75 【I'm almost so happy that I get internal injuries】
"Father..." Chong Zhong's little voice was timid, like a little quail that wanted to be ravaged by others, "Today the Imperial Academy is studying "Ode to the Goose", and the Grand Tutor asked his son to compose a poem.
All the homework is done..."
I escaped from Fu Donglou's grasp, "Your Majesty, please spare my life, I'm so scared."
Fu Donglou's dark eyes seemed to be filled with emotions slowly unwinding. He touched my head, and then the prince's head, "Chongzhong, recite your poem to me."
Prince: "Oh, Taifu said that we should apply what we have learned, so the poem written by my son is called "Ode to the Chicken"."
I suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Chicken, chicken, chicken, the songs are singing to the sky. The yellow feathers will eventually become brocade, and they will chirp before killing." After the prince recited his creation, he proudly raised the five-cent portrait of Fu Donglou.
Such a handsome little face, "Is this line of poetry?"
Fu Donglou pondered for a moment with great difficulty, "Only the word 'jin' can be used well, the rest——"
"Good poem!" The only thing in this world that cannot be attacked is children's creative enthusiasm, so I had to interrupt Fu Donglou and praise the prince instead, "In ancient times, King Luo Bin sang about geese, and now Fu Chongzong sings about chickens. The prince
Your Highness, you are so promising! Not only can you recite good poems, but you can also create realistic creations. From a yellow-feathered chicken cub to a golden-feathered fat chicken, it is time to eat it, but the squeaking of the chicken before killing it is really annoying.
This poem touched my heart, what a wonderful poem!"
Fu Donglou looked at me: "..."
Prince: "Are you really a sweetheart? I've never seen a chicken killed. I'm just imagining it."
I patted my thigh and exclaimed, "This is your talent, Your Highness! Wang Shuogen, the chef of Heshun Prince's Palace, kills pigs every day, but I haven't seen him compose a song "Ode to Pigs". It is expected that he will never enter the world of poetry creation in his life.
.But His Royal Highness has never seen someone do so well. It’s so rare. You should continue to work hard and don’t be proud.”
The prince Chongzhong danced happily, "Father, would you like to take my heart and me to pick flowers?"
I agreed on behalf of Fu Donglou, "Your Majesty is a leader in the field of flower picking. He will definitely take us there. You go back and carry the basket first."
Prince Chongzhong nodded excitedly, "Yeah!"
After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.
…
Fu Donglou sat down at the table, elegantly picked up the tea brought by Yuanyuan, and said to me: "Sincerity is a liar's greatest weapon. Xin'er, if the prince is incompetent in learning from now on, he will definitely divorce you."
It doesn’t matter.”
I regret, I worry, it makes my heart hurt. I just praised a little sincerely. Although the acting skills are more exaggerated, the prince's lack of learning and skill in the future has something to do with genetics. I have nothing to do with it.
It’s just a matter of trivial matters. The king of a country cannot take the lead and be unreasonable, right?
After slandering me, I pouted, "Don't you love me anymore?"
It's a shame to say this, but Fu Donglou's mature and calm attitude is like a curse to me. I don't want to win the bid alone, I want him to admit defeat first.
Fu Donglou slowly took a sip of tea, then raised his eyebrows and asked me: "I am old and I often forget what I have said. What should I do?"
Sure enough, it's different to have seven years more food than me. Fu Donglou is not only cunning and cunning, but also a bitter old ginger.
If an ordinary woman hears this betrayal, she will be so powerful and passionate that she will seek death, but I am not that ordinary woman after all!
I leaned over and rested my head quietly on Fu Donglou's shoulder, sighing sadly as if I was possessed by Meng Jiangnu and Dou E at the same time, "Hey, you have such a pity for my tender and tender girlish heart.
Just entering the love scene, being hurt by a veteran in love until blood is everywhere, this is the fate of a little orphan, there is no place to express any grievances..."
Fu Donglou: "..."
I straightened my sad and noble head and prepared to leave his shoulder.
But who would have expected that Fu Donglou suddenly pulled me to sit on his lap, and then finally said one word to me in a tactful manner: "...love."
Although it’s a bit childish, I can’t help but feel so happy that I feel so happy that I’m almost hurt internally. There’s only one word for it, and I can shout it several times! So happy, so happy, so happy!
But I still had to hold my tongue and said reluctantly: "Hey, that's it. I already take love very lightly."
"If you take it lightly, I will help you color it again; if you are tired of loving it, I will give you something new. As long as you live up to my heart, I will love you forever, be careful."
Time seems to be treating Fu Donglou particularly well. His smile, the corners of his mouth, and his voice are so alluring. I was so fascinated that I felt dizzy and my heart beat faster.
In fact, a woman's heart is very big, so big that her desires can almost swallow up her reason; however, a woman's heart is also very small, so small that all it takes to fill it up is a few sweet words like this.
I put my arms around Fu Donglou's neck, kissed his eyelids with some trembling, but said awkwardly, "Maybe it's because you are so good-looking, so I still love you reluctantly, so don't be too proud."
Feelings are like vines. They grow crazily when you don't notice. When you suddenly notice, you are already in it. Your heart is bound and you can no longer escape. I feel that this is what I feel for Fu Donglou.
"Honey! You're a scumbag!" The prince shouted to me with his hands on his hips like a teapot.
I crossed a patch of thorn grass and sat down on the wild flowers in the center. "What a shame, I just didn't see the flowers. The wild flowers are not good, and those who pick them are not good people."
Unexpectedly, Fu Donglou picked up Prince Chongzhong and threw him in. Chongzhong sat up from my stomach and was busy pulling wild flowers from the wall and putting them into a basket.
"Your Majesty, you are such a shameless person!" I covered my chest where I was about to cough up blood. I stood up and jumped out with a quick movement. Then I whispered in front of Fu Donglou, "Are you trying to silence me? I was almost killed.
He was crushed to death."
Fu Donglou: "If you scream even with that little weight, then I will definitely make it even more unbearable for you in the future."
My face turned red, "Mo, don't be a hooligan... Talking dirty words is not in line with your temperament. You should take care of your child. What if Chong falls in love with Caiyehua?"
Fu Donglou conjured a small blue flower from behind, "You can't contain the spring scenery in the garden. How can I have free time to take care of those domestic flowers and wild flowers." After saying this, he inserted the flower in the garden.
In my ears.
I glanced away and hummed softly, but there was obviously sweetness in my breath.
I don’t want to think about the future, I don’t dare to think about the future, how wonderful it would be if time stopped here.