MTL - Portable Space: The Group Favorite Milk Bag Brings the Whole Family To Open and Hang-Chapter 882 Professional successor Yan Qingshan

  Chapter 882 Professional successor Yan Qingshan

  Emperor Ming Pei helped the forehead.

   In front of his son, the old father tried his best to start the education mode again: "But Xinbao..."

  Xinbao stared at him silently with big eyes, and after a long while, said in a soft voice: "I beg the Lord of Heaven to cheer up and send down talents of all kinds."

  Emperor Ming Pei: "..."

  Although he has never heard of this poem, as a talented emperor, he knows what it means when he hears it!

  The key word "shaking" was pronounced by her little milk voice, which sounded like "shaking hands", so she subconsciously shook her little hands!

  It's really... completely cute!

   Can't educate at all!

  How can my granddaughter be so cute! so smart!

   Even if some ideas have a little problem, so what! Not a big problem!

   Even if it is a big problem, who dares to say that my granddaughter is wrong! snort!

  He glanced at the crown prince and hugged his granddaughter: "Xinbao'er is right, it's because I'm too pedantic, but soldiers never tire of cheating! What Xinbao said is right!"

  Yan Qingshan who was raped inexplicably: "...??"

  He didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, he was only suitable for taking over the pot? ?

  The accompanying Wei Fengting outside listened to the conversation in the carriage, with a smile on his mouth, he sent the emperor all the way to the palace, when the fellow next to him asked him: "What is your lord so happy today?"

   Wei Fengting was a little embarrassed, coughed: "It's nothing."

  I just feel that the existence of the little princess is lying to me to have a daughter...but I don't even have a daughter-in-law so far.

  Xinbao returned to the palace, and excitedly asked others to pass on the pen and ink.

  Emperor Ming Pei thought she was going to write a tear-jerking prescription, so he didn't bother her, and sat down and drank half a cup of tea slowly.

  Yuan Shen Jue called him in a low voice: "Your Majesty."

  Emperor Ming Pei raised his head, and he quietly motioned to Xinbao.

  Emperor Ming Pei took a look, and saw that Xinbao was writing something with a small white arm exposed.

   Xinbao has been seeing Li Songqing tucking his sleeves for several months, and this problem has never been corrected, even Yuan Shenjue can't explain it.

  But summer is okay, and in winter, even if there are earth dragons in the house, it is quite cold to expose half of a small arm.

  The key is that the sleeves of the jacket are really hard to tuck, and it takes a lot of effort every time.

  Emperor Ming Pei frowned, went to change his clothes, and asked someone to pass the pen and ink, and placed it on Li Songqing's table.

  But Xinbao was so engrossed in painting that he didn't notice him at all.

  So Emperor Ming Pei thought for a while, and asked her, "What is Xinbao doing?"

  Xinbao said: "I'm drawing an umbrella."

  She saw Xie Wenkai holding an umbrella all the time, and on a whim, she wanted to make him a special umbrella.

It is the kind of helmet-shaped umbrella with a deep arch, which is bigger and deeper, and the curvature can reach the chest. The inside can see the outside, but the outside cannot see the inside.

   It's just too suitable for Xie Wen to open!

  She was very interested in painting, and even wanted to get one for herself. It would be best if the window and the pattern could be integrated together. If you didn't pay attention to it, you wouldn't know there was a window.

  You can peek secretly.

   Finally finished the painting and wrote down the request, she thought about it, took another piece of paper, and wrote a letter to Li Zhizhi.

She felt that Li Zhizhi's writing and painting were in line with her style, so she wrote to him and asked him to help draw two umbrellas, one low-key and inconspicuous, just to cover up the window, for Opened by Xie Wen.

   One should be bolder, more chic, and more stylish. It is best to write a poem, which looks very knowledgeable, and draw a little red border to match the clothes. This is for her own use.

  While writing, she was chatting with Emperor Ming Pei: "Yeah, have you noticed that many of your senior officials have the surname Li. And the ones surnamed Li are all pretty and knowledgeable."

  Emperor Ming Pei gave Fang Wuyou some instructions in a low voice, and then hummed.

Xinbao continued: "It's really convenient to know a lot of high-ranking officials. For example, if Xinbao wants to sell a car, there are high-ranking officials who can use it, or if he wants to draw or write, no matter what he does, he can find an adult who is good at it. .Yeah, do you usually feel the same way?"

  Emperor Ming Pei hummed again.

Xinbao finally finished writing the letter, opened his sleeves, held the paper and shook it back and forth in the air, circling in circles, trying to make the ink dry faster, and said: "Xinbao also wants my brother to make a car, and also wants to make a car." In addition, always jumping in line, does this count as using power for personal gain??"

  Emperor Ming Pei hadn't spoken yet, and she denied it herself: "What kind of power-seeking is this! Xinbao didn't take bribes or break the law, and he didn't confiscate and accept bribes. This is the legal right of a leader. This is seeking personal gains by order!"

  Emperor Ming Pei smiled and said, "Xinbao is right."

  So Xinbao finally finished self-persuasion, and asked someone to send all the paper to Mr. Li, and specifically told him that it was Li Zhizhi, not Li Tingfang, and then after he finished the painting, he would take it back and send it to the workshop for production.

  Emperor Ming Pei has been waiting until now, and finally waited for his granddaughter to finish her work before he said, "Xinbao, help Ye Momo."

  Xinbao let out an oh, and came over to help him sharpen the ink.

   Then she saw Yeye walking over, holding her sleeve with one hand, and began to draw with her wrist hanging, her posture calm and unrestrained.

  Then she just looked at it like this, Yeye drew a tick, a flower came out, and another flower came out...Xinbao opened her mouth wide, staring at Yeye's pen tip in surprise, and kept looking up at Yeye.

   Just looking back and forth like this, watching Yeye draw a flowery painting with my own eyes, it's amazing!

  Xinbao was extremely surprised.

  The main reason is that Emperor Ming Pei has always been calm and calm, and he is not of the elegant temperament at all. It is not surprising that he paints mountains and rivers, but he paints such beautiful and bright flowers...it really doesn't look like him.

  Emperor Ming Pei finished the painting in just over two quarters of an hour. He pointed a spot and said: "You can make a 'window' here. The misty feeling of the window screen can complement the flowers and add more interest."

  Xinbao: "..."

Xin·YeYe Brain Fan·Bao, the stars in his big eyes almost jumped out, and he stuttered in surprise: "Yeah, yay, you are amazing! Really amazing! Yay, how can you do so many things! You can do everything, Great at everything, yeah yeah a genius! All-rounder! The world of geniuses is scary!"

  She rambled on for half an hour, and said, "Xinbao wants to make a poem for Yeye!"

  Emperor Ming Pei smiled slightly.

  At this moment, he and Yuan Shenjue simultaneously had a poem in mind, "Shen Jue from the Yuan family is so pretty, he must be a smart guy."

  When Emperor Ming Pei thought that he might become a smart guy or something else, he felt that something was wrong.

  Emperor Ming Pei quickly said: "Does Xinbao want to learn? In fact, painting is a matter of seven points of skill and three points of manners. Why not come and try Xinbao."

  Xinbao was indeed attracted attention: "Okay."

  (end of this chapter)