"Don't be like people like him. You must have character." Situ Kongkong said to them, looking very serious.
Situ Qingqing also nodded deeply. After all, this villain is not that villain. She should still be a lovable villain. A villain without bones is not suitable for her.
"Yes, Dad, but I prefer wind chicken."
You can’t eat wind bones.
Situ Kongkong rolled his eyes slightly, what a Qingqing! He resisted the urge to flick her forehead, his daughter was too smart, a little unruly.
"Who is looking for me..."
A ball rolled over... It was a ball rolling over... Uh! No, it was a person, with hands and feet, but the body was surprisingly huge, with a round belly, lumps of arm flesh, and fatness like lotus roots.
The knots were greasy and trembling, as if a few drops of oil would drip onto the ground with every step.
But he walked very nimbly, without panting, and he was dripping with sweat. His feet seemed to have tendons, and he bounced every step. He could walk faster than a concierge at half a century old.
Seeing the... person in front of him, even Situ Kongkong, who has a profound knowledge of the sea, can't help but be shocked: "I'm surprised that you haven't destroyed the Prime Minister's Mansion yet. Is the oil and water in the Prime Minister's Mansion so rich? Look at your chin as thick as an elbow.
Already."
"The Taoist priest is..." Why does it look familiar? Wu San narrowed his small mung bean eyes squeezed by fat and racked his brains to recall.
"Eat less, Wu San. If you really don't want to walk in the future, why don't you just roll?" Situ Kongkong put his forehead on his forehead, how could he dare to come out to see people with such a long body?
"You...you are...eh! You are..." Wu San was suspicious at first, and then his mung bean eyes became as big as red beans, his mouth opened wide, his lips trembled, and he looked like he was about to have an epileptic seizure: "You, you...are
Young Master Fenghua?!"
Fenghua Gongzi? Situ Qingqing looked at her father who was suffering from convulsions and wondered how he was so elegant.
"I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and the thin bamboo poles have turned into fat bamboo tubes..." In a blink of an eye, he has grown old, and his hair has silver threads in it.
Before he could finish speaking, Wu San bounced up like a ball, shed tears, and ran back crying and laughing, shouting loudly as he ran: "My uncle is back, my uncle is back, my uncle is back, my uncle is back."
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Uncle? I really miss you!
Situ Kongkong took a look at the scenery in the yard. The old tree behind the door was still there, and the red bricks and blue tiles were still as beautiful. They had taken great care in maintaining them. I am afraid that the appearance had changed and my daughter would not be able to find the old days. It was really thoughtful.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he led his daughter across the threshold, followed by the boy he picked up and the taller maid Doumiao.
In a hurry, a group of people came towards me.
"You...you still dare to come to see me, aren't you afraid that I will beat you?"
The very shameless son-in-law pushed his daughter forward. It turned out that he was holding her daughter's hand to use her as a shield.
"Qingqing, come and meet your grandfather."
Oh! This person who is so angry that he wants to beat her father is her grandfather! Then she will like him, because her father really needs a spanking sometimes.
"Grandpa, I am Qingqing, Situ Qingqing. I like your beard that is half white and half black. Do you like me?"
Facing the little girl who didn't follow the rules and had the same playful smile as her father, Prime Minister Yan, who was still very healthy despite his age, was slightly startled. Then with tears in his eyes, he touched the little face that looked like his daughter and murmured: "
I like, like, grandpa likes you."
"Yeah! I like my grandfather more. You are my biological grandfather." Situ Qingqing nodded heavily, expressing that he liked it very much, and his sweet words melted everyone's hearts.
However, she did not favor one or the other. When she saw the three excited men behind her grandfather, she smiled sweetly with crooked eyes, making people laugh so hard that they couldn't help but laugh.
"Hello, my first uncle, my second uncle, my third uncle, and all three uncles."
Well, there should be a meeting gift, look at how thoughtful her etiquette is.
"Do you know who we are?" The three of them said in unison, patting her head each like a puppy, looking moved and staring at her with sour noses.
"Of course I know. We are connected by blood. I can recognize him at a glance. My uncle looks a lot like me."
Sure enough, it's not like one family doesn't want to enter the same house.
In fact, the three Yanfu brothers do not look alike, and each has his or her own characteristics, but they are equally handsome and handsome. They are three outstanding men from the same family, each holding an important position. Two of them are officials in the court, and the second one is the head of the "Wenyao Academy".
The world was full of peach and plum blossoms, and all the civil and military officials of half the dynasty came from Wenyao Academy and were considered his disciples.
"Okay, okay, my wonderful niece, my uncle likes her." Mr. Yan said with a smile. She looks so much like her sister, especially her beautiful, lively eyes.
"Yes, we are kissing. If you have any problems in the future, just come to uncle and he will support you." Yan Laoer also smiled and nodded. Her little mouth really knows how to talk.
"Girl, treat the Prime Minister's Mansion as your own home. With uncle here, no one will dare to bully you." Yan Laosi patted his chest and said. This is my sister's daughter. She has grown so big in a blink of an eye.
"Well! Thank you uncles, Qingqing likes you very much." Situ Qingqing smiled so hard that she narrowed her eyes, and her cat-like pettishness made a group of grown men cute.
"Cough! Cough! It's snowing heavily outside. Come in quickly, don't catch the cold." Not wanting his granddaughter whom he had only seen for ten years to be snatched away by his son, Prime Minister Yan cleared his throat, relied on his father's authority, and pushed his sons aside with a smile on his old face.
She held her little granddaughter's hand like a flower and walked inside.
"Let's go, my father-in-law invited me, and my son-in-law dare not refuse." Situ Kongkong shamelessly followed behind, his grace was like jade.
"I didn't tell you, why do you have the nerve to follow me?" Prime Minister Yan became angry when he saw his son-in-law, but he didn't give him a good look. Even though he was half a century old, he even kicked his son-in-law.
Situ Kongkong hurriedly flashed to the side, his figure floating like a falling flower: "One family does not talk about two families. Didn't my Qingqing just say that we are close? My son-in-law is my son-in-law, and I am also your son."
Prime Minister Yan exhaled from his nostrils in annoyance and said, "How do you know we are at home? You are not afraid that we will miss you and no one will pay attention to you and kick you out?!"
Situ Kongkong raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "My father-in-law has forgotten what my son-in-law does. I calculated your days off before I came here."
"Then what's with your clothes?"
Why doesn't he just become a monk?
Pulling the Taoist robe on his body, Situ Kongkong raised his lips in a ruthless manner and said: "I have changed my career. If father-in-law needs it, I will give you an advantage. I don't need to be polite..."
"Grandma, don't keep looking at my face. Don't spill the soup, or you may burn yourself."
Maybe it was because she had some sustenance in her heart. It turned out that the dying Mrs. Yan seemed to have taken a big rejuvenating elixir. Her body was mostly recovered, and there was a smile on her face. She kept smiling at the juniors all day long, and nothing went wrong.
Eat well and sleep well.
When Yan Suxin died, no one informed her, and the news of her daughter's death was only sent to Prime Minister Yan. In order to fulfill her filial piety, Yan Suxin wrote more than twenty letters before her death, and sent one letter every six months to report her safety.
As for Mrs. Yan, she always thought her daughter was still alive.
It’s just that paper can’t cover up the fire. One day, Mrs. Yan went to the study to look for her husband. She accidentally opened the letter he had tucked in the book. Out of curiosity, she took out the letter and read it. Little did she know that it was the news of her daughter’s death. She couldn’t bear the shock at that moment.
She fainted and fell to the ground.
From then on, her body was getting worse day by day. When she thought of her daughter, she couldn't stop crying. She didn't get enough rice and soup, and she became thinner day by day. She kept shouting to go to accompany her daughter. The tears she cried were all in her heart.
Blood, how can the body not be weak?
Now that Situ Qingqing is here, her daughter-like facial features give her the strength to live again. With her daughter gone, can she, as a grandmother, still take good care of her daughter's granddaughter? That is what her daughter had to risk her life to give birth to.
a piece of meat.
As a result, she recovered at an astonishing speed. She was willing to eat on the first day, could sit and talk for a while on the second day, and could get out of bed and walk a few steps on the third and fourth days. Now her sunken cheeks have
I am more muscular, my speech is strong, and my laughter is heartier than before.
However, thanks to Situ Qingqing's excellent medical skills, she prepared her own pills commonly used by the elderly, checked her grandmother's pulse, and prescribed a conditioning medicine. After taking a few pills, the effect was immediately noticeable.
Now the master of the Prime Minister's Mansion has a small miracle doctor, and the servants don't dare, but a few masters dare to speak and let her take a look at the sore back, old calves, etc. All the old diseases that other doctors don't care about
When you find her, you're like a doctor sitting in court.
"You can't burn it, you can't burn it. Grandma will be happy when she sees you. You don't need to take medicine and your disease will be cured." Mrs. Yan likes her granddaughter from the bottom of her heart. Not only does she look exactly like her daughter, she also has a good temper. She smiles all day long and looks like she is doing everything right.
The carefree and silly look makes people want to hurt her more when they see her.
"Grandma is partial. You only have cousin Qingqing in your eyes. You have brushed aside us granddaughters." The beautiful woman in a purple dress with gold and floral flowers pretended to wipe her tears, but the corners of her mouth were raised.
High, the butterfly hairpin in her hair swayed up and down with laughter, and the paper-thin butterfly wings also trembled.