My Little Mom is the Richest

"Yeah! Don't you understand? As the saying goes: the word is like the person, but you don't know that if you really want to do it, this word can still deceive people. But swordsmanship is different. It is closely related to the popularity of sword dancing. It is true that the sword is like a man, and it is absolutely deceiving." Mingyue Jun kept peeping attentively, while not forgetting to answer calmly.

"Yeah?" After Ning Ran suddenly realized, he rolled his eyes, but then frowned and asked: "Sister Mingyue! You really know nothing?"

"Yes!"

"Play the piano, won't you?"

"Will not!"

"Play chess, no?"

"Will not!"

"What about calligraphy?"

"Will not!"

"Where is Danqing?"

"Will not!"

"Then... Wugong... won't you?"

"Of course!" Mingyuejun answered casually. He never looked back and glanced at Concentration. He looked at the stunning figure in front of the rockery, full of envy: If she really was her own mother, it would be so noble and sacred, beautiful and gentle, and most importantly. She really loves her daughter.

"But... what you just said is bright and clear! It makes sense! And, didn't you find it? How can you compare your talking temperament to those who are illiterate?" Concentratingly narrowed his eyes, staring at Mingyue Jun, full "Furthermore! More than once! Remember that time in Suyan Pavilion, Mrs. Ruoshui sent us away to wait. At that time, I heard the third highness chanting poems and saw the shadow of his sword dancing. Chic, at that time you also said about the messy dance and the lingering of the song? There are a lot of things that you said! It sounds very good, but I can't understand the words."

Mingyuejun turned his head helplessly and sighed: "It's my song and moon wandering, my dance shadows are chaotic, floating like a fairy, like a dragon, stable like Mount Tai, and momentum like thunder, although the dust is like a moving cloud and flowing water, if Mount Tai is in peace and contentment. There is no shortage of stern and murderous intent. This is the essence of swordsmanship. Sincerely, this Concubine Kui is actually far worse than Mu Qiu!"

"You still said that you don't understand martial arts poems, but what is this sentence you casually uttered?" Rolled his eyes, pouted, and raised his head with arms akimbo: "This is me who is full of poems and books. I can't think of it for a while, and you said you didn't lie to me? You know everything, right?"

"Why!" Mingyue Jun pleased me and pulled it over and begged for mercy: "I just saw it and felt that it should be like this, so I told it. I don't know why? My parents told me, except that Recognize a few words, I don’t know anything!"

"I don't believe it!" Ning Ran turned his head, "If you didn't lie to me, it was your parents who lied to you!" As soon as the voice fell, the face of Mingyue-jun turned white, and he did not speak, but looked at with tears. With oneself. Ning Ran suddenly became anxious: "Look at my mouth! Sister, don't go to your heart, all nonsense, how can your sister's parents lie to you? Besides, it's no good to lie to you, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Qiangyan smiled, Mingyue Jun replied sullenly, "Since Concubine Kui is in good spirits, let's go!"

"This..." He held Mingyue Jun in a puzzled way. "Why are you leaving? Since I'm here, I naturally have to go and see it!"

"You girl! Why are you so uneasy! Didn't you see Madam Ruoshui here? It's rare that Concubine Kui is in good spirits and can get along well with Madam. Why should we do this dazzling thorn?" Deliberately lowered the voice. , Mingyue Jun hurriedly explained.

"But... our seed elm ointment has not been sent out yet. Didn't you ask for it in the dining room of the Zichen Hall on the ground for the Concubine Kui?" Ning Ran said unwillingly.