Princess Jinyang rolled her eyes when she saw Li Yuanying being sent over, and after Zhang Anan left, she asked in a low voice: "Uncle, fifteenth uncle and seventh brother did something wrong, why were you beaten too? "
Li Yuanying shook his shoulders, and returned to his state of being three-quarters lazy and seven-quarters distracted. He looked at Chunhua and said: "Little Huahua, go find the summer melon and get the white stack, leave a hundred kilograms for your majesty, and then use the slingshot." Bring it too."
They don't know how to handle cotton. I want to play cotton and teach them a lesson.
Sitting next to the little bun, Li Yuanying explained softly: "The two of them didn't do anything wrong, they just wanted to ask about the situation. You, Aye, were angry with the elders and the princes, so you used the three of us to calm it down. . Just like when you are unhappy, you always like to pick on spring flowers."
Princess Jinyang had a puffy face and wanted to refute her uncle, but she just thought the fruit drink prepared by Chunhua was not sweet enough, so she could only sulk~
Gently poking the little bun's face, Li Yuanying smiled and said: "We will sometimes express our anger on others. My uncle has also expressed his anger on your ninth brother. Our son is still young. When you grow up, you will naturally be able to control it better. temper."
Human rights in ancient times were not as low as imagined, especially for Liangjiazi. In the Tang Dynasty, slaves could not be killed at will. For example, a beautiful female Taoist priest was sentenced to death for killing a slave girl.
According to the Laws and Regulations: If the master kills his slaves and slaves, all slaves and slaves are guilty. If the master kills his slaves without asking for a lawsuit, he will be punished with a hundred sticks. Those who kill without guilt will be sentenced to one year in prison.
The beautiful female Taoist priest was executed, and all the miscellaneous things were put together. It can only be said that public opinion is a useful sword at any time, it just depends on whose hand it is in.
Princess Jinyang nodded heavily, pouted slightly and said, "Uncle, I will pay attention to it in the future."
"Our son-in-law is a princess of the Tang Dynasty. It is normal to have a temper." Li Yuanying did not want to teach the little bun to be a gentle, respectful and thrifty woman. She must not be like a certain princess in the Song Dynasty. Her kindness was interpreted as weakness by the prince-in-law, and her meekness made the prince-in-law understand Seen as cowardice.
This bastard prince-in-law not only blamed his wife for his lack of success in life, he even went so far as to wait for his master's illness and stay with his maid as an adulterer. And this princess was bullied by eight concubines and didn't even know how to show off her majesty. I wonder if she was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome?
"If anyone dares to neglect you, let Chunhua punish them directly, or tell me and your ninth brother, uncle to use a slingshot to deal with them!"
Someone who has watched Jinyiwei’s 108 Punishments, the Ten Major Tortures of the Qing Dynasty and countless spy war dramas. Whoever dares to bully the little bun will put him in a dilemma of life and death!
Princess Jinyang hugged Li Yuanying's neck and smiled like spring flowers in full bloom. The laughter was falling in strings and the sun was shining brightly~
Xia Gua not only brought two big bows, but also a small bow and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, your Majesty said he would only give you twenty kilograms."
Li Yuanying spread his hands and didn't need to express any opinions. The big-eared thief couldn't be overbearing. In his eyes, someone wanted these white stacks just to not do his job properly.
Help Princess Jinyang and Li Zhi put on their veils. Snowflakes will fall when they play cotton. As for whether they are professional or not, don’t worry too much, just make the right decision. Those professionals are all masters who know ten things when they see something. They are better than monkeys without having to insert their tails.
The three people in Chinese clothes each held a bow. Li Zhi and Princess Jinyang imitated Li Yuanying's appearance. Each person holds a small silver hammer and strikes the bowstring, and the white stacks rise and fall like snowflakes.
Xia Gua watched the white balls placed in the long wooden box flying and falling... What's so fun about this? The prince’s thoughts are getting more and more weird. Wouldn’t it be nice to listen to music and watch a dance? If that doesn’t work, you can still play Cuju!
Princess Jinyang found it very interesting, but after a quarter of an hour, she was asked by Li Yuanying to take a rest. Hu flashed his big eyes and asked, "Why am I the only one who needs a rest? Aren't uncle and brother tired?"
My uncle's rules are too strict, every time it's a quarter of an hour, this baby is very unhappy!
"Because Sizi is still young, it is easy to injure his arms over time. When you can open the bow in uncle's hand, you can naturally extend the time to two quarters of an hour. No one will stop you." Li Yuanying put down the bow in his hand. Little Silver Hammer rubbed Princess Jinyang's arm and smiled softly.
Just wait until then, new things will appear, and Xiaobaozi will no longer play with cotton.
Chunhua took it and sewed half of the embroidery work. King Teng arranged it and didn't know what to do.
After another quarter of an hour, Li Yuanying collected the fluffier part of the cotton and stuffed it into the semi-finished embroidery work. As the amount of cotton increased, a cute Shiba Inu gradually took shape. The combination of red, yellow and white silk, the eyes and nose made of black jade, the pointed little ears, and the curly tail all show its cuteness.
Princess Jinyang sat obediently aside, staring with big eyes, waiting for Chunhua to finish the last stitch.
Toolman Li Zhi: "..."
Why does uncle understand the little girl’s preferences so well? This is not fair!
"What did you do?" Li Shimin, who had just walked in, looked at the snowflakes on the ground...it should be white flakes. If Zhuzi doesn't demolish the palace, he will rebuild it and make it useless... Is it troublesome?
"Aye, uncle is helping me make a thin dog!" Princess Jinyang glanced at Li Shimin and finished his explanation, then immediately turned back and continued to stare at Chunhua's hand to ensure that she could hold the thin dog as soon as possible.
Li Shimin followed his daughter's gaze and was speechless for a while. In the eyes of Si Zi, was he worse than a fake dog? ! His eyes turned to Li Yuanying, and when he wanted to question him, he realized that he and Li Zhi were dressed a little strangely. The men were wearing veils. Did they think they were rangers?
Li Yuanying continued to hit the bow string with a small hammer, and then helped a certain big-eared thief make a quilt. Although he was unkind and unkind, he was still respectful, and he could be called a saint!
Li Zhi showed an obedient smile to Li Shimin, but it was a pity that he couldn't see it through his veil. Playing the white tiles was more important. His uncle said that true filial piety lies in actions, not words, which I deeply agreed with!
"Aye, it's super cute, isn't it?" After half a cup of tea, Princess Jinyang held the cute Shiba Inu in her hand and found that it felt particularly soft. She looked at Li Yuanying in confusion and asked softly with her big eyes, "Uncle, why? Softer than silk pillows?”
Li Shimin picked up his daughter, sat on the couch far away, and said with a smile: "Sizi, you can agree to whatever you want me to do. How can Bai Diazi be better than silk..."
Little Baozi directly taught the Shiba Inu to put it in Li Shimin's hand and interrupted him. My uncle once said that you should not speak too eloquently, otherwise you will be slapped in the face. Being slapped in the face is a very shameless thing! I am a good baby, how could I let Aye get slapped in the face? Today is another good day, oh yeah!
"Huh?" Li Shimin was sure that the softness in his hands did not come from the silk on the surface, but how could this be possible? In the west side hall, the weavers studied for a long time and said that the silk thread was too short to weave into cloth. "Young brother, how did you do it?"
Li Yuanying: "..."
I'm just an ignorant person, just ask me!
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