The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

Zhou Shuren told the story of the cliché, and now that Mrs. Song is not there, Zhou Shuren whispered: "The emperor did not recognize Rong Chuan, nor did he recognize Shen Yang according to the design of the forces behind him, and now he keeps the fake fifth prince as an obstacle. Shen Yang is ambiguous, this is fishing, and I have caught a lot since the beginning."

If he sets it out, the emperor must already know, hey, it's interesting, it's really interesting.

Zhulan said quietly: "The emperor didn't recognize Rong Chuan, but he actually didn't want Rong Chuan to be involved. This is to protect Rong Chuan!"

Zhou Shuren snorted and said after a while, "So, the emperor has always been an old man."

In the capital, the emperor closed his eyes tiredly. He was too tired these days, and his eyes were a little dry.

The prince heard the sound and asked with concern, "Father, do you want to rest for a while?"

The emperor closed his eyes but did not open them, "It's impossible for people to refuse to accept their old age, and when they get older, they don't care about their health."

He would never rest before, but now he needs to rest for an hour or two during the day. He is old, old.

The prince is the closest to his father. He knows his father's situation best, and his father did not hide it from him, "Father, you are still very young."

The emperor opened his eyes and teased, "Then I will reign for more than ten years."

The prince choked and couldn't bear to calculate his age in ten years, but he couldn't show it on his face, "That son can enjoy himself."

The emperor hummed, the prince who didn't want to be the emperor was not a good prince, the son he raised didn't know, stood up and said, "I sleep for a while, these documents are handed over to you, remember that when I wake up, I must approve it all, young It's alright, just work hard."

The prince glanced at the stack of documents, he really should work hard, who knows how long the father and emperor will rest, "Yes."

The emperor went back to the inner hall to rest, laying on his side on the bed, and motioned to Eunuch Liu to touch his head. A little time passed, just when Eunuch Liu thought that the emperor was asleep, the emperor said, "I asked you to pay attention to Shen Yang, he should Are you back?"

Hearing the emperor's voice, Eunuch Liu couldn't wait to shake his hands. He had been trained for many years, and whispered back, "Yes, Young Master Shen already has a house, so he will return to the capital in two days."

The emperor signaled that Eunuch Liu didn't need to press, and his head felt a lot more comfortable, "Continue to stare."

Eunuch Liu wondered why he didn't use Anbu's people for this kind of staring work. Instead, he used him to stare at him. All he could use was Xiaotaiji. Eunuch Liu thought that the emperor is becoming more and more difficult to understand now, and the emperor is also the queen. He is more real in front of the prince, and at other times, he is really afraid of the emperor.

It's a pity that I told the emperor to retire, but the emperor did not agree. I have to continue to work hard with my old arms and legs.

The emperor was not asleep, and his mind kept spinning. All the officials that Shen Yang had visited were shaking in his mind.

In the afternoon in Jinzhou, Zhulan got up first from a nap, Zhou Shuren still slept very deeply with his son in his arms, Zhou Shuren was especially able to accompany his son crazy, the little guy was surprisingly courageous, Zhou Shuren was used to it.

Zhu Lan got up and motioned Madam Song to put on a simple and loose hairstyle, thinking that it was afternoon and no one would come.

After that, I changed into looser clothes, and took the adjusted fuel to color the painting on the street. This painting took a long time, and details have been added during this time. The main painting is very long, and many details of the street parade are in above.

Zhulan is still not satisfied, because there are many places where the painting is not good, but if I want to paint again, I can't find the feeling, so this is the only way.

Now the last part needs to be painted. If you want to keep it for a long time, you need to find a professional master to deal with it.

Zhou Shuren didn't know when he woke up, but when Zhulan was finished, he said, "When I mention it like a poem, this painting can be left at home for heirloom."

Zhulan turned her head, "Wake up, my son is also awake?"

"My son is still asleep. I'm a little tired from playing today, and I can't wake up for a while."

Zhu Lan got up and washed her hands, "Then you have to think of a good poem, come on, it's a pity that you painted a picture when you were walking on the street, you were the second best, this picture has Chang Lian and Rong Chuan, you said, our family As long as someone has a gold medal title and paint a painting, how many paintings can we save when we die?"

Zhou Shuren stroked his beard, "It's a good idea, I'll know it when the time comes. At present, as long as Changzhi doesn't get scammed, there is a great chance, and Mingyun is also good. Mingteng and Mingrui will have to work hard to have a chance. , after this calculation, the sons of the Zhou family are still materials for reading."

Zhu Lan laughed, "Our family has the No. 2 and Tan Hua Lang, and we are only short of the champion."

Zhou Shuren said quietly: "This Tanhua Lang is not from our family. Our family only has the second place at the moment."

Zhulan laughed, indeed, their family can't afford a Tanhualang now, Rong Chuan's biological father is God, this ancient era perfectly interprets the era of fighting father, no one can beat Rong Chuan.

Zhulan got up to see her son. The little guy was tired and didn't sleep honestly. He kicked off the quilt on his body and covered his son with a quilt. When he came out~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Zhou Shuren had already written a poem.

Zhulan, "Wait until tomorrow to find a master to deal with it."

"good."

In the evening, there must be wild vegetables for dinner. This is the result of Changzhong's labor. Zhulan likes wild vegetable soup. Although the anger in spring is not so great, it is also good to reduce the anger.

Zhulan announced the decision after dinner, "From tomorrow, Changzhong will follow your fourth brother to enlighten him."

Changzhong, "Mother, why the fourth brother?"

The nephews all avoided the fourth brother, especially Ming Teng, who ran away as soon as he saw the fourth brother. He had met the fourth brother several times, and he didn't like the fourth brother very much.

Zhulan touched the tip of her son's nose, "Because the children in the family are basically enlightened by your fourth brother, he has experience."

Especially the experience of dealing with Amoy Boys.

Changzhong asked, "Mother, why are the nephews so afraid of the fourth brother!"

"Because they were punished for being naughty, so, ah, you are an uncle, you have to be an example to your nephews, you must be obedient and don't make trouble."

Changzhong was tangled. He was the uncle. He wanted to be an example to his nephews. "Mother, my son doesn't want to."

Zhulan interrupted the little guy, "You are the little uncle."

Changzhong blinked, always feeling that his mother was bullying him, but he didn't know how to refute, "Father."

Zhou Shuren smiled, "Son, your mother is the eldest in our family."

Brat, now I know I'm called Daddy, why don't you call me Daddy sweetly when you bully your father!

Changzhong lowered his head, "Mother, I went back to sleep."

"Go ahead."

Zhou Shuren, ""

Because he doesn't help to talk, is the goodnight kiss gone?

Zhu Lan waited for her son to walk away: "This kid is so smart, I don't even remember what I did at my age, anyway, he must not be as smart."