As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt that everything in front of me was wandering around, so I was so scared that I quickly closed it again. "Young Master is awake?" Green Butterfly cheered.

"Yeah, I feel dizzy when I wake up." I didn't dare to open my eyes, but I still felt dizzy.

"Mrs. I have just arrived. I have boiled medicine for you and asked me to make a pot of tea for you to relieve my wine." The gentle and pleasant voice of Green Butterfly made me feel much less annoyed. I mustered up the courage again, Green Butterfly stood in my bed.

The thin and soft hands were poured into the bowl on the table with the medicine jar wrapped in cloth.

"Oh, Xiaodie, how did I come back yesterday?" Drunk and amnesia. As long as I get drunk, I will definitely not remember what happened in the future. I hope I didn't kill the knife yesterday and chased the slaughter.

My sweaty fat shopkeeper.

"Yesterday, His Highness the King of Wu sent you back to his house. I heard that you were in the limelight in Yunwen Pavilion." The little girl raised her sleeves and covered her mouth and smiled, and a fresh and tender gentle wind blew on her face.

Come on, there is no trace of artificiality, it is natural. If you get older, you will definitely be a killer beauty.

My pig's face was discovered by the green butterfly, and red clouds rose on my little face. I used to pour tea for me to hide it and stopped talking. I despise myself and actually watched the little loli drool. It was so evil, I am harmonious.

The new young man who is a role model for society is not an evil uncle. Well, I will write it a hundred times in the afternoon. Now I will take medicine first, otherwise my mother will chant it later.

"By the way, do you say I'm showing off?" After drinking the medicine, I remembered Green Butterfly's words and seemed to be still unsatisfied.

"Is it what Brother Fang Cheng said? What exactly is it? Brother Fang didn't tell me. He just sent away His Highness the King of Wu, and he reported to his mistress. I only secretly heard a word and said it was you.

What, then His Highness the King of Wu slapped the table and applauded."

"Ah!" Did I threaten to slash the fat shopkeeper with a knife? Or would I slap my chest muscles to guarantee that I would steal the old man's Yu Ruyi again?

"I don't know this. If you want to know, why don't you ask me to call Brother Fang to come and ask?" Green Die blinked her excited eyes and handed the tea to my hands. It seems that gossip is

A woman’s nature. Whether it’s zero or one hundred years old, gossip will last forever and women will be passed down forever

"Well, forget it, wait until I get better." Hearing my rejection, "Oh" the little loli's eyes dimmed, and I almost nodded in agreement with my heartache. I gritted my teeth, I am so green.

In the past, I will not be tempted by the beauty of the little loli—

"Is Young Master Jun real?" Green Die's eyes shining with stars, and her hands were so nervous that she grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"Of course, in the sword light, the child named Harry stood up bravely, picked up the legs of the chair and bit his index finger, wrote the Taoist mantra on the legs of the chair, Boom!

With a roar, a purple thunder cracked, and a group of blood-sucking monsters fell down. "I flew across the mouth and told the little girl the story of "The Prisoners of Harry Potter Azkaban". Of course,

After passing the oriental fantasy story polished by me, a great writer, the Green Butterfly was fascinated by hearing it

"Cough, Jun'er!" When he turned around, "Mom, why are you here?" He quickly wiped his mouth, which was about to foam, and went out.

Lu smiled and glanced at the Green Butterfly who was obediently staying in the room: "Girl, go to the kitchen to bring some hot chicken soup for your young master to replenish your body."

"Okay Lady" Green Butterfly walked away from the room slowly, and seemed to be very depressed that she had not finished listening to the story.

"Are you better? When I came back yesterday, I was drunk again." Lu was very doting to admire me for a thunder. It's so strange that I felt refreshed and happy when I was beaten.

I feel that maybe this is the loss of family affection for a long time.

"The child doesn't want to do it either, but His Highness the King of Wu insisted on crying and shouting that he wanted his son to drink, saying that he wanted to celebrate his child's recovery." He looked at Lu sincerely. I was wronged. If it weren't for the two crazy guys yesterday, I was forced to do it.

I was so drunk that I was so drunk that I was unconscious.

Lu reached out and pointed it on my head: "Boy, the injuries on my head have not healed yet, and I still drink so much. If I hadn't stopped my mother yesterday, your father would have to remove your bones."

"Ah?" No, my father?

"What? Your father went to Luoyang for business a few days ago. He came back yesterday. I heard that you were awake and were happy. Who would have thought that before you were happy for a while, you were fucked home again.

Here comes." Lu frowned, looking very headache.

The famous prime minister of the Tang Dynasty was my father. Although I had known it a few days ago, I couldn't help but feel frightened when I heard Lu's words, for fear that this old prime minister would slap me again in the head and put us on again.

The more we reach the primitive era, it will be a big problem.

"Madam, I'll bring the soup and drink it quickly." Green Die gently brought the chicken soup to me, and a fragrance penetrated her nose. It was good.

"Drink it quickly and have a soup. Come with me to see your father and admit your mistake. Otherwise, it would be better to always make your father get angry with you."

On the way to the front yard, "Jun'er, where did you hear the strange things in ancient times? Can someone's surname be in the Tang Dynasty?" Lu seemed to have eavesdropped at the door for a while.

"It's not that Hu people. Hu people have this surname, but I heard people say it yesterday when I was drinking." I didn't dare to tell her that this is a movie story, and I didn't dare to tell her that this story will not be published after a thousand years.

"Oh, I'm free another day. You tell my mother again. It's so interesting. Jun'er, the girl in your room is getting more and more handsome as she grows. "My mother, Lu, covered her mouth and smiled.

The eyes were strange, as if I was more relieved when I saw my child receive the certificate and go home.

What's wrong? Why did the people in my room feel a little uncomfortable? I didn't dare to ask, for fear that Lu would take me to take a Qi decoction on the grounds of my hysteria.

"Mom" I was hunched at the entrance of the study, very hesitant. Lu smiled and pushed me from behind: "You, aren't you just going to pay your father a mistake? Because your father is here, your father dare not do anything to you."

"Oh" Forget it, I mustered up the courage. I am not an ordinary person. I came to visit my ancestors and celebrities. Before the self-hypnosis was over, Lu pushed it into the study.

A tall figure, with a straight back, a long gray gown, three wisps of white whiskers, and her expression looked very calm. She held a pen, supported the table, and stared at me with her eyes slanted. She was just a pair of eagle eyes.

Flashing with vague anger and helplessness, it seemed like seeing a pool of mud that could not be supported on the wall

"The child has seen his father" saluted respectfully, very excited. He was famous and famous, famous and minister of the Tang Dynasty, founded the country and ruled. When the Zhenguan rule was mentioned in later generations, he would definitely bring up Fang Du and others. How many people could not see him even if they wanted to see him?

, Not only did I meet, but I was also fortunate to become his powerful playboy son. I am very happy that I have also become a celebrity.

"Have you been hurt better?" Fang Xuanling asked calmly like a stranger. What was written on the tribute paper on the table with his pen? It was too far away and I couldn't see clearly.

"It's much better, but I can't remember a lot of things before."

"What are you afraid of when you talk back and forth? If you have the ability to exchange things for wine, you can't recognize it?" Fang Xuanling didn't raise his head and continued to write.

"Oh" is like a snail. After a long time, I finally stood side by side with the celebrities of the Tang Dynasty. I was standing next to the director of the Academic Affairs Office when I took group photos with the school. I felt uncomfortable and full of crisis.

Fang Xuanling's calligraphy is very beautiful. He lifts his wrist and twists it bit by bit, and small fly heads appear in his pen, which makes you feel a vigorous and simple style vividly on the paper. Looking at Mr. Fang writing, it's simply

I am just appreciating a kind of artistic conception and being very intoxicated.

Fang Laodou seemed to have glanced at me secretly. I pretended to be dead and continued to stare at the tribute paper, with an intoxicating and admiring expression. Since many of them are traditional Chinese characters, I don’t study much about ancient Chinese, and only literally

After understanding the general meaning, it seems that Fang Laodou is going to present a memorial on people's livelihood to Li Shimin.

Fang Xuanling finally got it done, and slowly put the pen on the pen holder, "I heard from Fang Shen that you left the house again yesterday?"

"Yes" the old man's intention is not clear and he must be dealt with carefully.

"Are you drunk again?" The old man shook me step by step and walked to the side of the couch and sat down. A maid immediately served tea to the old man. It was strange, why was the maid who served the maid next to the prime minister, like

It’s a bit inappropriate to call the maid. She is at least forty years old and has a real appearance. I really don’t have the courage to take a look at it. It seems that the old mother’s supervision methods have almost reached the realm of transformation. For this reason, the old mother’s supervision methods have almost reached the point of transformation.

A prime minister of the Tang Dynasty who struggled to survive in the palm of a strong woman was silent for three minutes.

"Yes" glanced at him, and the old man's expression did not change at all.

"Come here and sit down."

"Oh" sat opposite the old man, looking forward to the maid and aunt giving me a drink, but the old man said, "Get back all the time." The maids were like Naruto, instantly

Disappeared in between.

"Nothing!" The old man shouted angrily, and my hands and feet were still trembling.

"A evil beast! Have you forgotten why you punished you for your father?" The old man's voice became louder and louder, his originally vivid face began to twist, his three long beards began to tremble rhythmically, and his right hand pointed to his hand.

It's like a knife, showing signs of a thrust.

"Ah?!" I hesitated to cheer for Fang Xuanling's just move to beat up his son? Or should I run away with my head in my arms—

PS: I slept late, but when I woke up, I realized it was too late. I'm sorry, there is still another chapter tonight
Chapter completed!