Sooner or later, I secretly sighed in my heart, this rotten old society, this evil communist rule, a commander of the imperial army who often patrols the streets, doesn't even know that steamed buns are everywhere in the streets.
Should we say he is ignorant or ignorant?
Looking around, the guards were all performing their duties and standing like statues. Aunt Roy didn't say anything and just stood aside quietly, as if she didn't hear anything.
She was not sure whether she should remind her kindly, but Ye Yu had already realized something in her complicated eyes with disgust, sympathy and hesitation. He immediately threw away the steamed buns, coughed covertly behind his hands, and said coldly: "
Answer this king’s question.”
"What's the problem?" Sooner or later, pretending to be confused, he said nonchalantly, "Oh, Your Majesty asked me why I ate dozens of 'baozi' that were actually steamed buns in one stick of incense? That's because I'm not only useless.
There was no lunch or dinner, and I only ate one of these steamed buns for breakfast. Besides, I always like steamed buns, so in short, I can probably eat these steamed buns..."
"That's enough! Get in the car." Listening to the woman nagging and repeating those two words with emphasis, Ye Yu finally couldn't help but shouted, threw up his sleeves and left.
Sooner or later, she covered her lips and smiled. How could she have forgotten that this majestic Prince Rui was talented and intelligent since he was a child, but he had a peculiar problem, that is, he could not distinguish between all similar-sized doughs, and often confused glutinous rice dumplings, dumplings, and steamed buns.
Baozi is stupid and indistinguishable...
Watching Ye Yu go around the carriage and ride on a tall and mighty black horse, Sooner or Sooner felt a little better. He stepped on the carriage with small steps, and the two little guys followed quickly.
At the moment when the carriage was sent away, Aunt Roy held tears in her eyes, waved her handkerchief, and blessed her sincerely, "My flower girl, if you leave, never come back again. Although you are a good Miao Miao, I, Hongxingyuan"
I don’t want the door to be closed forever for you...
Ye Yu's horse walked very slowly, and of course the carriage couldn't go faster. Sooner or later, he felt uneasy and decided to use singing to relieve the stress.
So she sang loudly: "Baozi, steamed buns, I can't tell the difference..."
After just a few words over and over again, finally, the carriage curtain was lifted, and she saw Ye Yu's face that was so dark that his three-dimensional features looked flat. She smiled flatteringly, gave him a wink, and asked delicately:
"It's nice. Xian'er's singing is like the sound of nature. I really like it." Ye Yu said every word with a dark face.
The guard following him looked angrier than Ye Yu, and turned out to be Zuo Yan, who had just been attacked by the baby dragon.
If you look carefully, it is not difficult to see the schadenfreude on Mr. Zuo's face. His inexplicable fainting on the catwalk has seriously damaged his dignity as a warrior, and his attitude towards Hua Xian'er has also changed from compassion to vigilance.
Long Chuangchuang saw him and frowned. He struck with all his strength and the man was unconscious for a while. It seemed that his abilities needed to be improved.
"Really? If the prince likes it, Xian'er can continue singing..."
Sooner or later, before she could finish her words, someone grabbed her wrist, and the man stepped forward. A pair of phoenix eyes reflected in her clear water eyes, which were deep and gloomy.
"Do you know why I didn't let Ye Huang take you into the palace?" His face, so close at hand, showed a bone-gnawing coldness in the dim night.