Chapter 3870

"My God, it's really a lost book of music written by little Qiao, and it's complete!"

Until now, we are really convinced.

If you look at Xiang Yunqiao, you can see that this girl is so amazing!

Master Gong, look at Yun Qiao's words, satisfied!

See again palace Saint very "know goods", also satisfied!

He couldn't close his mouth with a smile: "somebody, help me to mount the Little Joe's Scripture for me, and hang it in my bedroom!"

The crowd was shocked and said, "what a surprise

Although they also think that Yunqiao is very good.

But, the old man actually appreciate, want to put cloud small Qiao's word, hang in the bedroom so much attention!

Everyone stroked their hearts and mouths. It was really a little startled.

However, he was still in a state of shock, and even more startled came again -

Gong Sheng, who had been looking pale all the time, suddenly said, "grandfather, it's not right to put it in the bedroom. I'm going to take this

The crowd said, "what's the matter?"

Grandson wants to grab a gift from grandfather?

God horse rhythm?

The palace master is not willing to: "little bastard, this is a gift given to me by Xiao Qiao. Why do you take it away?"

"The book of music is not only a national treasure, but also a national cultural relic. I have the responsibility to keep it in... "

Master Gong was puffing his gills and listening to Gong Sheng's words and expressions angrily. In his heart, if this stinky boy wants to dare to say that he wants to take Xiao Qiao's calligraphy and painting back to the stinky boy's own bedroom, he must teach him a good lesson today!

Who knows

Gong Sheng continued: "it should be kept in the National Museum as a treasure of the town."

The crowd said:...! "

The president wants to put Xiao Qiao's words in the National Museum as the treasure of the town hall!

God, why do we smell a jar of dog food?

Obviously, the palace master can't eat this ton of dog food: "no, it's mine..."

"Grandfather, please set a good example for the younger generation. Don't rob cultural relics with the state."

Master Gong:...! "

For the first time in my life, I hate that my grandson is the president!

The palace master reluctantly looked at Yun Qiao's calligraphy and painting.

This beautiful ancient seal script!

This unique and domineering book of music!

I can't bear it!

Yunqiao didn't know what they were arguing about or what the National Museum was. Seeing that the master Gong was so sad, he could not help but say in a low voice: "grandfather, would you like me to write another one for you?"

She really doesn't understand. This book of music is the most common Sutra in Yunguo, which can be recited by three-year-old children.

And seal script is the standard calligraphy of Yun Kingdom, and everyone can write it.

What is so rare?

What are Gong Sheng and his grandfather fighting for.

Hearing Yun Qiao so understanding, the palace master's eyes lit up: "good, good Wait a minute. Can we have two? I'd like to have one in each bedroom and study! "

The crowd was absolutely defeated

Palace saint is heavy heavy Mou son: "my home small Qiao wrist is not suitable to write too many words, will be tired."

All of them said, "well

They were invited to a birthday party.

At the moment, I feel that all the food is dog food.

They lingered around Yun Qiao's book of music for a long time, until Gong Sheng ordered people to pack the calligraphy and paintings carefully, and then they returned to their seats in turn.

At the moment, the small characters of Qin Jieyu have been almost forgotten.

The housekeeper directly sent it back to the study cabinet and locked it in a pile of gifts. I don't know when I can see the sun again.

After all, it's just a pair of couplets.

[Master Yun: good night, kiss! ]

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