Your Majesty, it's done!

However, his restlessness is not the important reason.

The important thing is that his father wanted him to carve bamboo slips.

"..." Hu Hai turned his head to look at his brother, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

Fusu stood up from the ground, he patted his clothes, felt Hu Hai's eyes, he walked to his brother without haste, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder.

it is more than words.

Hu Hai immediately understood what he meant.

"..." His forehead twitched, looking very upset.

Fu Su shrugged helplessly, he was often implicated when he was a child, often when Hu Hai was punished, it was his turn next.Hu Hai copied a wall of bamboo slips, half of which was his.

"Ah Hai, it's really time for you to cultivate yourself."

He sighed leisurely, and looked outside the door of the room. There was some twilight in the corridor, and the twilight was very beautiful in the corridor.

In the darkness not far away, there is a tall figure that is very conspicuous, walking towards the end of the corridor.

Behind the back is a person with a familiar figure.

Fu Su turned his head and glanced at the shadows in the room, sure enough, the place where Wang Yue stayed was empty, and the second figure should be him.

Look back.

Go out from the room and follow the figure in front.

Fusu was the only one left in the room. Hearing the sound of his elder brother's footsteps drifting away, his face darkened.

The juvenile Wu Clan is also a Wu Clan.

You can completely control your body without making any sound.

"I know!" Hu Hai said viciously. He knew that his brother's attitude was very clear and rejected. In order to teach him a profound lesson, he would not help him carve bamboo slips.

Otherwise, it would not have reminded him in the room to make a sound on purpose.

If you don't help, you won't help.

He can also engrave.

"Next time you make a mistake, I won't help!" I don't know if it's because of his smaller size, but Hu Hai's mentality is also much naive, so it is absolutely impossible to change his words in the usual way.

Fusu, who had been paying attention to the movement in the room, stopped and glanced at the door. He thought for a while, should he remind Hu Hai that every time he was punished by his father before, it was mostly because of his fault.

So she looked at him expectantly and let him share part of the punishment.

Just now too.

He got carried away in front of his father.

however.

This stalemate did not last long and ended.

Because they had returned to their original shape, the sword waiting at the side ran out from nowhere, and carefully wrapped the two of them with the silk in the room.

Then I went to the dining place with my arms in my arms.

Fu Su and Hu Hai were hugged all the way.

When he was let go again, he and Hu Hai had arrived at a dining table at some point, with Ying Zheng who was eating in a hurry.

And he and Hu Hai are on the right side.

There are two swords behind them waiting for them.

Ying Zheng was not at all surprised that the two sons had changed back to their original form. He just glanced at them, then looked away, and continued with the action of eating just now.

"It seems that your talents are good in this life."

The sword just now was also sent by him, otherwise, these two children who are still three years old would have no way of crossing the long corridor to come here.

Fusu is being fed pudding at the moment.

This is the latest masterpiece of Candlestick Cut. According to the five tigers who have tasted it, it is definitely suitable for children's desserts. Because they are worried that they will clog their throats, they have been specially made into other textures.

As soon as you bite down, the pudding will immediately melt into rich and mellow goat's milk when it reaches your mouth.

Goat's milk is also specially made for candlesticks.

All in all, the taste is very good, and sometimes those who have tasted it once will linger in the kitchen reluctantly.

The goat's milk that is made into pudding is also very good to feed.

The two children are grown-ups, and they don't have the slightest psychological burden to eat this kind of pudding. They will melt into goat's milk after taking a small bite, and the taste is not bad.

Hu Hai, who is usually the most irritable, is much quieter now.

This also made Candlestick Qie, who had been paying attention to this side, relieved.

Ever since he brought the goat milk pudding in front of the two young masters, his eyes never left that place, and he kept paying attention to the faint expressions of the two young masters, for fear that the other party might be dissatisfied.

Now it seems.

Are you satisfied?

Candlestick Che secretly made up his mind that if it really succeeds, he will definitely make a video of the entire production process and post it on the platform.

The appetites of the two children are not small, at least larger than those of their peers. The goat milk pudding in the small bowl was quickly eaten up, and the swords were originally going to put it down halfway through feeding.

This is the appetite of the average human child.

Before they put down the spoons in their hands, an impatient look appeared on the child's face. Hu Hai already had a big appetite, and the swords stopped feeding halfway through, how could he bear it.

Almost got started.

Ying Zheng, who was the first to notice the movement, raised his head and glanced lightly at Hu Hai.

With this glance, he successfully suppressed the latter's violent temper, Anan withdrew his hand and stayed in the package, then he withdrew his gaze and said, "Continue to hello."

"They're not full."

The swords heard the words.

They looked at each other, and then continued to feed.

After eating, the swordsmen cleared the table, saluted, and then retreated respectfully.

"How long will it take for you to become the same size as before?" Ying Zheng leaned on the back of the chair behind him, his jet-black hair fell on his face, and his eyes could not see the depth at all.

After Hu Hai, Fu Su and Ying Zheng met, they changed several body types.

Once was three years old.

Once was the size of a five-year-old.

The latter can already move freely and speak clearly. In addition, the skeletons of the old Qin people are quite large. If Ying Zheng is not familiar with them, strangers may regard them as six-year-old.

Fusu naturally knew which one he was talking about, but it was a pity that their witch power could not last long: "One hour is already very difficult, if we go all out, we can last for an hour and a half."

He explained it carefully.

An hour and a half.

Can't do anything at all.

Ying Zheng looked at Hu Hai next to him after hearing the words.

Hu Hai was alert immediately, he had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, in the next second, he heard his father's voice, and his faint words made him wish he could go back to the underworld immediately.

"One and a half hours is only enough to engrave bamboo slips that are less than one palm. Ah Hai still needs to speed up. Three hundred scrolls of bamboo slips are enough for you to calm down."

"..."

This is my dear father?

Hu Hai looked over in disbelief, you just kept thinking about feelings, thinking about this thing, you think transformation is useless, because you think my transformation time is not long enough, I only have one and a half hours a day, right?

Take a deep breath.

Hu Hai felt that he almost died of anger.

"Understood!" He gritted his teeth and replied.

Ying Zheng hummed lightly, then ignored him.

Then the atmosphere in Honmaru fell into a stalemate.

To be precise, it was Hu Hai's unilateral cold war, well, it was similar to a child's quarrel.

Every day, Hu Hai used up the candlesticks to cut the goat milk pudding they sent, transformed himself, picked up the knife and bamboo slips in the room and continued to carve, which was the Book of Songs.

This is Hu Hai's own choice.

He doesn't love those things of Confucianism, nor does he love other things. Compared with those things he knows from other people's mouths, he prefers the Book of Songs that describes life.

Ying Zheng's attitude towards this is the default.

An hour later, he turned into a three-year-old child. His brother came over with a few swords behind him, tidied up the bamboo slips in the room for him, and fed him pudding along the way. After that, Fusu also became a child.

In a blink of an eye, a day passes.

It looks very harmonious.

The swords felt a little strange.

It's not that they want to probe into the adults' private affairs, but that the atmosphere in this pill is too obvious. The young master keeps a cold face every day, burying his head in the room carving bamboo slips.

More than that.

Five Tigers retreated and swore that he once saw with his own eyes that when the young master changed his figure to go to the kitchen to get pudding, he purposely bypassed the room of Lord God Judge and made a big circle.

Not even at mealtimes together.

"It seems that the little master is very concerned about what the lord said." Zhu Keqie also saw all this in his eyes.

Originally, he wasn't going to do anything.

As the master's sword, he should wholeheartedly serve only his own god judge, and put the mind of the god judge first in everything.

For other things, he just needs to keep his mouth shut.

But this little master is not a stranger.

He has the same blood, similar face, and similar habits as his god-inspector, especially the face that is [-]% similar to his own adult. Except for the eyes, the facial features are more westernized, everything else is almost exactly the same, just like a Smaller version.

A shrunken version of Lord God Judge.

Candlestick cut almost relented when he saw it for the first time.

Seeing that the little master has been in a cold war with the judge for seven days, he has not seen each other for seven days, and they are all nestled in the room, except for going to the kitchen to get goat milk pudding.

That's not good for a child.

Candlesticks had a worried expression on his face.

Soon, his worry was also transmitted to other swords, and they naturally welcomed the two new little masters in this pill with both hands and feet.

In particular, the two little masters are very similar to their own master God judge.

This made them love their house even more.

Hearing Candlestick's worry, they couldn't help their expressions.

"Little master is still a child after all." Smiling Qingjiang said hesitantly, no matter what happened, the child should very much want his father's comfort.

Have adults comforted you?

The swords and swords looked at each other, while recalling carefully in their minds, they only had one scene left in their memory.

That is, the adults in the family let the little masters go down the ground by themselves.

They are not fools either.

In the entire Honmaru, there is only one person who can order the little master to carve bamboo slips.

"But what can we do?" Candlestick Che frowned.

Smiling Qingjiang thought for a while, then hesitantly said: "Should I give it a try? After all, the short knife is similar to a child, so it should be more useful to persuade the little master."

The Five Tigers are also very good in character.

If this Zhendao knew the little master, they would feel relieved.

Unexpectedly, Candlestick shook his head and said: "The little master won't listen."

It's just that they are similar in size, so the little master won't trust Tui so much.

"Then what should I do? The adults don't seem to care, but they are always paying attention to the little master's room, and the other little master will always enter the room and leave very late." The careful knife will always find Some things that ordinary people can't see.

For example, the undercurrent among the father and son is turbulent.

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