"Uncle Seventh Emperor, we are outside now, so why bother Aunt Seventh Emperor?" Chu Yu said in a serious voice in a low voice. He looked at Wuzi playing with his balls full of childish smile and muttered, "What's more, Dandan is only bigger than my nephew."
The son is one year older."
After hearing Chu Yu's muttering, Chu Ziming said with a cold face, "Even if you are older than her, she is still your Seventh Emperor Aunt."
It seems that he suddenly realized that Yu'er is the most unruly child among all the younger generations!
Chu Yu smiled lightly and said nothing. With his calm handsome face, no one could figure out what he was thinking at the moment, and walked straight towards Dandan.
Chu Ziming walked forward thoughtfully, but he heard Lan Dier say coquettishly from behind, "Your Majesty, I can't walk anymore"...
The beautiful guzheng melody echoed in this well-named teahouse - Penglai Pavilion. Chu Ziming and the four of them sat in the side room. Before they could speak, the waiter had already placed the snacks and tea on the table.
Then he said, "A few guests please use it with caution" before turning and walking away.
"Haha, the service quality of a big tea house is high." Dandan smiled, took the tea and drank it slowly. The tea was fragrant and refreshing, so he chanted:
The young buds are fragrant and lively, and I call them Chinese herbs. They are pounded with smoke in a mortar at night, and cooked with snow in a cold furnace.
Weiyoubi powder is commonly found in green peanuts. It is the most precious and can make people sleep and think clearly.
It was just a poem. The room was quiet. Three pairs of eyes looked at Dandan who continued to drink tea disapprovingly. Chu Ziming looked at her with an extremely unfamiliar and appreciative look, while Lan Dier replaced her with a thick look.
Jealousy!
When she was young, she came from a scholarly family and was proficient in reciting poems and writing poems. However, later, things happened at home and she fell into the world of work, so she had no time to recite poems and write poems. Gradually, she no longer knew how to recite poems and write poems.
Suddenly I heard the sound of people outside the door clapping their hands and saying three times in a row, "Okay, okay, okay!".
Then, I saw a man wearing a white cotton shirt, with a handsome smile on his handsome face, holding a folding fan in his hand, leaning against the jade tree. This man was none other than Qin Minglang.
"Hey, why are you here?" Dandan looked at Qin Minglang who was walking over with a smile in surprise.
"This is the Qin family's property," Chu Ziming explained in a low voice, and then looked at Qin Minglang, "Why didn't you go out to enjoy the mountains and rivers today?".