166. The soup used by the little lady for bathing is very fragrant [please reward, recommend, collect]

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"Hey, how old is your master? As for what you said to be like you can't get married, you can only choose Yide or Molan?"

Sun Feng felt that if she didn't say anything, the two brothers and sisters could make her married with one daughter and the second one.

Are all men in the world dead? She can only choose one of them so miserably?

My aunt is determined to raise a bunch of people!

Da Qiao: They are called Mo Lan, they are usually called bad boys, but their attitude becomes unconscious. What my mother said is to beat him or scold him or love him or her.

Xiao Qiao: Wow, the master is so strong, and the name of Mr. De is just called directly. In the future, no matter how big or small it is, it is the king to get rid of my husband. Master, you can do it!

Of course, what I was thinking was what I was thinking. On the face, Qiao Xiao and Tongtong shut up and listened to his master's resignation.

The twins have a tacit understanding, the same appearance, and the same flattering expression. In addition to the difference in height, hairstyle, and clothing, they look cute and cute. Qiu Shui and Qi Fu really left the best genes to this couple.

"If you don't marry or not, if you kiss me in the future, if you listen to my grandmother or parents, I won't stop you from the board, do you hear it?"

He put the portrait away and put it back in the painting box. Sun Feng didn't ask him to take it back to the warehouse. He held it himself, and didn't know what to do.

"Yes, Miss." Qiao responded in unison and waited for the master to further instructions.

"Go back to the house and go to bed!" The cool breeze was blowing, and the yard was still a little colder in the middle of the night. The place where the tea splashed on her body was wet and sticky and uncomfortable.

"Uh...yes..." Xiao Qiao went up the second floor first to clean up the bed and prepare to wash and bathe water.

The task of helping Sun Feng go upstairs fell on Da Qiao.

Seeing the master holding the painting by Yu Yide in his arms, Da Qiao began to wonder again. After so much trouble, is the master still reluctant to part with the royal prince?

"Da Qiao."

"Yes, Miss."

"Please carry me up, I can't walk anymore."

“…”

Pack? What is pack? Da Qiaoteng's hands in the air couldn't find where to put them.

Now that things have come to this, someone in the dark corner of the yard can no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart: Little lady~~~ Can you express your attitude? Brother is not calm inside~~~~ Also, can you come to carry you?

"I said, I can't walk anymore."

This was what Sun Feng thought of temporarily. He was too lazy to eat snacks, and he was holding a relatively heavy-duty painting box.

I will punish you to bring me to the second floor to tell you whether you dare to help Mo Lan that stinky brat in the future!

"Then...why should I carry it?" Da Qiao passed by his mind several times, and he was carrying it on his back. He didn't intend to let go of his hands when he was holding something in his arms. Could he still carry it on his shoulders?

Sun Feng looked at Da Qiao's confused eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking. It was also true. Da Qiao followed him, and except for Xiao Qiao and himself, he had never had any contact with the opposite sex.

"Then carry me up and hold me firmly. If there is a little bit of a sway, I will use the cheap bird for soup tomorrow."

You can always hug you horizontally. If you can lie so comfortably in your arms, I won’t be able to do it, your master?

“…”

Da Qiao's understanding of his master has reached a higher level. Is this angering him deliberately letting Mr. Mo onto the carriage or eating the jealousy of the little white feather?

So under the gaze of two shiny eyes in a corner, Da Qiao held the little master in his arms with gorgeous and relaxed effortlessly.

Da Qiao: Master, you have eaten so much, where have you eaten?

Sun Feng: Your sister, your expression is saying, I am lighter than you think? How heavy can I be an eight-year-old child?

On the 16th section of the stairs, Da Qiao walked steadily. Because it was because of going upstairs, Sun Feng was constantly leaning into Da Qiao's arms.

Did boys develop early in this era? They are only in their teenage years, and their bodies are so strong? It is because they have been practicing martial arts since childhood. The biceps are very obvious and the two pectoral muscles are also elastic...

"Miss...Miss!"

When Xiao Qiao saw Da Qiao put his master at the door of the room, she almost threw the copper basin in her hand to the ground.

"Why... I will punish him for physical work again. I will make me unhappy next time, so I will continue to punish you!"

Da Qiao went downstairs to return to the room, Xiao Qiao was waiting outside, waiting for the master's call after bathing, with a resentful look on his face.

Master, the job of carrying you upstairs is only considered a punishment for her, Xiao Qiao, a small body.

For Da Qiao, if holding you is a punishment, I will definitely be happy to make mistakes in front of you every day.

The sound of water came, and it seemed that the master was in a good mood for bathing. The sad little Qiao An was sad. Master, you are indeed biased towards Da Qiao!

Alas, let’s go to the kitchen to cook tea and prepare some late-night snacks.

It’s true that someone is very happy in the bathtub, but that person is not Sun Feng. Someone is stepping out of the bathtub with wetness, and her brand new ink blue clothes makes her debut in dismal places.

"Little Junior Sister, don't try so hard..." Mo Lan smiled silly. It turned out that the little lady was bathing in such a big bathtub and could swim inside.

I wonder if the little lady will mind taking a couple's bath in the future.

"You stay busy! It's okay to climb into the boudoir, but why do you have to hide it here? You're just a voyeur! Being too crazy! Bitch!"

If he was holding a wooden stick in his hand, Sun Feng would have called him up fiercely. If he hadn't been stunned for a while, if he hadn't changed his clothes, if he hadn't discovered this brat earlier! The figure of the washboard would have been completely gone!

"Zhazha!"

Mo Lan picked up a ball of white hair from the bathtub and threw it away casually. The white hair hung on the towel rack.

"That, halfway through the wall, the bird flew into my arms. I promise I don't know where it came from."

If it weren't for the bird's movement, he wouldn't have been discovered by the little lady, and he wouldn't have been turned into a chicken. However, the soup used by the little lady for bathing was so fragrant.

Damn! You don’t know my aunt! Bai Yu’s little bird went in! She actually shared a bathtub with a little bird!

Well, that colored bird must have seen Mo Lan, who looked like a monster, and abandoned Da Qiao. It was indeed a colored bird!

Da Qiao Bai loves you! He spit out all the walnut pancakes for his aunt!

"It's okay, this one is not wet."

Mo Lan took out two letters from her upper collar, checked that the sealing was intact and did not splash any water stains on it, and then he handed it to Sun Feng with peace of mind.

"What?"

Sun Feng didn't give Mo Lan a good look. The things in the carriage had just passed for too long. She still remembered that she was firmly afraid that Mo Lan would be dislocated and would carry her clothes that were still dripping. She would not stick together wet and sticky.

Dear, have you been wrong about the point? Could it be that when Molan is dressed neatly, you don’t mind sticking together?

"One letter is for you from the ginkgo in Feng's house, and the other letter is for you from Chu Wan. Fortunately, it was not covered with water, otherwise I would be beaten again when I go back..."

When he heard that it was from ginkgo, Sun Feng quickly took it over and decided for a long time before he recognized which one from the wax oil seal.

I glanced at Mo Lan who wrung the corner of her clothes alone. You are so kind that you are untrustworthy. Ginkgo and Chu Wan both used such tricks to prevent you from peeking at.

The painted box in his hand was temporarily placed on the wooden couch by Sun Feng, and decided to take it apart first to see what was written in Chu Wan's letter.

What Sun Feng knew was written in the Ginkgo Letter must be about the secret between the Crown Princess and Grandmother, and read it when she was alone.

After reading it back and forth twice, I realized what Chu Wanxin said. From beginning to end, it was a series of marriages that Yu Yujue ascended the throne and would issue an order to carry out.

One of them was Wu Lingyu, the cousin of the Wu family, who gave Yu Yi the side room. Sun Feng sighed in his heart. It seemed that the death of Emperor Yu still could not change the fate of Lingyu's cousin.

A prince with a status that is neither high nor low, has a good wife and a legitimate son and a legitimate daughter. Lingyu's cousin is too quiet and gentle, and she doesn't know whether she will take the initiative to please Yu Yixiu, let alone dealing with the legitimate son and a legitimate daughter of the legitimate concubine.

Sun Feng has not yet understood the other marriage relationships. Among them are the uncle Xu Hongqin of Jinshi and the cousin of Tanhua Xu Qingxiang, who are not royal relatives, but officials in the court.

The pile of bad peach blossoms that were once intended by the old man Yuhuang to marry his elder brother Qi Shaocheng were all given to Beihou Mutong's son. When he woke up, he would slowly tidy up.

"Wow, who painted this? He drew his younger sister as beautiful as a fairy descending to earth."

"Hey! Why do you look at other people's things?"

When I heard Mo Lan's voice, I realized that Mo Lan had taken the painting out to see it without permission.

In fact, when Mo Lan was squatting in the small courtyard, the master and servant said that the person who painted the painting had an intention to his little lady. If Sun Feng didn't bring it up by himself, Mo Lan would sneak into the warehouse or Da Qiao's house to see it.

"Whose jade flute sounds in the dark, the wisteria is gone, and the poem is written well. Junior sister, who is Huang Yida?" As evidenced by Cangtian, Mo Lan asked this sentence with a smile, and he was already confused in his heart.

There was actually a young lady who was so blatantly coveting him. He was so angry that he wrote such a heart-wrenching love poem.

"My admirer, I want you to take care of it, I'll give it back to me!"

I'll piss you off! I'll piss you off! I'll piss you off!

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