Chapter 2047: Slap 2

"The empress must be taught by her personally, and the strength is certainly not bad, the little prince, cheer, to give our Huaxia a sigh, and kill the tortoise grandson of country R!"
"Come on, prince, your words must at least match your face, don't embarrass us Huaxia!"
"The dog looks at people low and hits them in the face hard!!!"
"..."
At the scene, Meng Songbai had already exploded in anger, and Mr Qi's words were clearly saying that Lu Qixiu had his own appearance!
One of his favorite children was underestimated. Butler Meng said he was very angry!
Lu Hualiang's expression remained the same, but his always indifferent eyes became even colder.
There was a layer of frost in the eyes of Old Xiang Qi.
His son, not everyone can say.
Xia Weibao glanced carelessly, as if seeing the keyboard men who had been slapped in the face by her back then.
Why are you so bad, you will be taught how to behave.
I thought it was just an ordinary calligraphy exchange, but Qi Lao's words made people smell unusual and excited the guests.
It really is a war without gunpowder!
Soon, the new pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed on the table. Lu Qixiu walked to the table and looked at the table top on his chest, his small eyebrows frowned.
How to write it so high?
Old Qi had just lost face, and he was angry at this time, and wanted to hang on to Lu Qixiu for a while, but didn't let someone move him a chair.
Let him taste the embarrassment!
Lu Qixiu glanced at him, as if he understood his thoughts, and was not annoyed.
He walked to the chair behind, glanced at the solid wood chair half of his height, grabbed the legs of the chair with both hands, and raised it like this.
Everyone, "..."
Damn it!
Did this kid grow up eating Hercules!
Such a big chair is probably heavier than his small body, right?
Just lift it up so easily?
The small lump looked like a big mountain pressing on him, a bit pitiful.
"What's the matter, how could Mr. Qi let a four-year-old child carry a chair? This is how R country treats guests?"
"It's probably just because of the little guy who just lost face, want to embarrass him?"
"Isn't it, so stingy? It's a calligraphy master..."
The discussion in the audience did not deliberately lower the voice, and it reached Qi Lao's ears, making his face completely black.
The little prince naturally heard these words, and his heart moved, his feet staggered, his body swayed, and then he fell down with a plop.
Then he got up quickly, picked up the chair and continued to walk forward.
This fall made the people at the scene distressed, and became increasingly dissatisfied with Qi Lao.
I am embarrassed to bully a child when he is a lot of age.
Xia Weibao covered his face. Such a scheming child was definitely not taught by her.
Feeling that the image of Old Qi was almost destroyed, Lu Qixiu put the chair in place, then grabbed a brush in his hand.
It's not holding it, it's grasping, just like a child who sees his beloved toy and holds it tightly without hesitating.
Then he looked innocently at the five proud disciples behind him.
A little shyly said, "Brother and sister, I don't know how to write. If you don't write well, don't laugh at me."
The little face was flushed with shame in his eyes.
Those five were originally the pride of the sky, and when they were held to this position at a young age, their temperament was naturally a little drifting.