Chapter 3870: Dog food is fed to the competition!
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My Chief Husband, Too Mensao!
- 云女
- 620 characters
- 2021-01-29 02:30:22
"Heaven, Xiao Qiao girl wrote, it is really a lost "Book of Music", and it is complete!"
Until now, everyone is really convinced.
Looking at Yunqiao again, I only think this girl is amazing!
Grandpa Palace looks at the words of Yunqiao, satisfied!
Let’s take a look at Gong Sheng’s
Knowing Goods
and being satisfied!
He smiled and closed his mouth: "Come on, help me to put this little book on Xiao Qiao, and decorate me beautifully, hang it in my bedroom!"
Everyone was shocked: "...!"
Although they also think that Yun Qiao is super powerful.
However, the old man actually appreciates that the word of Xiaoxiaoqiao should be hung in the bedroom so much attention!
It’s a little scary for everyone to caress.
However, the shock is undecided, and even more scared is coming again -
Gong Sheng, who has always been faint, suddenly said: "Grandpa, it is not appropriate to put it in the bedroom. This word, I want to take it away."
Everyone: "...???"
Grandson wants to grab a gift with Grandpa?
God horse rhythm?
The palace lord is not happy: "Little git, this is the gift that Xiao Qiao sent me, why do you take it away?"
Gong Sheng is not humble: "The Book of Music is a national treasure and a national cultural relic. I have a responsibility to keep it in..."
The lord of the palace screamed at the gang, and listened to the sacred voice of the palace. He said, this stinky boy would dare to say, to take back Xiao Qiao’s calligraphy and painting back to the stinky boy’s own bedroom. He didn’t teach the stinky boy today!
Who knows...
Gong Sheng continued without hesitation: "It should be kept in the National Museum as a treasure of the town hall."
Everyone: "...!"
The president of the president wants to put the word of Xiao Qiao girl in the National Museum and be the treasure of the town hall!
God, why do we smell the smell of a tank of dog food?
Obviously, the palace lord can't eat this ton of dog food: "No, this is mine..."
Gong Sheng faintly said: "Grandpa, please give the younger generation a good example, don't grab the cultural relics with the country."
Grandpa Palace: "...!"
For the first time in my life, I hate my grandson for being a president!
The old man of the palace reluctantly reluctantly looked at Yunqiao’s calligraphy and painting.
This beautiful ancient book!
This unique and domineering "Book of Music"!
Really reluctant!
Yun Qiao didn't know what they were arguing about. He didn't know what the National Museum was. When he saw the palace lord so sad, he couldn't help but whisper: "Grandpa, can I write a picture for you?"
She really can't understand, this "Book of Music" is the most common scripture of their cloud country, and the three-year-old will be back.
The script is the standard calligraphy of Yunguo, and everyone will write it.
What is so rare?
What is Palace and Grandpa fighting for?
I heard that Yun Qiao was so understanding, the palace lord's eyes lit up: "Good!! Wait, two lines? I want to hang each bedroom study!"
Everyone is absolutely down: "...!"
Gong Sheng is sinking into the sinker: "My little boy's wrist is not suitable for writing too many words, it will be tired."
Everyone: "..."
Please ask them to come to the birthday party.
At this moment, I feel that it is all dog food.
Everyone around Yun Qiao's "Book of Music" has been lingering for a long time, until the palace Sheng people carefully took away the calligraphy and painting, and everyone returned to their seats in turn.
At this moment, the Xiaozi word of Qin Jieyu has almost been forgotten.
The housekeeper sent it back to the study cabinet directly, and locked it in a pile of gifts. I don’t know when it will be seen again.
After all, it’s just a couplet.
[Yun Yun: Good night kiss! 】