Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 413 Merry Fake Phoenix VS Handsome Bandit Leader (6)

"I have a little donkey, and I never ride it. One day I rode it to the market on a whim~" The noodle boy pulled a boy, humming a song, very comfortable.

"Brother Huang, where are you taking me?" The child was carved in pink and jade, his phoenix eyes were full of doubts and a little bit of fear.

"Brother Huang, how about taking Qiong'er to go fishing?" Shangguan Yang chuckled, pinching Shangguan Qiong's face.

The meat is soft and feels good.

"But sir, I want to look up "The Analects of Confucius" today, and I haven't memorized it yet..."

"Brother Huang will teach you how to recite while fishing, okay?" Shangguan Yang chuckled lightly, the sun shone mottledly on her face through the layers of leaves.

"Hey? But didn't the emperor couldn't recite it before, and was punished by the master?"

"That's because I'm too lazy to memorize."

Right by the lake with only one hidden guard, a teenage boy shouted at a tree: "Big brother, if we fall in a while, please save us!"

There was no response at all, but the man on the tree was almost limping from shock. He shook his head in horror and said to himself: No, no, no, you are the big brother, you can't afford it!
Shangguan Yang took the emperor's brother and sat down by the lake. He bent the two needles he had obtained from the embroiderer with his inner strength, dug out earthworms from the soil, threaded them through, and handed one to Shangguan Qiong.

"Wow, Brother Huang is so powerful, can such a hard needle be bent?"

"I am strong."

The needle is hard, it will be easier to heat it with internal force first and then bend it.

There were a lot of small fish in the lake, startled by the sudden appearance of the fishhook, and the lake became lively for a while.

"Qiong'er, you have a good memory, so I'll only recite it twice, starting from the first chapter of "The Analects of Confucius". Cough cough——Zi said: Learning and learning from time to time, it's not easy to say..."

Shaking his head, he looked like a little master.

Shangguan Yang memorized everything from "Xue Er Chapter No. 20" to "Yao Yu Chapter No. [-]", word for word, without any mistakes. His calm and indifferent appearance was completely opposite to that in the school.

Shangguan Qiong was dumbfounded, he couldn't hide his age, "Brother Huang, since you know it, why do you say you don't know it?"

Shangguan Yang smiled: "If I said it, what did you say?"

The big tree attracts the wind, and the gun shoots out the head. Her identity as the "lone star of the evil spirit" is bound to not disturb too many people.

Otherwise, she would be burned to death by that fatuous emperor just like she was before.

"So it is, Brother Huang! Your fish is hooked!"

"okay!"

The clear and bright young man stood up gradually, and when he exerted his strength, the blue crucian carp raised a dazzling arc in the air with some water droplets.

Through the sunlight, the arc still has some rainbow colors.

So beautiful... In Shangguan Qiong's eyes, there was more emotion than admiration.

"Ah, Qiong'er, your fish is also hooked!" Shangguan Yang laughed, it was irresistibly bright.

"Okay, Brother Huang, look at me!" Shangguan Qiong gritted his teeth, and slammed the fishing rod fiercely, the fish slammed on the stone beside him, and fell to pieces.

"Today's harvest is good, I'll send it to Aunt Xu in the imperial dining room later." She patted the lively fish and smiled lightly.

"Huh? What about me?" Shangguan Qiong was a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

"Qiong'er is going to martial arts class, aren't you afraid of being punished by your husband?"

"Scared." The little child Tong trembled.

"That's it, let's go." She patted his head and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"What about the emperor?"

"I never go to martial arts class, if I want to be punished, I will be punished."

"..."

Brother Huang is indeed too strong in every sense.

　Second update today.

　　Traffic jam, originally a two-hour drive,

　　Starting at six o'clock, half past twelve o'clock.

　　Ben'an... a pain in the skull.

　　Sitting in the car and typing hard.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)