The one who claims to be me is De Mao, a Shaolin boy from the past who contracted the disease at the Rongcheng Inn! Accompanying him is the girl in yellow shirt from the past who was a temporary tutor at Qunfang Pavilion Huang Ying'er! Wrong, all wrong! My own sixth sense,
My own reasoning couldn't be more wrong, and I went to Java! His mother, how could his mother be just a princess? She was Wang Chihan, the supreme queen mother who ruled the world! Miscalculation, cruel
It’s a slap in the face. They have sprained feet, but I have sprained eyes...
When the powerful man wanted to salute, Demao stepped forward to help him: "Uncle Wang, you must not do it, you must not do it! In the court, you are always exempt from all etiquette." The powerful man bowed deeply: "I dare not forget the righteousness of the king and his ministers.
! It’s not just a birthday celebration, it’s just a family banquet. If the Holy One is here in person, you should express your thanks to the Holy Grace!” Demao Fulishi sat down and said: “Wang Bo is wrong! Since it is a family banquet, and I am a junior, I should propose a toast to Wang Boshou!” With my own hands!
After filling six cups, the strong man still said: "God has favored me, I don't deserve it!" He bowed his head and obeyed the order, and drank.
By the way, De Mao drank three cups with Uncle Wang Liwu and the princesses. Huang Ying'er took advantage of this opportunity and said to Han Shaer in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them: "See the Supreme! I heard that the Supreme is looking for his subordinates, how can I help myself?"
I can't help myself, I can't obey the order, please punish me!" Damn it! You're joking! If you are close to the little emperor, you will be either the empress or the concubine in the future. Who dares to punish you? In the same low voice, he said nonsense: "Isn't this going to happen?
!I came to see you because of the matters related to Qunfang Pavilion. I just asked the Taoist Priest to make other adjustments. Miss Huang, you can no longer call me Supreme from now on. Just call me by your real name." Huang Ying'er lost any timidity and said generously: "
How rude to call you by your real name! Should I call you Master Han?"
Han Shaer promised, and Demao turned back: "Brother Han, Brother Han! We meet again, how can we meet again in life?" Han Shaer clasped his fists: "See you, Your Majesty!" Demao waved: "No need! We are out.
The Imperial City can be called the same as before." Han Shaer clasped his fists again: "I dare not, for fear of blaspheming the Holy Lord." De Mao laughed: "What's the blasphemy? My courtesy name is Mao, I am the virtuous emperor, and I am outside.
Isn't it bad to call him Demao?" Han Sha'er understood that his real name should be Zhenji Batamao. The former emperor acted as a concubine and had not yet taken charge of the government, so his name was not known to the outside world. He clasped his fists three times and said: "I will obey the holy orders!" Batamao dialed.
He opened his fisted hands and said, "Brother Han, it's boring to be too polite. You know how to win the championship. Congratulations. I'll drink three glasses of wine with you!" Han Shaer flattered: "Your Majesty, I've been in high school just to join in the fun.
You are really knowledgeable and rich -" Then he turned to curiosity: "The official of the Etiquette Department is so busy that he neglected to recognize you!" Ba Mao blinked, took out a fake beard and put it on, it fit perfectly and covered his cheeks.
With his chin, he looked like a middle-aged scribe at first glance: "How about it, Brother Han? Brother Fool - hahaha..." Ba Mao laughed, and Han Shaer politely laughed with him: "It's amazing!"
After finishing the wine, Ba Mao said to Li Shi: "Uncle Wang, I am here and everyone is quite restrained. I am going back to the palace. Please enjoy yourself!" Without waiting for a reply, he turned around and left with Huang Ying'er.
Zhuhuang said to himself: "This little emperor doesn't serve his sister a glass of wine, and he has not yet taken charge of the government!" Lishi frowned: "Princess Huang, please don't talk nonsense!" Zhuhuang laughed: "Father, you are worrying too much! It's a joke.
That’s all, even if it’s passed down to his ears, he won’t believe it to be true.” Qin Se slapped her chopsticks down again: “Dad, let’s not talk about these mundane things! There is a female Taoist priest from Guanyin Pavilion in my house, and my daughter will ask her to come up now.
Wouldn’t it be good to talk about scriptures and Tao?”