Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 96 Eating grapes and spitting out grape skins

Xiao Liu just stood in front of him and looked at him without saying a word.

It's been so long that Ning Huaijun thought she was going to beat him up.

Xiao Liu suddenly dropped a handkerchief, "How ugly!"

Then swaggered away.

Ning Huaijun looked at the handkerchief, picked it up and threw it out, stood up and patted his clothes, but saw the scratches on his palm, swept the white handkerchief on the ground, looked at it for a long time, and then slowly stepped forward to pick it up.

He didn't wrap his hands around them, but hid them in his cuffs.

Walking into the classroom, Xiao Liu propped his chin and didn't know what to think. The prince was talking to her, and she answered perfunctorily.

Ning Huaijun looked at her deeply, and was about to walk back to his seat silently.

"Hey, who is that, what do you see me doing? You are so ugly, you dare to look at me, believe it or not, I will beat you up!" Xiao Liu stood up with a swipe, and pointed at Ning Huaijun.

Ning Huaijun's face darkened, "Huh!" He walked back to the table angrily, thinking she was a good person, but his eyes were sick.

"Tang Xiaoliu, I think you are ugly, but you are the fattest here, you are so ugly!" The fourth princess mocked, pointing at Xiaoliu's chubby body.

"You are ugly, everyone likes Xiao Liu, but no one likes you!" Xiao Liu made faces at the fourth princess.

"You..." The fourth princess trembled angrily, but when she saw Xiao Liu stepping on the low table where the books were placed, she stared at her without saying a word.

"Cut!" Xiao Liu sat down with disdain.

The master came, and when he was giving a lecture, Xiao Liu had just sat down for a few minutes before he started to move.

Either touch the east or touch the west, simply turn around and start a private conversation with the prince.

"Hmm!" the master groaned.

Xiao Liu didn't hear it at all, and discussed with the prince for a while to go to the queen mother to beg for food.

The prince naturally saw it, but he also pretended not to see it.

Some of the others were unwilling to tell when they encountered such a situation before, but they were honest after being beaten up by Xiao Liu a few times.

The master raised his forehead: "Primary six students, if you don't study, don't disturb others' study. You can sleep in a daze, but you can't affect your classmates!"

These children are too lively, but all of them can't catch up with Tang Xiaoliu, and she is the most difficult to manage.

Xiao Liu curled his lips, turned around and fell asleep on the table... now...

The master frowned and took a few deep breaths to hold back the yelling that was about to explode.

Nangong Han, who happened to be here for a stroll, had black threads all over his head: I'm afraid this girl is not the reincarnation of the devil king?Although the Tang family is a bit generous, they have never seen anyone so presumptuous.

Shake his head and leave.

"Why are you here?" The emperor looked up, and saw his younger brother standing under the stage watching him critique papers.

"What's the matter? I don't even want my younger brother anymore after becoming the emperor, so I can't go home for a walk?" Nangong Han took a plate of glucose from the emperor's hand, grabbed it openly, and vomited on the ground.

The emperor rolled his eyes, "Who provoked you again, and came to vent your anger on me?"

"No one, I just miss you!" Nangong Han lifted his robe and sat on the steps, spitting out grape skins.

The emperor saw the mess on the clean ground, his eyebrows twitched, there must be something wrong with this guy.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

Nangong Han continued to eat and vomit, "It's okay, it's just..."

"You say I'm calling mother later, aren't you homesick, then you must also miss mother, let her hug you and you'll be fine!" The emperor looked at him sideways while holding the booklet.

Nangong Han stopped vomiting, and said silently: "I want to go to the barracks!"

"No!" The emperor refused without thinking.

"Oh." Nangong Han didn't say anything, just silently spit out the grape skins, and after eating the grapes, he asked people to bring over various dried fruits.

Cracking melon seeds, clamping walnuts, crackling, noisy.

If Nangong Han was most afraid of the Queen Mother's pestering, then what the Emperor was most afraid of was mess.

The voice kept ringing in the emperor's ears, and the papers could not be approved.

(End of this chapter)