The Resplendent Farming Apothecary

Prince Jing Shizi said concisely, "What are you talking about? If you want to know if King Ning, catch up and see if you don't?"

Several sons of the clan, with their accompanying guards, hula la swarmed toward the mountain and blocked the road down the mountain.

Just as they were about to catch up with the two in front, they could hear the little girl who was carried on their backs, shook the wicker in their hands, and sang a bright song: "Horse ~~~ Walk slowly, slower Go away— "

Several clan children looked at each other, and they felt that they had just read it wrong. If it was King Ning, the cold-faced Yan King, how could it allow people to rag on his head?

"I have a little donkey, I never ride ..." The little girl sang again in a strange tone. The children of the royal family lamented: The man in white carrying her was really good-tempered. To change any of them, the little **** her back had long been thrown away!

At this moment, they saw the man in white deliberately crooked his body, causing the little **** his back to tighten his neck and scream loudly. The white man's chuckle accompanied it.

The little girl found herself being teased, like a banged cat, disturbing the hair of the man in white, and hummingly said, "If you surnamed Ling, if you fell the girl, you would hit a bachelor forever! "

"This little girl has a personality." Ji Xianrong, the youngest son of King Qin's family, thought it was very interesting, he couldn't help but smiled. I don't know who the girl is, unlike the girl in Beijing who grew up, she has a bit of "wildness" in her temper. These sons of the clan have become accustomed to reserved, virtuous ladies, and look quite fresh.

Prince Jing Shiji stopped Ji Xianrong, who wanted to go up, and lowered his voice, "Did you hear what a girl is called a man in white? Surnamed Ling! Man Shengjing, can you find a few surnamed Ling?"

"Ning ... Uncle Wang Ning's surname Ling ... wouldn't it really be him?" Ji Xianrong looked terrified, as if he saw a ghost day.

Liu Wangshizi's eyes rolled around, encouraging Ji Xianrong, who had no brains, "Did you come forward to see if it's not enough? Ning Wang's cousin, can you still eat it?"

Ji Xianrong, like a cat with a tail on his tail, jumped back a few steps, his teeth trembling gently: "Uncle Eighteen, my uncle, are you more brave than me, or should you go? I'm afraid ..."

"Look at your counsel!" Liu Wangshizi couldn't get used to Prince Jingshizi. He always looked at him calmly and pointed his finger at him. "Nine brother, you are the most courageous and calmest of us. Or ... you say hello to cousin Ning? "

"So you want to know, why don't you go by yourself?" Prince Jing Shizi didn't get fooled. On the surface, he looked calm and calm, but in fact, he made up his mind-he shouldn't be killed in this way.

King Liu Shizi stunned his eyes on King Li Jun, and King Li Jun quickly moved his eyes away and touched his waist to make him anxious: "Oh, my jade? I wo n’t lose my hunting. Somewhere. I ... I'll go back and find ... "

"That ..." Among the children of the clan, while maintaining a short silence, a weak female voice suddenly sounded, "Are you finished talking? I want to ask, you ..."

Several clan children followed, and looked at them, eh? Isn't this little girl in the pink dress just the one on the back of the man in white? Why is she behind them? How much did she hear? The man in white ...

Several young ancestral children were stiff, and their eyes moved slowly and slowly towards the little girl. White soap boots with embroidered leads, long legs with long legs covered in moon-white clothes, thin waists and wide chests, long necks, and **** throat knots ...

The crowd swallowed spit tightly and nervously, and before they could move their eyes to the man's face, they heard a voice that could cool the surrounding area forty degrees, slowly saying, "Are you deaf, or are you dumb? Did you hear Xiaoye ask you? "

Damn it! The face of Zhang Junda's friendlessness appeared in front of his son. They would rather be deaf, dumb, and blind than to face the cold face killing God so close.

Children of the royal family, even the most calm Prince Prince Shi, felt that their legs were a little weak. The others were fighting in two battles, trying to get away with their way, but couldn't get out of their legs. How to do? How to do? They were so nervous they almost forgot how to breathe.

The clear voice of the little girl, like the little fairy who saved the world, broke the stagnant atmosphere. ... "

With Ling Jiechen's skill, I have heard this group of stink boys whispering behind them, destroying the rare time between him and the little girl. It's not bad to cry their father and mother. Where can I have a good look for them.

It's over, my cousin (uncle) is angry and won't leave them under the cliff, let them die for themselves? The cousin (uncle) just killed them, their dad and dad didn't dare to say a word, maybe they would scold them for bringing this **** to the family!

"Cousin, I was wrong, cousin ... I dare not, cousin ..." Ji Xianrong was so scared that tears came out. Except for admitting a mistake, he could not say a word.

"Cousin ..." The other people were also embarrassed and looked down, afraid to look at Ling Juechen. Expect a gap in the ground to let them hide in.

"Yo! These are all relatives of Brother Chen! Coincidentally!" Gu Ye's eyes could not help but drift to the servants behind them-the hare in his hand. Her aunt is coming, she has no taste in her mouth recently and wants to eat spicy rabbit head!

"Yeah, yeah! Coincidentally!" The ancestors of the Zongshi complied, and they felt sensitively that when the little girl spoke, the temperature around her would rise slightly.

"What about hunting, is this?" Gu Ye smiled and groaned, like a little fox who only caught the prey.

"Yeah, yeah! Hunting!" Zongshi's children seemed to be repeaters, only to repeat her words.

"The harvest is pretty good!" Gu Ye's three words stayed true to the goal-those delicious "spicy rabbit heads".

The son of Prince Jing is one of those who still keeps a sober understanding. He had a flash of light in his head and hurriedly said, "It is hunting some small prey. If the girl does not hate it, take some back to eat something fresh."

"Then-how sorry?" This guy was kind of on the road. The smile on Gu Ye's face was even brighter. "These rabbits are quite fat!"

Prince Jing Shizi hurriedly said, "You guys, don't hurry up and bring the hare to this girl ... girl, where is your house, or ... let your servant send you up?"

Being able to do great work on the head of King Ning's cousin, this little girl was listed by Prince Jing Shizi as absolutely innocent, first!

Gu Ye nodded approvingly and said, "That's ... too troublesome, right? Since you're sending it sincerely, I don't want to dismiss your face. Let people send it to the Ning Wangfu kitchenette!"

Look, all of them have successfully entered the inner court of the Ningwang Mansion. It seems that there will soon be an additional hostess in Ning Wangfu! The woman who can conquer the ten thousand years of glacier is absolutely amazing.

Taking advantage of people's weakness, Gu Ye got the benefit of others. Naturally, he has to say a few good words for others: "Brother Chen, your cousin is good! You are generous, clever, and your eyes are lively!"

Ling Juechen looked at his little girl, begging for a hare rightly, and in those cold eyes, a smile spread gradually. Several children of the royal family doubted their eyes again. God, cousin (cousin) Ning Wang laughed? Is it raining?

Ji Xianrong was the second one to realize that the uncle Ning Wang, the young girl who was about the same age as him, was definitely able to influence the mood of Uncle Glacier.

Always seeing Uncle Ning Wang from a distance, he quickly avoided him. When his mind became hot, he took the initiative to get up, glanced at Uncle Cowardly, and saw that the other party did not continue to air-condition, and said: "Aunt ... girl. I have hunted a lot of hares there, as well as fat pheasants ... do you want? "

Although Ji Xianrong was more than Gu Ye's head, he had a nice and cute face, and his small, timid expression apparently pleased Gu Ye. She stretched out her hand and raised the sleeve of Prince Shijing next to him, and wiped the corners of Ji Xianrong's wet eyes with pity in her tone: "Oh, Brother Chen, you are scared of pity! This tear is all out! "

Ji Xianrong suddenly felt cold and embarrassing around, but found that the cousins ​​had taken several steps back and forth, and distanced him. He asked strangely, "Why are you so far away from me? Isn't it already summer? Why is the weather so abnormal and it suddenly gets cold!"

Gu Ye pulled Laling's dazzling clothing corner and said, "You big nephew, kindly send us game. Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ why are you scaring him?"

"Who made him look so cheeky?" Ling Juechen was displeased, but he couldn't send it out. In previous lives, there was such a cunning and wicked man who had a harmless face and almost lied to the little girl. Ling Juchen has always been very alert to such people.

Ji Xianrong was so stupid and white that he thought his cousin was praising him, and quickly and modestly said, "Ning Wang's cousin has won a prize! I can't compare it to you. Who doesn't know what Ning Wang's cousin looks like in this Beijing One by one. Let the girls in Manjing feel ashamed ... "

Seeing the partners around him, he took a few steps back, his face was full of sympathy, the smile on Ji Xianrong's face was frozen on his face, and a flash of terror flashed in his eyes:

Ruined! Uncle Ning Wang is most forbidden to comment on his appearance. How could he commit such a taboo! Father, mother and concubine, sons are not filial, you have to give them gray hair!

"Brother Chen," the young girl's clear voice broke the suffocating tranquility. "You big nephew's mouth is so sweet. Little guy, our heroes have similar views. I also think Brother Chen is amazing. The face of heaven and man should only be in heaven, not in the world. Absolutely the grace of the Creator ... "

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