MTL - Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang-Chapter 839 Every thing will have a blessing
Chapter 839 Every thing will have a blessing
Xinbao practiced for two days, and gradually started to get used to it. Then he felt that he was so handsome, so he called Zheng Li to come and paint.
Then she took the trouble to run a dozen times in one breath.
Emperor Ming Pei saw that she hadn't gone for a long time, but after hearing about it, he came over to take a look.
Zheng Li was standing in front of the Guilan Pavilion, lowering his head to make a painting. Emperor Ming Pei excused him and stood behind to look.
This scene was obviously chosen on purpose. There is water in the front and a pavilion in the back. The pavilion is surrounded by flowers and vines, and there is a scene behind the pavilion. It is a beauty.
After a while, Xinbao came over, jumped down, and the colorful clothes rolled up, and Hao Huashi behind her had to reach out her hand, and a lot of flowers spread out on top of her head, and they fell down one after another... Don't say it , It's really fairy.
The premise is that the little fairy is not tired, her face is flushed with sweat, her mouth is open and she is panting...
Emperor Ming Pei lowered his hand and watched with a smile.
Now that Zheng Li has really practiced, his hands are very fast, and he strokes without thinking. Xinbao's side is too tired to run, and his side has finished drawing.
Xinbao's clothes were soaked with sweat, and her hair was wet to her forehead. She ran over to have a look, clasped her hands together and praised: "It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful! It's like a fairy!"
Emperor Ming Pei smiled and nodded her forehead: "I haven't seen someone who praises himself so much! Hurry up and change your clothes, stop and get excited again."
At the same time, he asked Hao Huashi: "Is it okay to practice for so long?"
"It doesn't matter," Hao Huashi said with a smile, "It will be over in a while."
Xinbao nodded, and said to Zheng Li: "Master Zheng, I want a small painting that can fit in a bamboo tube. Xinbao wants to pass it on to his wife."
Zheng Li smiled all over his face and responded repeatedly.
Xinbao then went back to change clothes.
Because her hair was also wet, she simply washed her hair, Xinbao ran out with loose hair, Ming Peidi was sitting in her study, Xinbao threw herself into his arms: "Yeah, Xinbao... "
Before he finished his sentence, Xinbao only felt a flash of light in his mind, and his whole body shook violently, as if a thunderbolt struck down suddenly, illuminating the sky.
The next moment, it was like a barrage in my mind. Several pictures were layered one after another at an extremely fast speed, and they were glued together.
Xinbao opened his mouth wide in surprise, and after a while, he felt the picture gradually become clear.
It seemed to be at the hanging pot, "she" walked over, and then several imperial physicians helped a child up.
The child looked about ten years old, his whole body twitched and twitched, and suddenly fell forward. Both she and the imperial physician reached out to help, and then the child opened his mouth and bit the back of her hand.
The handwriting on the top layer is:
『Yan Ziti never expected that it was just a small wound that took Xinbao's life a month later. 』
Emperor Ming Pei suddenly raised his head, his face changed dramatically.
The next moment, he hugged Xinbao tightly, his hands were shaking.
Hao Huashi was also frightened, but seeing Emperor Ming Pei's expression turned pale, he hurriedly interrupted, "Master, are you alright?"
Emperor Ming Pei came back to his senses and let go of his hand: "Xinbao? Are you okay?"
Xinbao actually didn’t feel uncomfortable, but when he looked at Hao Hua, he kept winking, Xinbao blinked his eyes, and when he received it, he quickly hugged Yeye: “Xinbao, I’m a little tired, I’m a little dizzy…”
She wanted to distract Yeye, but she was afraid that Yeye would be worried, so she secretly looked at him, with her eyes half-opened and half-closed, trying to put on a show: "The dizziness is not very severe, just a little bit, Yeye helps Xinbao, Xinbao stands still." I can't stop, my stomach hurts, no, it's not my stomach hurts, it's just dizziness..."
Emperor Ming Pei looked at her intently, his mind as if about to explode.
Even if it hasn't happened yet, I can't bear to think about it.
Emperor Ming Pei couldn't help but put his arms around her again, his voice hoarse: "Xinbao, yeah, Xinbaoer."
Xinbao was a little anxious, put his arms around him with two small arms, and tried to comfort him: "Yeah, Xinbao is fine, Xinbao is fine, Xinbao is not dizzy, Xinbao is fine."
Hao Huashi saw that Emperor Ming Pei was sweating heavily on his forehead, and was a little worried, so he gestured for Yan Ke to go to the front to invite someone to come over, while saying: "Master is fine this time, that's great."
Emperor Ming Pei rubbed his forehead, forced himself to be distracted, and said, "Yes."
Xinbao can only predict others, but not herself, but this is actually because something happened to her herself, and being able to predict Emperor Ming Pei's reaction is equivalent to predicting herself.
And she said that there are many pictures, so it is possible that members of Yan Qingshan's family, Yuan Shenjue and the like all occupy one page... But after predicting so many at once, Xinbao did not lose strength or faint, which is also unprecedented. passed.
This shows that merit may not make the space bigger, but it is helpful to Xinbao's body, or this heaven-defying ability.
After thinking about it carefully, Emperor Ming Pei finally recovered from the feeling of being about to explode, but still hugged his little granddaughter tightly, smelling the moisture in her soft hair, I feel my atrium gradually returning to its place.
Outside, Yan Qingshan and Yan Shirong hurried over, Yan Shirong looked at Emperor Ming Pei's face, and said, "I sent someone to Xuanhu."
He gritted his teeth, held back forcibly, and said coldly: "This had better be an accident! Otherwise, otherwise I..."
He clenched his fists, unable to speak.
Yan Qingshan bent down and touched Xinbao's hair: "Is Xinbao uncomfortable?"
"No," Xinbao said in a buzzing voice, being hugged by Yeye, her small face pressed against Yeye, unable to turn her head, "Xinbao doesn't feel uncomfortable anywhere, and doesn't want to sleep."
Yan Shirong couldn't help it, and also bent down, hugged his sister in Yeye's arm, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay."
He buried his face on her little shoulder, remained silent for a while, and couldn't help but said, "Fortunately, fortunately..."
Yan Qingshan's hand also stroked Xinbao's small head back and forth, while saying: "Father, the last picture left is you, why is that?"
Emperor Ming Pei couldn't help but frown.
Yan Shirong couldn't help raising his head.
Although Emperor Ming Pei is the emperor, according to the likes and dislikes of the space, it should be Yuan Shenjue who left the picture in the end.
After all, according to their deduction, it should be Yuan Shenjue who will depend on Xinbao for life in the end.
So, why is this?
After a brief silence, Yan Shirong suddenly said: "Everything is meaningful, and everything we do to the world of Dayan will be rewarded to Yeye, Xinbao and us."
The three of them nodded slowly, and that was the only way they could explain it.
The shadow guard came over and reported: "At Xuanhu, just half an hour ago, a ten-year-old patient was admitted, and Mr. Bai has been reported to him, but Mr. Bai hasn't seen it yet. The pulse record said headache, fever, insomnia, and One leg hurts, and he says he has worms crawling on him."
He paused: "And I don't know why I am extremely afraid of water, afraid of wind, so afraid that my whole body trembles, and I can't even drink water..."
Xinbao said: "Rabies is not a poison, it is rabies, it is an incurable disease, and even Xinbao can't cure it when it breaks out."
(end of this chapter)
