"How many more are there, count them!" Bao'er asked sadly. She didn't write many at all today? Fei'er must be lying to her.
Mo Zhanyi felt that these two idiots were hopeless! Anyone who had seen the few words that Young Emperor Han Jie asked Bao'er to write would know what it meant. Besides, how much Emperor Han Jie loved Bao'er, Bao'er only had to say the previous sentence
She understood. Young Emperor Han Jie would not ask Bao'er to write it every day. After all, characters like Bao'er couldn't be publicized outside, so even a fool would know something was wrong if he asked her to practice it every day.
Bao'er is a bit emotionally naive to begin with. She usually doesn't react so quickly to intrigues and is too lazy to use her brain to think about complicated things. But she is really very smart. If she is willing to think about it, she can often see the essence of the problem at a glance.
Why can't she see through Young Emperor Han Jie's good intentions? Is she unable to see through, or is she unwilling to see through? This is a question.
Ling Shaobai has probably left this world forever, and Mo Zhanyi is very sad. Such an elegant and handsome man, what a pity! But fortunately, there is still Bao'er's shadow accompanying him. When it comes to this, Mo Zhanyi has
A little inexplicable fear. She has never heard that someone can be split into two. She only heard that people have three souls and seven souls, and they can leave the body under certain conditions. However, this will definitely affect the health of the deity. But Bao
Bao'er's body is the same as before, fine, nothing wrong with him. His intelligence and temperament have not changed, except for the same thing. Bao'er doesn't talk about the leader brother as much as before, but now talks about his parents more. Young Emperor Han Jie
She would often let Mrs. Long come into the house to see Baoer and so on.
No one can say whether it was Ling Shaobai's pull that took away the part of Bao'er that was most attached to his brother, the alliance leader.
Fei'er counted and found that there were only thirty-eight. In other words, more than half of them were still unwritten.
Bao'er sat on the chair and threw away the pen unhappily. It was early summer, early in the morning, and the sun was not very bright. It was a good time to play in the water and catch fish, but she had to copy a hundred large-character posters before letting her
Go out, hum, I’ve finished copying a hundred copies, the sun has come out, it’s going to kill me, but she’s been getting dizzy when she’s been exposed to too much sun lately, and she doesn’t want to tell others and make people worry, alas, the emperor’s brother is too bad!
Fei'er said: "Write a few more pictures? It will be finished soon."
"How is it possible? There are still sixty-two sheets. How can it be possible to write so many words at once?" Baoer pointed to the pile of paper beside the table, waved his hands and exclaimed!
Mo Zhanyi smiled, a piece of paper only has a few words, does it need to be so exaggerated? What a spoiled little ancestor! It is enough to give others a cup of tea.
"Well, the scenery outside is so beautiful, so of course the fish under the bridge must be extremely fresh and fat. Thinking of sister Mo Zhanyi's fresh fish soup, Fei'er wants to drool. Master Bao, for Fei'er's sake, please write a few more pictures
!" Fei'er tried different ways to persuade her master.
"This trick has been used before, let's change..." Bao'er held his chin and looked at the scenery outside the window.
"Uh..." Fei'er was silent. It's not that she didn't have any tricks, but there was someone who made her afraid to play tricks.
Young Emperor Han Jie came in and signaled with his hands, Mo Zhanyi and Fei'er both retreated quietly. Bao'er didn't even look back, so he knew who was coming. Xiao Zui was even more energetic, like a little frog.
.
"Are you angry again?" Young Emperor Han Jie's voice was filled with amusement. Without even looking at his face, the suddenly straightened back had clearly vented his master's unhappiness.
Baoer ignored him.
Young Emperor Han Jie walked over, picked up Bao'er's little body, sat down himself, and put Bao'er on his lap.
"Isn't there a chair over there? Do you have to snatch it from me?" Baoer said this, but he still settled into a comfortable position.
"Because Bao'er smells so good, I like to hold Bao'er very much!" Young Emperor Han Jie accompanies her. If this was said by a grown man, it would feel inappropriate, but Young Emperor Han Jie is a man of intercourse.
It feels natural to talk about the age between him and the teenager.
Bao'er rolled his smart eyes and said, "Then Bao'er smells so good, can you not write?"
"Haha..." Young Emperor Han Jie laughed, then stopped after a while and said, "It's impossible."
Baoer cursed secretly in her heart, huh, stingy! But she would not curse out loud. It is very unwise to criticize other people's real shortcomings, which will make others sad and hurt. It is better to continue acting like a baby.
"But there are a lot of words, and you have to check them one by one. Without help from Fei'er and Mo Zhanyi, Bao'er will be very tired." Bao'er said childishly.
"Will there be a lot of words?" Young Emperor Han Jie didn't understand.
"Yes, you see, [Long Baoer loves the emperor's brother], there are eight characters. If you write a hundred pictures, it will be 800 characters, which is not much. When Baoer was at home, he could not write 800 characters in a year.
." Bao'er counted on his fingers and told Young Emperor Han Jie to listen.
(It turned out to be these eight words, oh, the heart of Young Emperor Han Jie is known to everyone on the road! Only Baoer does not know!)
Young Emperor Han Jie looked at this idiot who couldn't understand his thoughts, and sighed: "Then, what should Bao'er say?"
"Long Bao'er, it's me. Why don't you just write Bao'er?" Bao'er turned his face and discussed with Young Emperor Han Jie seriously.
Young Emperor Han Jie smiled and said: "Okay, just don't write the word dragon!"
Bao'er thought for a moment and said, "Don't even want that one, it's a boring word!"
"Okay!" Young Emperor Han Jie didn't care about her, as long as she didn't leave.
Bao'er was happy and continued to demand. Pushing the envelope was her patent: "Where is the emperor's brother? Just write brother, just write brother Bao Ai, okay?" Bao'er squinted, and suddenly he missed a big half of the word. He is really smart.
!
Brother Bao Ai, who knows which brother she loves, Young Emperor Han Jie said with a black face: "No."
Baoer's face suddenly relaxed, what a nasty stingy!
Young Emperor Han Jie thought for a while, calmed the atmosphere, and said: "You can change it to Jie! Just write Bao Ai Jie."
Bao'er happily jumped up from Young Emperor Han Jie's lap and shouted: "Okay, okay! Just write Bao loves Jie!"
Young Emperor Han Jie is filled with sorrow and joy. When will Bao'er understand his good intentions? The words have been made so clear, but she still pretends not to understand! It seems that she still needs to continue to strengthen her love offensive and cannot relax at all.
"You can write less words, but I have a new request!" Young Emperor Han Jie tried his best to make another plan!
"Isn't it fun?" Bao'er thinks that fun is the only truth to test whether something is a good thing or a bad thing.
"Make poetry, the kind of... poetry you used to like." Young Emperor Hanjie didn't say the limerick directly, for fear that Bao'er would be unhappy.
When Bao'er heard this, he was very happy and said: "This Bao'er is the best, please listen carefully:
The boss, the second child and the third child
Four, five and six
Old Seven, Old Nine and Old Ten
The old man from the Wang family, get out of here"