Listening to the sound of the knocking down, Ming Lan closed her eyes, bit her lips, decided to carry it, and let her father fight to dispel fire.
She doesn't want to deceive her father to leave Cang Qiao, she can't do it.
But I didn't want her to wait until the pain, that chicken hair dumplings knocked on another person!
She opened her eyes and saw Cang Qiao who blocked herself.
The chicken -haired dumplings in Ming Yuanglang knocked on his chest.
Cang Qiao's eyebrows looked unchanged, and only looked at Ming Yuanglang frankly: "If you are still small, you hit her, and you are already angry.
Don't fight back! "
If Ming Lan was behind him, he couldn't help his eyes a little softer, and his resentment to him was less.
This fool really thinks that her father is good to deal with. Forget it, he will know it in a while.
She shrank back silently, and the Dead Taoist did not die.
"Good good, you are Liang Zhu, the west compartment, the dream of the garden, the wall in the poem in Xiangshan's layman immediately, the legend of the knowledge of the monarch is the king ...
Broken the bad guys with lover. "Ming Yuan laughed.
Xiao Qizi hidden in the crown swallowed the melon in his mouth, emotion, alas, deserves to be the grandfather of the country.
The crouched heart of the side also nodded deeply, less reading, and no scolding.
Cang Qiao was silent, only pressing Ming Lanruo back.
Ming Yuanlang smiled and stood up: "The lower official can not dare to supervise the Lord, and the lower official will only teach the unknown stubborn daughter!"
To say so, the chicken hair and sister -in -law in his hand did not hesitate to "slap Papa-"
The rain stretched his head towards Cang Qiao's head.
Not just relying on his rough skin, deep internal strength, he is a scholar Wenchen, and the kung fu is not enough for his master who is in charge of the prisoner.
I really thought he couldn't do it? Didn't the daughter like his face?
His daughter will be distressed, and the little beast of this official family will not feel bad!
Cang Qiao started to suffer like a mountain, isn't it just a feathers? The whip was drawn, and he was not afraid!
But after being knocked down a few times, I quickly noticed that it was wrong.
This beating does not face. Although his father -in -law is a scholar, he is also a bit of internal force.
His face was the thinnest. Where could he be beaten like this?
Cang Qiao loves this face most on weekdays. This face is also his confusing weapon. At this time, he started to be a little embarrassed. He tried to stand in place and dodge calmly.
But wherever he was willing to let him go, he was annoyed and pumped the chicken feathers. He passed a few steps, and the backhand pumping in the vase of the vase.
Then, he opened his bow and walked at Cang Qiao, continued to open the bow from the left and right, split his head and covered his face, and scolded while pumping-
"The mouse has a skin, no one is instrument! People without rituals, what is not dead!"
"The scholars are not good at being shameful, clothing crown dogs!"
"The shame of righteousness and righteousness was eaten by dogs!"
"Steak your own juniors, do you want to be shameless !!"
"I puppet, Wang Bazi ..."
The hearts and Xiao Qizi hidden in the crown watched the chicken hair in the room, and the Ming Dynasty scolded his master's words. He was more and more grounded!
From the name of the governor to the dying to all kinds of dirty wells, this ... is this the head of the Ming Dynasty, the famous Ming university scholar?
The scolding of the scholar can't be called scolding, called pointer Jiangshan!
For a while, the two were stunned.
Looking at his master's embarrassment, the feathers were full of feathers, and he was chased by the house to avoid but had to be beaten.
They each held half of the melon in their hands and silent for a while.
Into Ai Aiyi said: "This is the assassination of the master, this is the assassination of ', will we save the driving?"
Xiao Qizi was ruthless and bitten a mouth melon: "Can't go in, otherwise we will be destroyed!"
There is no way, whoever lets the Governor arches the "cabbage" of the Grandpa of the Guo Gong, always watering the fertilizer, always this time.
It seems that long and small seedlings are not all good things. When a long seedlings, you want to arch the "cabbage" of other people's houses.
I thought about it for a while, and I bit my mouthful: "Yes, the dead must die."
Can't be destroyed by the master because he was seen by his father -in -law, he was hit by his father -in -law, wouldn't it be a tragedy on earth! This chapter has been completed!