Chapter 250: Hand book

Li Nanfu’s wild grass, Mu Xiyao Linyi has been working for a short period of six months. Nowadays, although it has a seven-point charm, it is always more than a real thing. The flying bird is a snake, and it is like a dragon.
Seeing her side Yan Wen, her gaze, and her heart and mind, Zong Zhenglin put down the papers and looked at the performance of Mu Xiyao today.
The little woman is practicing cursive scripts. This is his deliberate martyrdom. Although I knew that Mu Xiyao had a lot of time when I entered the study room, I didn’t want this woman to be honest. I made a solid foundation and made a decision when I was in a whim.
After getting up and walking slowly behind her, Zong Zhenglin took the hand and stood, and the pair of scorpions were quiet and deep.
Very good brushwork. More than a woman, she is more thanre, she is crazy, and she is in the wind. Only this text...
"Sincere, true and innocent."
"Trust the truth."
"People don't believe, they don't know."
"The couple have the benefactor, and if they are dishonest, they will leave."
Zong Zhenglin silently tweeted twice, knowing that Mu Xiyao is ready today.
"Specially selected in the copybook, self-interpretation. Jiaojiao, intentions."
Mu Xiyao fell last time, picking clean and neat, machine front Ling Ling.
Putting the lake pen on the ring, Mu Xiyao took the rice paper and watched it.
"His Royal Highness," a little sideways, looking up, looking at the scorpion that Zong Zhenglin was hanging down, the deep and quiet in the middle, the waves are not good. "His Royal Highness thinks that this word is compared with Mr., where is the difference?"
The candlestick is faint and yellow, and the lining of Mu Xiyao is eye-catching and clear. Su Yan Yan powder does not apply, the face is so meticulous.
"Not as good as his heart, the moon is empty." After receiving the rice paper in her hand, Zong Zhenglin focused on the evaluation.
"His Royal Highness." Mu Xiyao moved a little to the side, sorted out the skirt, vacated the majority of the chair of the Taishi chair, and then asked him when he was carrying it.
Zong Zhenglin took advantage of the situation and carefully rolled up her pen.
"Compared with His Highness, it is felt that the feelings in the heart are more appropriate."
"Oh? Jiaojiao thought why." Suddenly took her waist and lifted the person to the lap.
"It's not only the red sleeves, but also the closeness." The habit of getting close to her is to sit side by side and feel inadequate.
Mu Xiyao smiled and leaned in his arms, and looked deeply at Li Nanfu's treasures, and his smile slowly became shallow.
"If you lose Mr., it is because you are not Li Nanfu." You can't understand the chest of others, how can you trace the essence.
"I have heard a word, I feel quite a bit. I am imitation of things, even if they are exquisite, they lose their taste. Non-technical is not up to, but each is true."
"It’s like a wife’s life without a wife’s room, wandering around, and the world is home. The wind and snow don’t ruin his ambitions, and the riches don’t fold, it’s the king’s life, and they just put a smile and leave the paper town alone.

Li Nanfu is very upbeat. Half-life obsessed with the "book", even if the prince is ordered to be recruited as an aide, he can take it away with ease and regard it as nothing.
"And hey," Mu Xiyao reached out to the palm of his hand, the five fingers were tender and powdery, and the skin could blow. "Fostering in a squat house, there is no ink on the chest, and there is no long-term ambition. For the sake of His Royal Highness, I am lazy."
"That is the practice of practicing a hundred times today, and in the end, but after all, but the hand of the temple, a touch of delicate flowers. Can not become a thousand words, talk about people."
Zong Zhenglin’s expression gradually became awe-inspiring. Mu Xiyao is rare today, and the words are not frolicking, and it is surprisingly correct.
Listening to her self-importance, Zong Zhenglin is still the first time to know that his family’s troubles are so strong that he is a little bit of ink.
"Jiaojiao has something to say with the temple." It is not a question, but a decision. Zong Zhenglin caressed her back, waiting to see what happened to Mu Xiyao. Today, it is uncharacteristically and has done a lot of work.
"Can you listen to a story first?"
Zong Zhenglin raised his eyebrows and looked good. "allow."
allow? Mu Xiyao squatted, and then he glared at him.
Your Highness is so posed, after you have stepped into the throne, what time is it? If everything needs to be heard by you, "I would rather play it first, and then die."
Kissing her eyebrows, Zong Zhenglin is amused and appeased, and it is commonplace for her various irregularities. It is ecstatic to change to the woman next to him and get him to answer. When she met her, the ritual system, all of which turned a deaf ear, seemed to be strict with her.
"There was a rich family in the Southern Dynasties. The youngest son in the family was hurt by the cold and died on the 2nd. The rich family cried and robbed the land, saying that it was a good medical treatment for the oversight, and that his nephew had lost his life and wanted to sue the official. Please ask the grandmaster to decide."
"The doctor at the beginning also had a lot of explanations for the temper, and the wind was too cold. The boy's foundation was thin, and he couldn't take any medicine. He didn't dare to open the unilateral, life-giving life. After being surrounded by the family, he was angered and angered. I had to look up and purple, and I took the medicine box and went away. When I left, I left a message, 'The dead body is placed here, and Ren Ruer and others check the complaint.'"
"After the rich family's family was promoted everywhere, the reputation of the charity was almost unprotected. The management was in a hurry to come and work, and to find out the matter, the two were fair. The result was that the body was tested and the guarantee was continued. 'But it’s the rich family’s family who squatted on the doctor’s house and lost the good name of the good hall.

"As a result, wealthy families are more aware of collusion between officials and businessmen, and oppressing the good people. Until the good deeds personally go to the door, they must pass through, the rich family respectfully send people outside, not only with shame, but also for the newspapers. thing."
Mu Xiyao fluttered with eyelashes and was excited to ask Zong Zhenglin for a reward. "His Royal Highness, if you can't guess why," of green onion, instantly magnified in front of Zong Zhenglin, "Is it good to lose two hundred and two silver?"
To tell a story, he is worth two hundred and two silver. Mu Xiyao did this business, and Zong Zhenglin slammed her little ass.
"If you can teach the sincerity, you should first support your money, and it will not be late to find the temple."
The kid stalked her to tell the story before going to bed. How can she not see the woman asking for money? When he was fat, he looked very good at slaughtering?
The six princes of the six princes are half-closed, and he is hesitant about Mu Xiyao’s attempt today. Speaking well can also make her unreasonable. What does this woman want to do? Could it be that she was too complicated before? Looked at this woman to act?
"If you are short, you can use it to report to Tian Fushan." It’s a bit stupid, so that you don’t want to make a claim in the day. It’s a pity... Zong Zhenglin sighs. If she is really stupid, there will be no scenery today.
Sure enough, like fulfilling his guess, Mu Xiyao took back his fingers.
It seems that I have no intention of running out of tune. In Zong Zhenglin's clothes, I am ashamed of smashing my fists. I am embarrassed to say something in Nine. "His Royal Highness, I am so fascinated by the moment, I want to be embarrassed. You haven't seen it, you haven't seen it." Patting the hand of the trouble, but in fact, the spring breeze, see the six halls mean meaningful, the dawn.
"Golden, the rich family in your mouth, isn't it like you, in the eyes of money, for the scams?"
Mu Xiyao looked a stagnation and looked up. "Although the wealthy people's abacus is well-played, the family in the story can be well-educated, and there are no flowers and intestines. Your Highness, you can listen to it. This story is not about silver."
Angrily pulled him out, Mu Xiyao twisted and repeatedly found a comfortable posture, and finally revealed the answer.