Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh relatives
Soon after it got dark the next day, Young Master Liu washed up and left the Queen's boudoir feeling "refreshed" and rushed to the front garden.
It was the end of August, and although it was past the crisp autumn period, the scenery in Liufu Garden was still quite pleasing to the eye.
Young Master Liu's eyes were admiring the beautiful scenery in the garden while wandering around several pavilions in the garden.
Finally, Young Master Liu saw the figures of Wen Renzheng and Wen Ren Yunshu, the grandfather and grandson, in the pavilion in the southeast corner of the garden, as well as Liu Zhengming, who was holding his mother Wen Ren Yunshu's little hand and shaking it with two fingers.
Liu Mingzhi lowered his head and examined his clothes. After confirming that there was nothing inappropriate, he placed his hands on his cheeks and rubbed them vigorously for a while to make his face look more rosy and shiny, making him look full of energy.
Then he beat his trembling thighs a few more times, and forcefully straightened his body and walked towards the pavilion in the southeast corner.
Last night, with the Queen's extremely flattering cooperation, the internal injuries suffered by Young Master Liu in the imperial mausoleum benefited from the harmony of yin and yang and the harmony of great sorrow and yin and yang.
I'm still quite pleased.
However, although the internal injuries were more or less recovered, the external injuries were also much more serious.
The most obvious symptoms include lumbar muscle strain, limb weakness, etc. These are the most obvious symptoms.
The charming appearance of the Queen, a female demon who ate people without spitting out bones, appeared in front of her eyes last night, and Young Master Liu shuddered uncontrollably.
This bitch's ability to kill people is so terrifying!
After being still more than ten steps away from the pavilion of Wen Renzheng and his grandson, Mr. Liu cleared his throat and greeted them in advance with clear words.
"Old man, Yun Shu, good morning, you two got up very early!"
Hearing Young Master Liu's voice greeting him more than a dozen steps away, Wen Renzheng and Wen Renyun Shu's grandfather and grandson immediately stopped talking softly.
Wenren Yunshu lightly wiped the corners of her beautiful eyes with her fingers, and turned around with a smile to look at Mr. Liu, who was walking straight towards the pavilion.
Wenren Yunshu pursed her red lips and breathed a sigh of relief. She took her son Liu Zhengming's little hand with her beautiful hand and bowed to Liu Dashaofu in a dignified manner.
"I see you husband."
"Tomorrow, why don't you hurry up and give dad a gift?"
Liu Zhengming, who will soon be three years old, looked up at his father, Mr. Liu, with a childish grin on his chubby little face.
"Daddy."
"Hey, good son, let daddy hug you."
Young Master Liu rubbed his hands, squatted down and held Liu Zhengming in his arms.
After picking up his son, Young Master Liu happily stood up and looked at Wenren Yunshu: "Shu'er, don't stand still. There are no outsiders in our own home, so we don't need to care about so many false courtesy."
The moment Liu Mingzhi was about to turn around, he saw the beauty's beautiful reddish eyes and his eyes narrowed. Then he continued to smile as if nothing had happened and walked to the stone bench opposite Wen Renzheng and sat down.
Wenren Yunshu nodded slightly and sat down on the stone bench on one side in an elegant manner. He picked up the pot and poured a cup of warm tea for his husband.
Liu Mingzhi stretched out his hand to hold down his son's chubby little hand that was touching the stubble on his chin, and looked across with a smile at the old man Wen Renzheng who looked at him with a helpless expression.
"Old man, you got up very early. Did you sleep well last night?"
Wen Renzheng put down the teacup in his hand and shook his head helplessly.
"It's not that I and Shu'er got up early, but that you got up too late. You're not blind. You don't know what time it is now by looking at the sky?
I just saw that your steps were frivolous when walking, as if you were stepping on flying clouds, so I knew that you must not have slept well. Last night must have been quite ridiculous, right?
I'm not talking about you, but you said how old you are this year? Do you really think that you are still the same as a young man in his teens or 20s?
Food is also sex, and I naturally have no objection to the love between a man and a woman, but I hope you will remember these four words.
If you continue to indulge like this, sooner or later you will die early due to excess energy loss.
I don't care whether you like to hear this or not, but I hope you can think carefully about it. I don't want Shu'er, Zi Le, Yun Yatou and other girls to become widows at the age of forty.
body."
If it had been in the past, Wenren Zheng would not have said it so straightforwardly due to the presence of his granddaughter Wenren Yunshu.
However, at that time, my granddaughter was still a young girl who had not yet left the palace. Now that this girl is the mother of a child who is about to be three years old, there is no need to be too shy about some words about male love and female love.
After listening to the old man's words of instruction, Young Master Liu laughed angrily a few times.
"I understand, I understand. I will definitely pay attention to it in the future."
Wenren Yunshu sat aside and looked at her husband, who did not dare to bite his lips after being scolded by his grandfather as before. He lightly covered his red lips with his beautiful hand and laughed a few times.
There are only so many people in the world who can control their bad husbands.
"Grandma, give me a hug."
Liu Zhengming, who wanted to touch his father's beard several times but was rejected, had a wrinkled face and waved his little hands to Wen Renzheng opposite him, struggling constantly to get a hug from Wen Renzheng.
Wen Renzheng, who had a serious face just now, heard Liu Zhengming's words and hurriedly put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up happily and hugged Liu Zhengming into his arms.
"Good boy, please give me a hug."
As soon as Liu Zhengming reached Wen Renzheng's arms, his chubby little hands eagerly reached for the beautiful beard on Wen Renzheng's chin.
"Beard, beard."
Wen Renzheng's old face smiled as brightly as a blooming chrysanthemum, and he took the initiative to lean down and put his chin in front of Liu Zhengming's little hand.
"Okay, okay, here comes the beard, here comes the beard."
"Hey, hey, you little brat, please be gentle. If you pull at my great-grandpa's beard, it will fall off."
Young Master Liu saw his son Liu Zhengming holding on to Wen Renzheng's beard, and he quickly stood up and flicked the back of his son's hand with his fingers.
The back of Liu Zhengming's hand hurt, and he instinctively let go of the little hand holding Wen Renzheng's beard. Young Master Liu picked him up and handed him to Wen Renyun Shu's arms.
"Shu'er, this brat is so young. He needs to be disciplined well in the future."
"Hey, I know, I will teach him not to grab things randomly in the future."
After Liu Zhengming was hugged by his mother Wenren Yunshu, he suddenly felt the pain on the back of his hand. He touched the back of his hand a few times with his fingers and suddenly started to cry loudly with a grin on his face.
Wenren Yunshu did not see the scene where her husband flicked the back of her son's hand because of the angle. When she saw the son in her arms crying inexplicably, her pretty face suddenly became embarrassed, and she hurriedly began to coax her son in her arms softly.
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"If you don't cry tomorrow, if you don't cry tomorrow, tell mother what you want. Don't cry anymore. Don't cry anymore."
Wenren Yunshu didn't see Young Master Liu's behavior, which didn't mean that Wen Renzheng didn't see it either. Wen Renzheng was unhappy when he saw his great-grandson covering the back of his hands and crying, and glared at Young Master Liu fiercely.
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"I am happy with it. I just like to be pulled and played with by my great-grandson. You are full, right? Who asked you to meddle in other people's business?"
"me……"
Young Master Liu's face froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at the old man who had already stood up and started teasing his son Liu Zhengming. He really didn't know what to say. I am helping the old man, okay?
If your beard is pulled off, it won’t be someone else who looks ugly, right?
Even if you are kissing someone from another generation, this is not how you kiss, right?
Looking at his son who was still sobbing with a wrinkled face, Liu Mingzhi stood up slowly.
"Shu'er, I'm afraid this brat Zhengming is hungry? You go and get him some porridge or soft pastries to cushion his stomach, and you can chat with the old man for a while."
Wenren Yunshu, who didn't understand why, nodded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, grandpa, you talk to your husband first, Shu'er will go find some food for Ming'er first, and Shu'er will come to accompany you after he's coaxed.
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Wen Renzheng glanced at Young Master Liu lightly, smiled lightly and nodded to his granddaughter.
"That's fine, but this kid may not be hungry. Don't forget to check for anything wrong with him.
Maybe he was bitten by some evil animal!"
"Grandpa, you know how to joke. Let's not talk about it for now. Shu'er will go and get some food for Ming'er before coming back. Let my husband chat with you first."
Watching the good granddaughter Wen Renyun Shu and Wen Renzheng stare at Young Master Liu angrily as they carried their son away, they walked to the stone bench and sat down.
"Tell me, what did you want to talk to me about by deliberately pushing Shu'er away?"
Liu Mingzhi glanced at the bottomed teacup in front of Wen Renzheng, then lifted the pot and poured another cup of tea for him.
"Old man, Shu'er's eyes are a little red, she must have cried just now.
Now she is my wife, and I am her husband. I should understand why my wife is sad, right?