Children's smashing guide [Comprehensive base three]

Chapter 112 West Lake Little Yellow Chicken 6 【Repaired】

After Shiyin and Xiuping got married, Zhengyang and Wushuang returned to the palace, and Xiuyan continued his travel career.With a brilliant literary talent, he wrote down his experiences, and also drew down the unique scenery he saw, and those written paintings were left in Li Yuan to share with his younger brothers and sisters.

Zhengyang, who hasn't been home for a long time, gets more and more excited as he gets closer to home. He really misses his father.

Wu Yin, who received his son's letter a few days ago, silently waited for his son to come back. His Zhengyang has been away for so long, and he doesn't know if he is fat or thin, white or black, and will he not be with him anymore? I got intimate, thinking about it, I felt uneasy.

After waiting for a few days, he didn't know how his son was doing, but he had lost some weight. He didn't have a good appetite these days. He didn't feel like eating anything delicious without his son around. His favorite food was tasteless. up.

Finally he saw the familiar carriage parked at the door, Wushuang jumped off the sedan chair, saw Wu Yin standing at the door, and immediately rushed over: "Father!"

"My Wushuang." Wuyin smiled foolishly and touched Wushuang's head. He could easily touch it in the past, but now he has to raise his hand. Alas, his son has grown up.

"Father." Zhengyang called.

"Zhengyang, Wushuang, good, great, let's go in quickly, dad has cooked you delicious food." When he really saw Zhengyang, he was so excited that he didn't know what to say, no matter what he said, he couldn't express it. express his inner feelings.

At night, just as Zheng Yang took off his clothes and was about to go to bed, someone knocked on the door, and he turned over and asked, "Who?"

"it's me."

"Father, come in."

After opening the door, Zhengyang saw Wuyin walking in wrapped in a coat: "Zhengyang, how about dad and you sleeping well today, I haven't seen you for so long, let dad have a good chat with you."

"......it is good."

After getting the consent of his own relatives, Wu Yin slipped into the bed, the bed was very warm, Wu Yin showed an expression of enjoyment: "It's so comfortable."

Zhengyang's heart was a little broken, please don't make such an expression with this appearance, it makes him very stressed.

"Zhengyang, how are you going out?" Wuyin asked.

"Although it's hard work, I feel very satisfied and can do a lot of things I want to do..." These days he has traveled to many places, seen many different scenery, met many people and things, He has also helped many people in need.

Wu Yin also felt unusually satisfied o(*￣︶￣*)o, he felt the happiness of his son, he is a prince in this life, he can make his son willful, but he can't.If there is a chance in the future, he really wants to do these things, how happy he would be.

Miaomiao heard the voiceless voice and remained silent.

Zhengyang was still describing his experience, and the more he talked, the more excited he was. He wanted to ask Wuyin how he felt, but found that his hair group was sleeping sweetly like a child.He was stunned for a moment, then smiled. He heard the maids talking after dinner. He knew that Wuyin had been waiting for them to come back. He insisted on making his own meals every day, and didn't sleep much at night, for fear of them. Come back in the middle of the night, no wonder I fell asleep after listening to him for so long.

Father fell asleep, and he too went to sleep.

For so many days in the palace, Wuyin and Zhengyang were sparring with each other, Zhengyang was very surprised, he didn't expect his father's swordsmanship to become so powerful.

"Father, you."

Wu Yin looked like you were coming to praise me: "Zhengyang, I thought about it for a long time before and practiced all the martial arts I know. Suddenly, I found that I can use my sword moves no matter what weapon I use. Is that so?" , I thought, if this is the case, why do I have to stick to it? In fact, it doesn’t matter what I hold in my hand. As long as I have a sword in my heart, I have a sword in my hand. My swordsmanship is just a few ordinary moves, which are constantly changing with my mind , don’t be too rigid about the moves.”

Zheng Yang nodded proudly: "Well, you finally understand." There is no way to teach this kind of thing, and he has to understand it by himself. He thought it would take a long time for his father to understand it, but he didn't expect it to be so early. He is indeed his father.

Wu Yin nodded a little guilty. In fact, if he didn't have his previous experience, how could he figure it out so easily.

Now Zhengyang is even more regretful about being silent. If it weren't for his identity, there must be another legend in the arena, just like the most popular little Li Feidao Li Xunhuan in the arena, that is, Li Xiuping, the brother of Xiuping Flying Dao is absolutely proficient, but he feels that compared with his father, his father is more powerful. He heard that there is a weapon list, and Xiao Li Feidao ranks third. If it is his father, no matter what others think, he is number one in his heart.

This time I stayed at home for a few more months. After a few months, not only Zhengyang left, but also Wushuang went out to wander around. Wuyin helped them pack up their things, gave them some instructions and sent them away. Although there will be disappointments, he soon devoted himself to many things. Brother Huang gave him more and more power, and managed more and more things, and he was very tired.

He's thinking if he's sick it's definitely because there's too much going on!I will definitely ask Brother Huang for recuperation fees, spiritual compensation fees, and give him many days of vacation.

Facts have proved that you must not set a flag. He was really sick. On that day, he felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't bother to take care of it when he thought he had to enter the palace. Weak and cold.

After arriving in the study room, the emperor noticed the abnormality of Wuyin with sharp eyes. Normally, Wuyin's eyes were shining and smiling, but now they were like a wilted Chinese cabbage, with an uneasy expression on his face. Normal bright red.

"Call the imperial physician." The emperor frowned and said to the servant, the servant quickly summoned the imperial physician, the imperial physician hurried over, it was said that the emperor's most beloved younger brother was ill, if you don't come here quickly, you are looking for death , he dared not delay.

Silently holding his forehead, the imperial doctor was nervous but still maintained his professionalism. After hearing and asking, the imperial doctor said: "My lord, the little prince is because..."

The emperor heaved a sigh of relief, but luckily it was just an ordinary fever: "Go and make medicine."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The imperial physician retreated in fear.

The emperor sighed and pointed at Wu Yin and shook his sleeves: "You, you are so good at martial arts and good at medicine, why did you make yourself sick."

A voiceless answer: "Brother Huang, QAQ."

"Come on, take a good rest and take care of your body recently. Don't go back to the house with your body. You will be with the emperor for a few days."

Well, there is no way to refuse when you say that, alas, anyway, the two children are not at home, it doesn't matter where they live, then Silence nodded his heavy and Tarzan-like head.

Lying groggy on the bed, silent and very uncomfortable (╯﹏╰), there is always a maid taking care of him by his side, to be honest, he is really not used to this kind of life of being served by others, he still prefers himself Hands on, well-fed.

Suddenly, I don't know who came in, it seemed to be a child, he felt the eyes that were not kind, and asked silently and confusedly: "Who is it?"

That gaze disappeared again, and the sound of footsteps was getting farther and farther away from the room, Wu Yin was very strange, who the hell was it, seeing his gaze like this, did he feel sorry for anyone in the palace?

The child walked on the road with some anger and kicked the basin: "Why is the father treating him better than himself, hmph."

The flowers in the pot fell to the ground, but they were still so delicate and beautiful, just like the sick person lying on the bed. The more he looked at it, the more he disliked it, and he directly stepped on it with his feet, crushing the flowers into disfigurement.

Although that man was his uncle and treated him very well, every time he saw that man talking and laughing with his father, his father loved him very much, and he felt that he was his son.His mother and concubine also told him not to accept the sugar-coated bullets from his uncle, because his uncle had bad intentions and would take away his throne.

If Wuyin knew what his nephew was thinking just now, he would definitely spit out old blood, fuck it ヾ(ｔД), and grab the throne.Nima, he doesn't even want to be a prince, and he still grabs the throne, which seems to be making him laugh.

Miaomiao knew about these things, but it was hard for him to speak out, so he said, "Wuyin, you have to be careful in the future."

"What the hell?"

"It's nothing."

Wu Yin flattened his mouth, what the hell is Miao Miao talking about, tell him to be careful, be careful, could it be that he is careful of the owner of that gaze just now, yes, be careful, there are too many terrible things in the harem too much.Alas, as expected, he wouldn't like this place at all, so let him go home quickly, but without his brother's permission, he couldn't go out at all.His imperial brother knew that his martial arts were very good, so he sent someone to follow him every step of the way, and he knew that he was soft-hearted and would not harm others because of his own affairs.

His imperial brother gave an order to those who are taking care of him now: "As long as the little prince leaves the palace, your lives will end."

This kind of words came out, he went to ask Brother Huang not to do this, Brother Huang replied to him: "That's because they didn't do their job well, this is the punishment they deserve."

Well, he has no choice but to be obedient, as long as the illness recovers quickly, he can leave~(≧▽≦)/~la la la.

Two days later, Wuyin urged the imperial physician: "Is my king's illness all cured?"

The imperial physician tremblingly went up to investigate: "It's all gone."

Wuyin turned to look at his royal brother: "Royal brother, can I go back now 0.0."

The emperor waved his hand helplessly: "Go back, go back, and take a good rest for a few more days." Facing his younger brother, he really has nothing to do, every time you want to harden your heart, see his brother wronged The little rabbit's expression softened, Mu Di, you are a prince, you are the father of two children!Oh, I'm so tired, goodbye.

Finally able to go home, the soundless speed changed from a snail to a gust of wind, and soon left the palace and returned to his mansion.

Wuyin hugged her soft pillow and cried comfortably: "It's still the most comfortable at home, you can play however you want, you can do whatever you want, haha, it's cool."

What's your future, little Yinzi!

Miaomiao looked at him feebly and smiled, what a silly boy.

In Liyuan, Shanxi, Shiyin and Xiuping both left here. After seeing their brother's paintings and calligraphy, they felt that it was boring to stay in Liyuan, so they decided to go out together to see the cultural landscapes of various places and see if they could The same as in calligraphy and painting.

After Long Xiaoyun left Li Yuan, he settled down in Shanxi and changed the name of the Zhuangzi that Xiuping sent him to Xingyunzhuang. He lived a very good life, but he was never satisfied with these material enjoyments. It made him feel more and more unbalanced, and he wanted more and more.

"Master Long." A beauty called out coquettishly as she flicked Long Xiaoyun with her sleeve.

Long Xiaoyun hugged the beauty into his arms. After the cloud and rain passed, he kept thinking about that glimpse, Lin Shiyin, that woman, all the beauties he had ever seen were inferior to Lin Shiyin.

The author has something to say: I am so tired, I went home today to worship my ancestors.

Tomorrow I have to go to school again. It’s really frustrating. Alas, the new article is saved, QAQ, my heart hurts so much. I started updating later than expected. Friends who like new articles are sorry, I will save the manuscript as soon as possible.

Well, now I have saved a new article, tomorrow I will make sushi and take it to school for my roommates, and I have to get up early to prepare materials, 23333.