The dumpling swayed on the chair and shook it over. He couldn't remember it anymore. He said regretfully: "The pot and pot have no debts, and Zhuzhu said it a few times. Zhuzhu said half and half first. When the pot and pot come, the debt said half and half."

Huo Chenzhao tried to say, "Zhuzhu wants to say... to cover him?"

Tuanzi thought for a moment and nodded suddenly: "Yes, yes!"

She turned to Han Zhenge: "Don't be afraid of Han Jiujiu, you can tie a great bowl, and the beads will cover you!"

The little breast dumplings had bright eyes and soft voices. Han Zhengge couldn't help laughing when she looked at them like this. The big wine vortex sank in, and the smile was very bright and beautiful, and she felt a radiant feeling in the room.

He whispered, "Thank you, my master."

Huo Chenzhao couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Anyway, he couldn't tell anything wrong with him, except that the name was a little strange and the appearance was a little better.

He looked at his hand again, then paused: "What are you pinching?"

Han Zhenge said embarrassedly: "It was my little self who was thinking about it."

Duanzi became curious, and went over and squatted down to watch.

Han Zhengge made a room on a wooden board, and it seemed that it was the room they were staying at this time.

In the room, there were tables, chairs, and a bunch of beaded toys, and people.

I have pinched several people, each of which is only the length of a finger, so cute.

Sitting by the table were Sheng Minglin and Zhuzhu, behind him was Huo Chenzhao, and in the yard were Shandawei Feng and Shen Lingjue. Judging from his posture, he should be able to pinch a seventh prince.

Tuanzi's eyes were shiny and he pointed at him: "Beautiful pot! Look! Tight you!"

Huo Chenzhao nodded with a smile: "Yes."

He touched it gently with his hand and found that the window could still be opened. He touched the cabinet on the corner again. The drawer of the cabinet was just the size of a soybean, so it could be opened.

Tuanzi exclaimed: "You are too tired of Korean wine!"

Han Zhenge lowered his eyes and smiled, and the wine vortex fell into it.

Tuanzi looked very curious and leaned over and said quietly: "Can Zhuzhu poke your pit?"

Han Zhenge was stunned for a moment: "Crack?"

He suddenly understood and hurriedly said, "Yes."

Tuanzi then stood up and stretched out her hand. Han Zhengge quickly bent his knees and lowered his face. Tuanzi reached out and poked gently.

The first time he did such an unprincessful thing, Tuanzi felt a little embarrassed and threw himself into Huo Chenzhao's arms. He also whispered: "Don't tell your father and mother!"

Han Zhenge hurriedly said, "Yes, master."

Tuanzi hid in the arms of beautiful pot pot, playing with her fingers, and then said, "Zhuzhu also wants to make a fuss."

She looked up and looked at Huo Chenzhao with eyes intent. Huo Chenzhao hurriedly said, "I don't know this."

Tuanzi: "You will definitely do it!"

"I really can't," Huo Chenzhao smiled and said, "This is not a disease, I can't treat it."

Tuanzi touched his little fleshy face: "That Zhuzhu looks good, but it's not as good as it is?"

Huo Chenzhao smiled and said, "Zhuzhu is the best now. I can't even think of it. Why is there such a beautiful and cute Zhuzhu?"

Tuanzi was very happy to be coaxed, so she turned back and asked Han Zhenge: "Does your father and mother and Guoguo also have any pitfalls?"

Han Zhengge was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and whispered: "No, they have no pits."

Tuanzi wanted to ask again, Huo Chenzhao patted her back gently, hugged her little head, and whispered: "Han Jiujiu's family is gone, he is the only one, so let's not ask his family, he will be sad."

Tuanzi nodded suddenly.

The little little man raised his face and thought about his life without his father, mother, and brother. He suddenly burst into tears and felt that Han Jiujiu was so pitiful.

Han Zhenge vaguely heard a little, feeling a little uneasy.

As a servant, there are not so many things to pay attention to. The master will say whatever he wants. Who cares whether he, a servant, will be sad.

He noticed that Zhuzhu looked at him, and he waited for her to ask him something, but Duanzi asked nothing, grabbed a ball of dough, and went to the side to play with it.

Han Zhenge was also pinching.

He pinched a bead in the general's clothes, and even pinched a pony. The small beads were riding on the horse, carrying a spear in one hand, which was quite majestic.

After a while, I finished pinching it, put it on a small wooden plate, and said carefully: "Master, I've finished pinching it."

When the dumpling turned around, he was very surprised: "Wow!"

She ran over and didn't dare to take it by herself. She held her knees with her little hands and looked over with her little face: "Zhuzhu is too majestic!"

Although Huo Chenzhao felt that this was a bit different from Zhuzhu, he still said: "Zhuzhu is so awesome! He looks like a general!"

The dumpling was admired for a while before asking the lychee to help take it away, then returned to the table and sat down and continued to pinch it.

Since the master didn't let him go, Han Zhengge sat down again and continued to pinch the previous yard, and repaired the Seventh Prince. He had all pinched it, and Zhuzhu had not finished finishing yet.

It was almost time for dinner that the dumplings were finally finished. They held them in their hands and carefully handed them to him: "Hanjiu, let me tell you, don't be sad!"

Han Zhenge took it with both hands and was stunned on the spot.

There were four villains in their hands, and they were not good at all. They were all twisted and twisted, but they each held hands and were connected together. You don’t have to think about it. This is Dad, Mother, Brother and him.

Han Zhenge's heart was hot, and he held his tears in his hands, and gave a big gift: "Thank you, my little one, I'm so grateful."

As soon as Sheng Minglin came back, he saw this scene and was stunned for a moment.

When he left and asked, Huo Chenzhao told him.

Sheng Minglin smiled and touched his sister's little head: "No matter who he is, even if he is a bad person, his brother thinks that he will become a good person in front of Zhuzhuer."

Huo Chenzhao smiled and said, "Maybe you're thinking too much, it's just a name."

Sheng Minglin nodded and said nothing more.

When Zhuzhu went to bed in the evening, Sheng Minglin quickly asked Prince Duan for follow-up.

Prince Duan smiled and said, "You have made great contributions this time."

Qin Jiangbai entered the palace in the morning and told Sheng Minglin about the speculation. Emperor Mingxi immediately sent the Jinyiwei over and said to Yang Xianrong in a speculative manner: "Two days ago, we found a yard. Guess what, there are a few young people in that yard, and they look a little familiar! If you don't know, you thought it was the young man from the noble family who ran out."

Yang Xianrong suddenly panicked.

An old fox like him was originally not a rabbit or a hawk, but this kind of superficial temptation could not deceive him.

But he is now imprisoned and has been punished several times. The destruction of all nine clans is right in front of him. He is just a thin line, and he is already very nervous. Once the line is broken, he will collapse.

Then he called.

According to him, it was Prince Qi who came to the door first and said he wanted to take him to meet someone.

It was really very similar. When he saw it for the first time, he really thought it was his grandson. He thought that Prince Qi had captured his grandson. He was furious and scolded him. Prince Qi took the man away and told him about his substitute.

They helped him raise a substitute and preserve his bloodline when something happened to his family.

Nowadays, it is better than the Taizu period. Being an official is not too dangerous. You won’t die at any time. However, the higher you climb, the more serious you will be, so raising a substitute is really not an unfair worry.

And he doesn't have to spend half a penny, and even gives him a lot of money, just helping to catch people or arrange them.

It is said that you can also book a substitute to let them meet people and be familiar with each other. Then within half a year, they will bring an exact same person to see him.

It sounds really good, but Yang Xianrong is very cunning. Since he cooperates with them, he must test them a lot and find out who they are.

Now, I know it.

It is the holy teaching.

Hearing this, Sheng Minglin couldn't help but lose his voice: "Holy Teaching?"
Chapter completed!