The West Warehouse is as warm as spring, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of orchids. Chunmei led Shanbao in and retreated. In the huge room, only Tang'er and him were left.

A screen stood in the middle of the room, separating the bedroom. Tang'er sat lazily on the rosewood chair next to the screen, staring at Shanbao lightly.

Shanbao didn't dare to look at her, and stared at the screen with his head on his face. Seeing that the screen was made of silk, the snow-white silk was embroidered with gold thread, and the black thread was weaving it.

The plum blossom branches are lifelike.

Next to the screen, a thin wooden beam hangs from the roof. At the end of the beam is a golden bird cage. Inside, a bird whose name cannot be called is green, jumping up and down, occasionally staring at the side of his head.

Looking at the good treasures is like understanding human nature.

Tang'er was wearing a white floral robe, looking around at Shanbao, and after a long time, she said, "You've seen enough, you'll give me a portrait!" She sat upright as she said, and put her arms on the arm of the chair.

He supported his forehead with his hands and looked into the distance through the glass embedded in the window, looking lonely and didn't know what he was thinking.

Shanbao saw that Tang'er didn't want to say much, but although he felt regretful, he felt at ease. Seeing that there was white paper on the table in front of the window, he walked over, took out the graphite that Zimo gave him, and pulled a piece of white paper bag.

OK, I sat upright at the table, turned around and looked at Tang'er carefully.

Tang'er's name as the No. 1 beauty in Manchuria is not a false statement. Although she has given birth to a child and has age, the years seem to have not left any traces on her body. Her skin is still shattered and delicate, like a baby. She has a plump figure and a robe.

She covered her body and was pushed by two tall and ripped clothes, slid downwards, outlining a perfect curve. Her lower abdomen was flat, her thighs were strong and round, one foot was wearing shoes, but the other was not wearing any,

It is exposed outside, white, and makes people feel urged to take a bite.

Shanbao was so nervous that he closed his eyes, then turned around and let out several long breaths, calmed down, and finally picked up the graphite and outlined it on the snow-white paper.

Tang'er took his gaze back from the window at some point, staring at Shanbao's straight back with a complicated expression, and the waves of light flowed in her eyes, thinking about what kind of child this was - yes, in her heart

, using Shanbao as a child, Fu Kangan is two years older than him - he dared to stare at himself as soon as he met, and praised himself for his beauty without restraint. That night, he actually... why was he so brave

What? I thought he didn't dare to come. Now he knew that he was very good at martial arts and could kill him with one move. How could he dare to sit there so calmly and paint? Aren't he afraid of killing him?

Shanbao suddenly raised his hand and stroked the bright forehead. Tang'er's eyes were suddenly shocked. Seeing him continuing to paint, she breathed gently, causing the towering height on her chest to rise and fall twice.

This kid!

She sighed slightly, looked at Shanbao's back, but her mind traveled through time and space, and returned to the day she first met Fu Heng - at that time, Fu Heng was just in her early twenties, with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes and wearing a sky blue ground gauze

The robe, with a yellow-edged belt, and a new black satin melon-skin hat on her head, stood tall and elegant, and looked like a big girl quietly.

But the young lady like a girl turned over the black-hearted food store that was hoarding in anger. She killed four shopkeepers like towers in the middle of her attack. She didn't even show her identity, so she calmed down.

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Tang'er suddenly smiled, thinking that she was still worried about Fu Heng's safety at that time. She thought about taking action, but she never thought that his kung fu was so handsome. This Shanbao killed several people in Tongzhou Wharf.

Could it be that the scene seemed to be like Fu Heng at that time?

Thinking of this, Tang'er suddenly felt inexplicably close to Shanbao - but did he offend him? He also discovered his own secret, and Fu Heng didn't know this secret. That night he was again

...This person wouldn't have a despicable attitude towards him because of this, right?

It was really when the wind blew, and a pool of spring water was wrinkled. Looking at Shanbao's back, Tang'er's heart was mixed and she couldn't say what it felt like.

"Madam, the painting is done!" Shanbao suddenly grew up, and walked to Tang'er with the portrait in his hand, showing it to each other with a corner of his hands.

Tang'er's pretty eyes were brilliant, her mouth was slightly opened, and her eyebrows, like a distant mountain, also stood up gently - for her, who was used to the fine brushes of the brush, Shanbao's graphite sketch

, It's like a miracle, but when I saw the woman in the painting holding her cheek with her hands, curling up barefoot, leaning lazily on the railing, her expression was lonely and her eyes were melancholy, which made people feel pity when they saw it. Although it was on the side

The face, eyebrows, eyes, and figure are the common self in the mirror.

A thought suddenly jumped into her mind. She took a deep breath and asked in a faint tone: "How old are you this year?"

Didn’t you say it earlier? Shanbao was surprised, but he still answered honestly: “I was born in the fifteenth year of Qianlong and am fifteen years old this year.” But he no longer claimed to be a humble position.

Tang'er seemed to have not realized this, and gently lit his forehead, as if he was talking to himself or saying to Shanbao: "Fu Kang'an is seventeen years old, two years older than you!" He raised his eyebrows suddenly

The beautiful eyes stared at Shanbao: "I want to accept you as the adopted son of Mori, are you willing?"

"Adopted son?" These words were like thunderous thunder and thunder, which made him change his color, who had always been able to control his expression very well. He asked subconsciously: "Why?"

"No, you just say you are willing or unwilling!" Tang'er suddenly became impatient and his tone became heavier.

Even though Shanbao claimed to understand women's thoughts, he was confused at this moment and couldn't figure out what medicine was sold in Tang'er's gourd. However, the opportunity must not be lost, and he could be so close to the Fucha family.

The relationship is second, and it is the most important thing to be able to meet this beautiful woman in a constant and open manner.

Thinking of this, Shanbao knelt on the ground with a bang, "My adoptive mother is here, please bow to the child." After that, he kowtowed three times - he had never had the experience of recognizing his godfather and godmother.

He knew nothing about the ancient ceremony of recognizing relatives. He could only follow his own thoughts, regardless of whether it was right or not, and then finalize the relationship first, so as to save the mysterious woman from regretting it.

Then Tang'er smiled slightly, "Get up, although the rules are different, I don't care about the common etiquette. Since you kowtow, you are my godson, and there is nothing to give to you. Listen to Fukang'an

You have not had a maid yet. That Chunmei has been with me for many years and is careful and considerate. I will give him to you."

"This..." Shanbao felt warm when he thought of Chunmei, and said in a hypocritical way: "Godmother gave it to me with a familiar person. What should I do if my godmother? Besides, it is not a small matter to recognize her relatives.

Don't you have to discuss it with the prime minister?"

"I can still do this idea!" Tang'er smiled coldly and glanced at Shanbao: "Why don't you ask when you kneel? Now you are smart and obedient, do you think I don't know?"

Maybe it was because of the experience of the pond that night. Shanbao was not afraid of this Tanger. He smiled and crawled along the way, "Godmother is Guanyin Bodhisattva, so I am smarter, but I am just that Monkey King,

You can't hide anything from you!"

Tang'er burst into laughter, and suddenly she was like spring flowers blooming. Qianqiu pointed at Shanbao, "You are so lucky... Okay, go down, go to Fukang'an first. The master said that he would go home for lunch and I will recognize you.

The adopted son should have met him no matter how hard he is."

Shanbao nodded, turned around and went out, suddenly turned around when he crossed the threshold, glanced at Tang'er barefoot, and smiled at Tang'er: "Godmother, you're so beautiful today!" After that, he left.

Door.
Chapter completed!