Group favorite Fuwa: Little milk bag, she is milky and fierce

At the beginning when Liu Shiyun was beaten, the more she hurt, the more she scolded her. Later, there was only screams, and she couldn't utter a single word of curse, she yelled and begged Liu to let her go.

Xiaoxi, who was eating melons by the side, was used to it long ago, but Zhang Zhong, who was fighting by the side, was stunned. Ever since they got married, the Liu family had always asked Rourou, even when they were in Zhang Village, many outsiders said that the Liu family was tough, but After all, he had never seen it before, and suddenly seeing Liu Shi's tough side today made him somewhat uncomfortable for a while.

After Liu Yunshi begged for mercy, Liushi stopped. After all, she was still her sister-in-law, and she could just teach her a little lesson. If something really happened, it would not end well.

Fortunately, Xiao Xi didn't know what Liu Shi was thinking, otherwise she would have told her. The way Liu Yunshi looked at Liu Shi wished she could cramp her skin and pick her bones. From that slap, the relationship between the two families was knotted.

Liu Yunshi didn't dare to speak, Liu Shi pinched his waist and complained.

The sky gradually brightened, and the National Teacher's Mansion also ushered in a white figure knocking on the closed door of the National Teacher's Mansion.

"Uncle Yan!" A butler who looked at Mo Yue's ten-year-old boy and opened the door smiled softly.

"Master Yan Ci?" The old butler who opened the door was stunned for a moment. Those who were accompanied by the national teacher called them "little national teachers", while the disciples who were not accompanied by the national teacher were called adults.

"Yes, Uncle Yan, I'm Yan Ci, long time no see." The young man was wearing a white robe, with a long sword that reached his legs on his back, a round face, thin lips and a straight nose, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that looked like crescent moons when he smiled. Same, clear to the bottom, clean and dazzling.

"It's really Master Yan Ci, come in, come in, Master Guoshi has been talking about you for several days, why did you come today?" The old housekeeper enthusiastically opened the door and invited Yan Ci to come in.

Yan Ci followed the butler into the door, and said with a smile: "It's not that the master said that he accepted a junior sister for me. I didn't know what girls would like, so I asked some brothers in the Taoist sect to prepare gifts for the junior sister, so I came here A little late."

As he said that, Yan Ci smiled and took out a very delicate rattle from his arms. Besides this, he also took out many small butterflies and dragonflies made of hemp grass to show the old housekeeper.

The old butler looked at the rattle in Yanci's hand, and the bright smile on his face gradually cracked: "Master Yanci, you...you...you...did you buy this rattle for the little master?"

"Of course, the master said that my little junior sister is just three years old. I don't know how big a three-year-old doll is, but I think it shouldn't be too big. She should like these little things, and these dragonflies and butterflies. I also buy them." I bought a lot of tassel hairpins, and a lot of senior brothers in Taoism said that girls like this kind of colorful." Yan Ci smiled softly.

As he spoke, he turned the rattle in his hand a few times, and the small balls pulled by the rope hit the drum surface under the rotation of Yan Ci, making a "dong dong dong" sound.

The forced smile on the old butler's face couldn't hold back.

The hairpin is still acceptable, but it's just a rattle... He always feels that Master Xiaoguoshi won't like this thing!

"Master Yanci, little national teacher... I think it's fine to give you a few hairpins for your little national teacher, but let's forget about wave drums!"

With the temperament of the little master, would he accept rattles?

"How can this be counted? I went to a lot of people's homes to ask what the little doll likes. Many farmers recommended me to buy wave drums. They said that children will giggle non-stop as long as they play with this." Yan Ci's peach blossom eyes are full of soft light.