Chapter 492: This is called wild grass.

Long Yutian listened to the words of the fourteen uncles, and the small heart slammed and cracked.
Long Muzhen, you are my dragon family, you are my uncle, are you growing up with me, love the same?
This squint is also awesome, and even said ‘Don’t know him generally? ’
The three princes are very hurt~ I feel that the red/naked/naked/naked are ignored.
Long Muzhen took them directly to his study room. When he pushed in the door, Long Haotian accidentally saw a strange calligraphy on the wall.
It is very beautifully decorated and seems to be very much valued by Long Muzhen.
"Fourteen uncles, isn't the town house symbol hanging on your wall? Which master gave you the practice of opening the altar? Is it strange to see the printed seal?"
Long Haotian asked curiously, but the voice was still gone, and the money blossomed on his head with a paw.
"Duo, what are you doing with me?" Long Haotian shrunk his head innocently!
The money blossomed, and took the dragon's robes and walked under the paintings and calligraphy. He said, "Dragon 胤天, trouble you to enlarge your little eyes and see clearly. This is a ghost character. This is obviously the girl's calligraphy, or a virgin!"
Long Haotian thought that he had read the wrong one, and blinked his eyes and looked at it carefully.
The amount is indeed the brush word, the left side is vigorous and powerful, and the words "Long Muyu" are written. When you look at the magnificent brushwork, you know the hand from the 14th book.
On the right, the ink that I saw as a priest's signature is to be studied.
That cockroach, that cockroach, swaying and swaying, like a group of cockroaches being swollen and swollen, jagged.
Say it as a ghost, it is praised.
If these days become fine, you will cry and cry how you grow so ugly, you must be embarrassed to go out and see people.
Qian Duodu looked at the dragon's eyes and looked stunned. He extended his small arm and pointed at his/her own work: "Come, Xiaosi, read with me. Money blossoms."
Long Haotian almost did not mention it, and he coughed aloud: "Money blossoming. Are you sure you wrote your own name? Oh, I am really blind, I really didn't recognize it."
"Cut, so I said, no culture is terrible, like your little nose and small eyes, of course, can't recognize it. This is called wild grass, mad grass knows? This is a very artistic and visual impact font. how do you feel."
(A great Zhang Xu: Money is blossoming, don't spoil the essence of our China. Lost face is thrown into outer space.)
(Money blossoming: press you back to the coffin in one hand~)
Long Muyu looked up and looked at the delicate brushwork that he had decorated.
That is, he holds the hand of the money, and teaches her to write it in a stroke, especially to commemorate the meaning.
But the sad reminder is that since the day the brush was hung on the wall.
Specially in the study room to serve my own book boy, because every day I saw this deputy calligraphy and painting, and did not dare to laugh out loud, and lead to the final facial muscles pulled out stiff, a good young and handsome little book boy, was broken.
Since the day of the game, this painting has become the treasure of the town house.
If the thief is seen, will it be stagnation? !
However, Long Muzhen looked more and more love, thinking about the moment near her, the full pink bubble came out.