"Wow..." When Xiao Qiluo jumped to the small ancestral hall outside Fengxian Hall [the place where the ancestor tablets are worshipped], she suddenly stopped and widened her big watery eyes.
Looking at the scene in front of you in surprise—
The whole place was messed up by her thirteenth uncle, and her pen, ink, paper and inkstone were thrown all over the floor. The table was overturned. Four or five palace maids and eunuchs knelt on the ground and begged for mercy and persuaded them.
"I am twenty-four years old, but I am even punished to sit on this small stool and copy the rules of disciples! Then why did King Lanling make a mistake?" Zhu Yetong kicked the small stool far away with a kick.
The servants were so scared that they didn't dare to speak out.
"Master Thirteenth, just copy it. After copying, you can submit the job and have a meal." Zuo Mu persuaded him there.
"You copy it! You copy it for me!" Zhu Yetong pulled Zuo Mu over and pressed it to the ground.
"Thirteenth Master...I...I can't write. Besides, Lanling Wang Yingming. If it weren't for Thirteenth Master himself, I'm afraid... would have been discovered. Thirteenth Master, you're still..."
"Uncle Thirteen, I'm here!" I couldn't bear it anymore, Xiao Qiluo walked over and shouted.
Zhu Yetong heard the little guy's voice and quickly turned around, looked at her, and then looked back involuntarily-
"Only me and the ducks are there. My mother didn't come. My mother said that the emperor and uncle are always right, and you should punish him."
"Do I punish me?" Zhu Yetong pointed at himself angrily and shouted. Seeing Xiao Qiluo nodding solemnly, he sighed, "Forget it, what are you doing?"
"Uncle Thirteen, I'm here to compete with you." Xiao Qiluo said, bent down and helped up the small stool that was turning to the ground.
"What competition is it?" Zhu Yetong raised her eyebrows and looked at her. What did the little girl want to do?
"Writing competition? It depends on whoever copys the rules of disciples first, and whoever wins. The loser must unconditionally agree to the winning party's request. Do you compare? If you don't compare, you will automatically admit defeat. Those who automatically admit defeat must also agree unconditionally.
The other party requested.”
"Then Uncle Thirteen has no chance to refuse the game?" Zhu Yetong raised his eyes and asked.
Qiluo nodded heavily, "Yes."
Zhu Yetong acted and knocked her head, "Ghost spirit, I'm much smarter than your mother. Oh, I look at it, you really don't look like the daughter of the fourth brother. Be my daughter, okay?
Qiluo?”
"No, you can give birth to one yourself." Xiao Qiluo refused firmly.
"Haha..." Zhu Yetong couldn't help laughing when she heard her words.
On this side, Xiao Guozi, Zuo Mu and the servants all breathed a sigh of relief. The little princess came, and the Thirteenth Master smiled and calmed down. They finally stopped terrifying.
So the uncle and nephew started to compete to write, Zhu Yetong designated Xiaoguozi as a judge.
Each of them set a table, each occupying one side, Zhu Yetong and Zuo Mu, Xiao Qiluo and Wuyazi.
Xiao Qiluo pulled Wuyazi closer, leaning his heads against one another, not knowing what he said, but Xiao Qiluo nodded repeatedly.
Finally, two people, one big and one small, stared at each other with a fierce look, sparks popping up in their eyes.
"Start!" Xiao Guozi waved his hand and gave an order. The uncle and nephew wrote down on rice paper with a brush.
Xiao Qiluo had already memorized the disciple's rules, and wrote as if he had a magical stroke, and every stroke was like flowing clouds and water. He sat upright in front of the table, calm as usual. At a young age, he had a certain degree of temperament when he started writing.
Later, a Xiangshi made up for Qi Luo's fortune, saying that this girl was born with extraordinary things and must have a passionate momentum. He also said that this girl was destined to meet two men, of course, this is already a story later.
Now, Zhu Yetong is not as calm as his little niece Xiao Qiluo. He has to read one sentence before he can write one sentence, and after writing one sentence, he has to look at the book, and his speed is behind at the beginning.
He raised his head and looked at it. The little ghost's head had already written about Izusaki.
"Zuo Mu, read it to me, and recite it in a low voice." Zhu Yetong thought of a way to speed up and ordered Zuo Mu.
"Yes!" Zuo Mu quickly picked up the book and recited it word by word in the Thirteenth Master's ear-"The rules of disciples, the teachings of saints, first of filial piety and brotherhood, second of utmost faith, love the masses, and be kind to the benevolent, have
If you have spare energy, you will learn literature..."
"Read slower!"
“Yes, yes!”
"What's behind the Shi Jinxin?"
"Pan...Pan" Zuo Mu said in sweat.
More than an hour passed, Qi Luo didn't take a look at the book. With superhuman memory, he finished writing the 1,080 words of the 360 verses of "The Rules of Disciples" without any mistakes, and revised them one by one.
There is no place, neat and clean.
After Xiao Qiluo finished writing, she put down her pen, blew the ink on it, and then looked up at Zhu Yetong before she wrote "Yu Li Xuewen". She clapped her hands excitedly, "I win, I win."
...Uncle Thirteen, you lost."
"Duck, we won, yes!" Xiao Qiluo raised her head and said happily to Wuyazi.
"Well, I saw it." Wuya was as cool as ever.
Zhu Yetong kept her energy and didn't say anything, letting Qiluo make trouble on the side. Finally, after half an hour, she finally finished writing all the content.
In fact, he also wrote very well, with a clean and neat stroke, heroic and unrestrained, free and unrestrained, just like him.
"Master Thirteen, you have finished writing. It's so good, so good..." Xiao Guozi breathed a sigh of relief when she looked at the long rice paper. While wiping the sweat on her forehead, she breathed a sigh of relief. Finally,
, you can submit a petition to Lanling King.
"Uncle Thirteen, you lost." Xiao Qiluo proudly raised her chest.
"Yes, yes, our little princess won." Zhu Yetong put down his pen and picked up Xiao Qiluo and said lovingly, "Then what request do you want Uncle Thirteen to agree to you?"
"I want Uncle Thirteen to have dinner here with me and ducks." Xiao Qiluo said just now when Xiao Guozi cried and Liusu, Uncle Thirteen hadn't eaten for a day.
"Okay!" Zhu Yetong wouldn't know what this little girl is thinking, and she naturally felt very sweet.
When the palace maids saw this, they quickly brought in the meals that were placed outside in turn.
The uncle and nephew were not particular, and they sat on the ground and ate without restraint. The palace maids and eunuchs were serving each other, with only Wuyazi holding their rice bowls and standing aside. It was cool, and he didn't want to sit on the ground and eat like this.
, really has no temperament, and the princess and the princess are there.
"Boy, I've been sitting on the ground and eating. Why are you still stubborn? Sit down for me." Zhu Yetong saw Wuyazi standing there, like a piece of ice, and immediately said, "So cool, be careful
If you don’t grow taller, no girl will marry you in the future!”
"..." Wu Yazi sat down silently. The devilish nature of these uncles and nephews was the same.
"I said you boy, you're so cool all day long, what do you want to do?" Zhu Yetong looked at his niece's little Shutong and couldn't help but say.
"Uncle Thirteen, I'll tell you a secret..." Xiao Qiluo looked at Wuyazi, then put down the bowls and chopsticks, stood up, walked to Zhu Yetong, approached his ears, and whispered something...
…
Zhu Yetong listened, and his eyebrows gradually condensed into a ball.
Wuyazi suddenly felt a chill rising from his back, and he quickly lowered his head to eat.
Sure enough, after Xiao Qiluo finished saying something, Zhu Yetong looked at Wuyazi with an inquiring look-
"I didn't expect you to take it out and show me!"
"What?" Wuyazi responded vigilantly.
"Don't you have a brush that can be used as a weapon?"
"No." Wuyazi held his pen tightly and glared at Xiao Qiluo coolly.
"Take it out!" Zhu Yetong suddenly put down the bowl and reached out to pull Wuyazi over.
"No!" Wu Yazi dodged skillfully, then threw down his bowl and prepared to evacuate. Zhu Yetong chased after him unyieldingly-
"You little brat, you have annoyed me when you pretend to be cool all day long. If you have good things, you still hide them and don't let me see them. I will give you the master!"
"Hahaha... Uncle Thirteen, catch him, catch him..." Xiao Qiluo happily ran out, watching Zhu Yetong and Wuyazi chased and fought.
Look at Zhu Yetong, wearing an orange robe, who is young to a dazzling age and has a brilliant appearance.
He was not wearing armor, his black jade-like hair fluttering in the wind.
Those evil and ostentatious eyes of the phoenix were like a calm sea covering the rushing lava. No one knew how much energy that would destroy the world was hidden below!
Finally, laughter finally appeared in the palace with heavy yin energy.
The sound of three people fighting and making noises spread from Fengxian Hall and spread to very far and far away.
Many people living in the palace couldn't help but sigh when they heard this laughter. What kind of person can laugh so happily in this palace.
If there were no such laughter in the palace one day, how lonely everyone would be.
*
Wuyazi walked forward without looking back, his face was so icy, and behind him was a little girl with a jade carving ran towards him-
"Wait for me."
He still kept not stopping and never looked back.
"Are you angry?" Xiao Qiluo asked while running and chasing him.
Wuyazi ignored him and continued to walk forward.
"Wait for me, brother...Oh..." Xiao Qiluo couldn't keep up with his footsteps, walked quickly and quickly, but fell to the ground with a bang.
Wuyazi turned around suddenly, and saw the little guy lying on the ground, trying hard to raise his head, looking at him with a bulging water vapor in his eyes, and said pitifully, "I fell down."
Wuyazi walked over in two steps, helped her up, bent down and patted the dust on her body, grabbed her hands, and carefully checked whether she was injured.
"Why are you so accidentally? You hurt when you fall. If you can't run, stand there and wait for me to come to find you." He spread her palms that had been a little bit broken and used his mouth to huh-
"I don't care. Brother, are you angry?" Xiao Qiluo asked. She had never seen him ignore her like this today and keep moving forward.
"I'm not angry with you. But only you and I can see my pen, and no one else can see it."
"I'm sorry, I don't know your rules." Xiao Qiluo said apologetically.
"It's not too late to know now, but I'm not angry with you."
"Well, I remember. Hey, you said that only me and you can watch it?"
⊙﹏⊙b sweat, no answer.
"You said I am the only one who can see?"
+_+Continue not to answer.
"Is that?" asked persistently.
( ⊙ o ⊙ ) Persevere and refuse to answer.
“Is that right?”
"Yes, yes! Come on, I will carry you back and let the imperial physician give you medicine."
Wuyazi bent down, and Xiao Qiluo naturally lay down and put his hands on his neck.
So, from a distance, on the walkway of the palace, a little boy was carrying a little girl, bathing in the refreshing and pleasant atmosphere of summer. The shadows of the swaying trees beside the road were covering them, and the shadows of the two overlapped together
, childhood sweethearts, no guesses, the years are quiet at this moment.
"Little brother, do you miss home? Do you miss your parents?" Xiao Qiluo asked suddenly.
"I am the emperor's man." Wuyazi did not answer Xiao Qiluo directly.
"Little brother, don't be sad. You are the lost little prince. If you and your family are lost, your family will come to you."
Wuyazi was stunned for a moment when he heard this. He still didn't say anything and continued to walk forward with her back.
"Wuwu...Wuwuwu..." Suddenly, Xiao Qiluo, who was lying on Wuyazi's back, started to cry, and tears flowed down, wetting Wuyazi's neck.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you suddenly cry??"
"If you are the little prince, your parents come to find you, wouldn't you go home with them and leave me? I thought that you were going to leave me, and I was so sad, so I cried..." Xiao Qiluo