your handwriting is so beautiful, as beautiful as your own, can you teach me?"

Li Xuehan said: "Yes..." Yanyan happily moved over with the brush, Li Xuehan carefully held Yanyan's hand, and wrote the word "positive" on the blank rice paper.Yan Yan gave a "wow" and praised: "It's so beautiful!" Then Li Xuehan taught him to write a few words.

Next to it, an invisible, vicious, lonely ghost stood quietly for a long time, watching Yanzan always leaning back to rub Li Xuehan's chest intentionally or unintentionally, seeing Li Xuehan holding Yanzan's hand, his heart ached. Big waves surged, and a river of black vinegar rolled eastward.

The jealous Nangong Ling walked up behind Li Xuehan, stretched out his index finger and wrote something on Li Xuehan's back, Li Xuehan trembled slightly, and was scratched by him, so he couldn't help but straighten up.Li Xuehan looked back in confusion, Yanyan called him back again, grabbed his hand and said, "Brother, teach me how to write some more..."

Nangong Ling gritted his teeth, and repeated the word just now on Li Xuehan's back stroke by stroke. Li Xuehan shook his hand and wrote the word Yanzan into the character written by Nangong Ling - "hungry".Li Xuehan raised his head and smiled at Nangong Ling knowingly, Nangong Ling sullenly took his hand and pulled him out.

Yan Yan looked at the crooked word "hungry" on the rice paper, and suddenly felt hungry. Seeing Li Xuehan pacing out, he asked, "Brother, are you going to cook?"

Li Xuehan paused at the door and said, "Well, what would fourth brother want to eat?"

Yan Yan thought for a while, and said: "I want to drink mung bean soup, and... fried enoki mushrooms."

So, Li Xuehan was dragged by Nangong Ling to the kitchen to cook.Li Xuehan was chopping vegetables while Nangong Ling was washing the vegetables. Li Xuehan lit a fire and cooked a pot of mung bean soup. The jealous Nangong Ling took advantage of Li Xuehan's inattention and poured half a jar of coarse salt into the soup.Anyway, he knew that Li Xuehan didn't like to eat mung beans, and he didn't know how to taste them.

The white smoke brought out a tempting aroma, and the green vegetables were poured into the pot. Nangong Ling hugged Li Xuehan from behind. Li Xuehan stopped cooking the vegetables, pursed her lips, and said, "Brother Ling, be careful... don't be caught Oil splashed on..."

Nangong Ling stuck on his back even tighter, and the cool breath brought a pleasant voice: "You taught him to write in the same way just now..." Li Xuehan didn't know what other ways to teach people to write besides that. I don't know if Nangong Ling is jealous, I thought he was hungry.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Nangong Ling knew that he was ticklish, so he purposely breathed on his reddish ears. Li Xuehan shrank back from the itching, just touching Nangong Ling's face, and the roots of his ears became even redder.Smelling the scent of flowers on Li Xuehan's body, Nangong Ling smiled and continued to tease him, saying, "It smells so good, can you let me have a bite?"

Li Xuehan was not nervous at first, but when he heard what he said, he was startled for a moment, and turned around in a hurry, wanting to say that this is not possible, but as soon as he turned around, the person in front of him leaned forward, and his words slipped back like a loach. into the stomach.

Nangong Ling leaned over, and he lay down, his heart beating thumpingly.Li Xuehan looked at the corners of Nangong Ling's slightly raised mouth, raised her hands to cover her mouth, and the pot of dishes behind her was still emitting a mouth-watering aroma.

Nangong Ling bent down, bent down again, bent down again, and was about to stick it on. Li Xuehan's watery eyes were full of helplessness. Nangong Ling turned his head, picked up a vegetable, and said in his ear: "It's delicious!" " Li Xuehan heard the sound of putting down the glass chopsticks, blinked her eyes, and just breathed a sigh of relief, but the other party asked meaningfully: "Xiaohan, you are covering your mouth, what are you thinking?"

There was a crackling of the charcoal fire underneath, Li Xuehan's face turned red, and she leaned down again, the pot was getting hotter and hotter, Nangong Ling picked him up with one hand, seeing his cute little appearance when he was shy, jealous in his heart Ah grievances, all vanished.Nangong Ling broke Li Xuehan's hand and said with a smile, "Stop covering your mouth, the dishes are going to be mushy."

Li Xuehan turned around abruptly to pick up the dish, and then went on to make the next dish.Nangong Ling hugged him up again, leaning against his back comfortably, and said, "Xiaohan, the dishes you cook are so delicious..." He took his slender hand holding the shovel, "Why don't you teach me how to cook too?" How many dishes would you like?"

Nangong Ling rubbed her head itchy, Li Xuehan flashed a few times, and whispered: "Okay..."

Li Xuehan was pestered by Nangong Ling for several hours in the kitchen, and when she returned home with plates of delicious food, it was the fourth prince Yanyan's turn to complain.The fourth prince who was still copying the scriptures put down his pen, got up weakly and walked forward, lying on the dining table, complained: "Brother has been cooking for a long time..." Then he drank the mung bean soup in one gulp. Turned green, tearfully said a word to the unaware Li Xuehan.Without clearing this word, Yan Yan got up and picked up a pot of cold tea and drank it cleanly. After drinking, he gasped and said, "Mung bean soup is so salty!!!"

Li Xuehan said: "Really?" Seeing Yan Yan's unbearable expression just now, Li Xuehan said apologetically, "Maybe I accidentally put salt in as sugar, or should I cook the pot again?"

Yan Yan waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it..." After eating crispy fried enoki mushrooms, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, his face flushed, and he ran out in a hurry, saying, "It's so spicy!!!!"

Li Xuehan looked bewildered, while Nangong Ling looked proud.Who made this kid always keep Li Xuehan busy, teaching him to write and helping him copy books is not enough, but also come to eat, Nangong Ling himself is reluctant to ask Li Xuehan to cook him the beef he wants to eat most Fuck, why does this kid bully his baby!

Nangong Ling, who taught Yan Yan a lesson in terms of taste, was very happy to eat. Li Xuehan made him a ginger mushroom, and Nangong Ling also made him a side dish.Yan Yan, who had just gone to the kitchen to find water to drink, ran back again, holding a frosted glass bowl in his hand, which contained delicious soup.

Yan Yan stood at the door and took a sip, and said: "Why is there sweet soup in the kitchen? Did brother cook it?" He couldn't help but took another sip, "It's so delicious, what kind of soup is it?"

Li Xuehan glanced at Nangong Ling, and said slowly, "This is...longan tremella soup..."

As soon as the voice fell, cracks spread in the glass bowl in Yanyan's hand, a gust of wind blew past, and there was a bang sound, and there was a glass slag mixed with sweet soup at the door.Yan Yan stood there like petrified, his eyes wide open, his mouth could hold an egg, he stared at the half glazed bowl in his hand, he was stunned for a long time, and said: "This bowl...can't be used for Soup?"

Li Xuehan was also taken aback, and looked down at the glass bowl of the same material in his hand. He often used this bowl to serve Nangong Lingsheng sweet soup before. Why didn't it burst?

The bowls and chopsticks in Nangong Ling's hands on the opposite side were nowhere to be found.A chopstick hit the soup bowl and sank into the lake, only in the blink of an eye.Li Xuehan knew that Nangong Ling was powerful, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful, and he didn't realize that the sweet soup that was spilled all over the floor was a good thing by Nangong Lingqian.

Poor Lianhua Lake, that Wang Dong who was smashed upright by the glass bowl that fell from the sky.