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Bai Qianfan thinks Shi Yingying is a genius. In Wushui villa, there are not only loach catching, but also climbing trees to pick fruit.

It's the season for summer peaches to bear fruit. Looking around, the trees are full of peaches. It's a big fist. It's a famous white peach in Lin'an. Its green and white skin is slightly red and has a delicate fragrance. It makes people salivate.

When it comes to climbing trees, Bai Qianfan is a good hand. He can't lose his kung fu when he is young. Murong Qingyang was taught by her. The two or three-year-old baby already knew that she had climbed up the tree with her mother. Naturally, it was not bad.

Mother and daughter saw the peach hanging high in the tree, their eyes were shining, and they climbed up with a shout. The emperor pinched a sweat under his head, and it was OK to catch the loach. It's common to cut the oil skin accidentally when climbing the tree. One is his daughter-in-law, and the other is his daughter-in-law. All of them are people who are in pain at the top of his heart. When I look at this and that, my heart trembles in my throat.

Shi Yingying stood aside with a smile and said to Du Changfeng in a low voice, "how about it? I said that the empress would be happy?"

Du Changfeng said, "the empress is very happy. Look at the emperor. But of course she will like it if you vote for her

"It's not only the empress who likes it, but also the dignitaries in the capital. As long as I tell them, the emperor has caught loach here, the princess has fed deer here, and the empress has climbed the tree to pick fruit. Wait, there will be a lot of people to follow. When it's time... " She narrowed her eyes, thinking of the coming grand occasion, and could not help but raise her eyebrows.

It's the empress's favor to invite them to visit Wushui villa. She has opened an unprecedented Zhang for Wushui villa. Shi Yingying's abacus is very good. The empress has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and ordinary people have no chance to meet each other. If you know that the empress has visited Wushui villa, there will be a large number of followers who follow the empress's path, feed the deer fed by the princess, and climb the tree climbed by the empress. What's that Waiting for glory.

Bai Qianfan and Princess Qingyang climbed to the tree and sat down among the branches. They picked the peaches and threw them down. They were picked up by Mr. Ning and Mr. Jia, who had extraordinary skills at the bottom, to ensure that none of the fruits would fall to the ground.

Princess Qingyang picked some peaches and threw them down excitedly. When she saw Mr. Jia catching one and wiping it on her sleeve, she handed it to Jia Xiaoduo. She immediately picked one, wiped it on her sleeve and sat down in a tree to eat.

's face changed in a kindly manner, and said, "Your Highness, you can't eat, you don't wash."

"Nothing," Bai Qianfan disapproved, "my mother said, not dry, not sick, little flower ate it."

Mother Zhao said to her heart, you are a golden branch. Can Jia Xiaoduo compare with you?

Just sighed and saw another tree, the queen also took a peach to chew, she opened her mouth Forget it, motherhood is like that, can you still count on your daughter?

I think she spent more than 20 years in the Forbidden Palace. Shengsheng made herself a first-class mammy by following the rules. The rules are like a ruler, which is the standard to measure everyone. But now, that ruler doesn't work, at least not for the queen and the princess. After living so long, it's the first time that she sees the queen and the princess like two monkeys Sitting on the tree picking fruit to eat, such a miracle, the past dynasties have not, Leng is let her watch.

Picked two baskets of peaches, washed in the cold stream, regardless of the high and low, each one, while walking, while eating.

It's nothing for the empress and the emperor to wait on them. Others are a little worried. What's the matter? Wu Yangyang, a large group of people come together and eat fruit while talking and laughing. You are not like you, your ministers are not like you, and your servants are not like slaves.

Princess Qingyang took her peach and compared it with Ning'an's, "look, mine is bigger than yours."

Ning An Piao her one eye, "you don't compare to can't swallow is how?"

Qingyang princess a Leng, not than what fun?

However, she was in a good mood today. If she didn't want to compete, she changed the topic and said, "ah, your angel's sweeping leg seems to be fast again. Teach me."

"No teaching."

"Don't tell my father."

Ning'an is speechless. The emperor is in charge of heaven, earth and such trifles

Princess Qingyang quickly added, "and told your father."

Ning An Such a naked threat, I really want to give her another sweep leg.

After turning a piece of apricot forest, Shi Yingying looked at the wooden sign on the side of the road, slowed down and bowed to the emperor, "emperor, the people's women dare, please give me ink."

The emperor raised his eyes and saw that the wooden plate was exquisitely carved, surrounded by twigs, flowers and auspicious clouds, and empty in the middle. It must be the place to carry ink treasures.

He took a quiet look at Shi Yingying. He was really a business talent. He also knew to let him leave the ink. The imperial calligraphy ink here must be a magic weapon to attract tourists.

He laughed, nodded and agreed, "I'll give you a few words if you have a good time today."

The brush and ink had been ready for a long time. Shi Yingying presented Langhao's pen and held the inkstone on the side.

The emperor dipped in the ink, pondered slightly for a moment, then wrote: the landscape is picturesque, people are swimming in the painting.It's not necessary to say that the emperor's basic skill of practicing calligraphy in a small way. His wrist is turned over and he can do it all at once. It's full of vigour and strength.

They clapped and cheered one after another. Bai Qianfan looked at the emperor with a smile. Her husband, who can fight, hold politics, catch loach and write poetry, really gives her a long face.

Murong Qingyang looked at her eyes, and she could write, "boss Shi, I'll write one for you, too."

This piece of wooden card is for the noble guests to write. The princess wants to write, but Shi Yingying can't get it. Another wolf's hair was quickly put up, "please write the princess's inscription."

The wooden plate was too high for Murong Qingyang to reach. She could only be picked up by the emperor. She sat in the emperor's arms and thought for a long time. On the wooden plate, she wrote a few words: Qingyang is here.

Although the writing is not very good-looking, at least it is neat, one stroke and one painting, extremely serious.

They couldn't help laughing. The emperor had no choice. The grand Princess Dongyue, with only this ink in her stomach, was Bai Qianfan's daughter. She didn't lose her appearance at all.

The girl raised her head and asked him, "Dad, what's up?"

The emperor put her down and put up his thumb

The emperor loves his wife like fate, and his daughter has a sharp heart. Naturally, he has to say good.

The emperor said yes. Although they thought it funny, they all praised it.

Prince Sheng turned his mouth secretly. Are these people blind? Can they be applauded?

He can't compare with Princess Qingyang in everything, but he is a hundred times better at writing poems than Murong Qingyang. Now he finally finds a chance to show everyone his true skills.

"Boss Shi, I want to write, too."

"Good good good," Shi Yingying smile eyes narrowed into a seam, Royal ink, naturally the more the better.

What Prince Sheng wrote is: the mountain is red, the stream is blue, the wind blows the clothes, the barefoot steps on the stream, the wild interest adds.

His writing is meaningful and elegant, and his poems are passable, at least better than his elegant ones.

He looked forward to the emperor, hoping to get a good voice, but the emperor only said, "the rhyme is wrong." I went on with my hands down.

Prince Sheng is in a mess in the wind. Why is Qingyang good at everything? When he comes here, he is bad at everything. It is clear that his words and poems are better than Qingyang. The emperor is the Great Duke of the world, but he is not fair to him

He wanted to cry. He bit his teeth and forced to bear it. Shi pengpeng held his hand and laughed, "Your Highness, let's go."

Prince Sheng immediately felt that the dark clouds all over the sky had turned into bright sunshine. He once again said to himself in his heart: it doesn't matter if dad doesn't hurt. Anyway, having a sister is enough.

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