Hei Meng husband and wife's son is too pitiful

Chapter 40
"I heard that she is quite beautiful and passionate, so remember to bring it back to have a look." The little girl Lan Xue said after muttering to her sister Lan Yu, sticking out her tongue.

"Beautiful as a flower, like a passing year, remember to cherish the good times." Even Bai Qing, who has always been cold, couldn't help joking.

"Ruifeng asked me to tell you not to pick wild flowers on the side of the road, but to be a pair with others for the rest of your life. They are different." The little girl Baizhi hid behind her sister after she finished speaking, laughing hard.

Ruiling rode away miserably, wiping away tears, calling out to these little heartless white-eyed wolves, my brother usually loves you for nothing, and then left everyone a lonely and lonely back, although not facing the sunset, But there is also a sense of the sunset.

"Sister, are we joking too much?"

"Don't think too much, last time he said that he had practiced this angle for a long time, and let us see if it is very distressing? You forgot?"

"That's right, Shizi also said at the time that this picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it, Ruilin, you kid is overplaying. It seems that compared to Shizi, we are still not insidious enough, no, we are shrewd."

The girls chatted and laughed and dispersed, and Tuliu Ruilin rode on a horse and walked away lonely on the road.

In the next few days, although there was a funny Bi Ruilin, the excitement of Ling Yunxuan did not decrease but increased, which of course benefited from the arrival of Miss Tian.

Ruiling told his father that he wanted to read books and study hard, so he would not go to Man Ting Fang to have dinner with his parents and younger brother, because he said that the plum blossom feast was coming, and at the age of 20, he finally began to hope to start a family and start a business to earn fame and honor his ancestors. The Plum Blossom Banquet must be a hit.

Prince Rui was naturally happy to see the success, so he agreed immediately.

Not to mention Princess Rui, she supported her with both hands, and she didn't even go to Ling Yunxuan to see her son because of his studies. You know, when there is nothing to do on weekdays, the eldest son of Rui, his wife, will go to him for less than three days. of.

Thus, the leisurely days of Prince Rui began.

Every day, facing the sunshine of Sishi, the two of them walked out of the west wing room and the main room, and the place where their eyes met crackled like fireworks, which were about to explode.Then, they gave two cold snorts to express their greetings, and they each took different paths towards the same destination—the warm pavilion and dinner.

Naturally, dining is not a simple meal, it is more of a war of words, you come and go, the two of them have their own winners and losers in a few days, and it is temporarily a tie.

His eldest son Rui knew how to enjoy himself, he hired the best cook, and the meals were never the same every day, although they were not many, they were very delicate and delicious.

Miss Tian is arrogant and unwilling to admit that these meals are even more attractive than the luxurious set meals at Lingbo Tower, and she ate up all the dishes while expressing her dislike for each meal.

Although the dishes were constantly changing, the bowl of richly fragrant shredded chicken porridge in front of Prince Rui and the bowl of stinky unknown object that could be called porridge in front of Miss Tian were always there.

Miss Tian was disgusted and held a grudge because of this, but because the porridge was suspected of being a wound medicine, although she felt sick after drinking it, she would feel much better afterwards, so she held her nose and drank it every time.

Prince Rui would still mourn his bed in the west wing from time to time, and promise to get it out of the sea of ​​suffering soon, or stare blankly for a while while reviewing letters, or quietly play with a piece of black jade.

During the period, Lei Yiming and Yun Qingfan would also come to look for him, and the three of them chatted in the study all afternoon.

Tian Puppet looked at Prince Rui changing clothes of different colors every day, and reprimanded him countless times in his heart and mouth, so Rui Ling got a new title of "Show Bag".

When Tian Puppet was taking a walk, he would often pass by the door of the study room, and then he accidentally heard voices coming from inside. His eldest son Ruida was sometimes discussing various poses in the erotic palace with his two friends, and sometimes they were arguing about which building The girl is more charming or the Qing Dynasty in which restaurant is more temperamental.

When the two cronies were away, Prince Rui was always scolding those ancient people for why they created so many books to waste his brainpower, from poetry and songs to strategies for governing the country, and then from ancient times to contemporary Confucianism.

Miss Tian didn't have the desire to listen anymore after listening to it for a few days. Although the son of Ruida is brilliant and uses words that are deafening and completely different, but listening too much will make you tired of aesthetics.

So Miss Tian no longer went to the road in front of the study for her walks.

After seven days, the wound on Tian Puppet's waist has slowly healed, and the internal energy damaged by that palm is also slowly recovering, especially when he sleeps every night, he feels that the internal energy is particularly abundant, as if there is a torrential river flowing continuously. Her body flooded in, which made her both surprised and puzzled.

At noon that day, the two of them gathered at the same table again and started a language exchange. The topic changed from your green plum to his bamboo horse, and then from the chicken in Lingbo Tower to the duck in Yicui Tower.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, accompanied by a gentle and slightly playful female voice, "A Ling, I miss you so much, seven days are like three autumns, do you miss me?"

"Pfft ha ha ha ha, don't people like you deserve to be hated by others? Some people even think, so who? There must be something wrong with the head, ha ha ha ha! It's so funny. It can't be your sweetheart."

The stunning woman smiled recklessly, her bright eyes were as bright as stars, and the words in her mouth and the expression on her face were unabashedly mocking and joking.

(End of this chapter)