Lose My Heart to the Lovely Kitten Princess

You can search for the latest chapters in Baidu for "A Miao Fei goes out to search for novels (www.soxscc.com)"!The little beggar was a little dry after repeating a sentence along the way. I wonder if it was exhausted, and he did not continue to reject others thousands of miles away.

"The youngest son of the mutton soup family should call me uncle in terms of seniority. Uncle goes to their store. He doesn't give me the mutton soup. I think it is not easy for him to make a small business. The reason I came out."

The little beggar patted his chest, looking quite proud.

Listening to Zhu recalling the old beard boss who was skilled at cutting beef and mutton, that person would have reached the age of standing.

I didn't expect this little beggar to have such a high seniority!

Hearing Zhu exclaimed in his heart, his expression on his face remained unchanged, and he asked at random:

"Then why don't you live in your nephew's house? How come you are dressed like this?"

"What's wrong with this outfit? I hear what you mean, and I seem to look down on our beggars."

The little beggar squinted at Tingzhu. He wanted to make a condescending look, but unfortunately he was standing here, so he could only look up at Tingzhu.

Listening to Zhu's speech for a while, it was obvious that he hadn't thought that a little man who was only half his height was so sensitive.

The little beggar mistakenly thought that he was in the heart of Listening Bamboo, and immediately sneered, looking unhappy:

"Just like you, I have to recommend you to our Beggar Gang."

Looking up and down, the little beggar withdrew his eyes in disgust.

"You don't underestimate me, I'm a four-bag elder, okay. What can I do in their ordinary homes? It's not about reading or literacy."

After he finished speaking, he held up his waist.

Tingzhu followed the little beggar's movements and saw that he did have four colorful small bags pinned to his waist.

And the little beggar caressed him very preciously one by one, his tone softened a bit:

"Who in the Beggar Gang saw that I didn't respectfully call the Ninth Elder, and such a life would not be much happier than reading and literacy?"

"Then your nephew doesn't care about you?"

Tingzhu looked at the childish little beggar with a childish face, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But the little beggar rolled his eyes again, looking at Listening Bamboo like an idiot:

"Without my drag oil bottle, my nephew can live a little easier. Saibei is no better than the territory. It is already very difficult to live a good life. Besides, life is only a few dozen years old, and it is not possible to live. Come freely!"

After speaking, the little beggar glanced sympathetically at Listening Zhu:

"Your bitter melon face seems to be the kind of awkward life. I tell you that you naturally don't understand it."

Tingzhu was completely stunned. He never expected that he would be educated by a pornographic kid today, and he was even stunned for a while.

Thinking of the endless training, the indifferent face on the owner, and the group of guards who grew up together, listening to bamboo stroking the jade card hanging on his chest through the clothes, his face was firm. color:

"No, you are not right."

The little beggar had already jumped to the front, and suddenly looked back when listening to Zhu's words.

Under the setting sun, on the boundless land of northern Saibei, the black-clothed man was all dressed up, and his eyes were fortitude that the little beggar still couldn't understand.

He carefully told the little beggar every word:

"I have had a very full and good life these years, and I am very satisfied with my current life."

When he finished speaking, he held the little beggar under his arms, and the whole person swept forward like a dragonfly.

At the moment the little beggar rose into the air, he finally showed a trace of panic that was consistent with his age. He was so scared that he screamed and kicked his legs in the air:

"What are you doing, why are you flying up suddenly!"

Listening to Zhu turned a deaf ear, and took the little beggar lightly to reach the reeds outside the city that he said, before slowly stopping.

The little beggar was so frightened that he was out of breath, and as soon as he was put down, he violently beat Heinzhu on his body:

"Do you know that you have to prepare for the flight when you take off. If you don't say hello like this, it will scare people to death!"

Tingzhu felt that he had just brought the little beggar to fly over without saying a word. Such an approach was indeed a little unconsidered.

But he did not understand what the little beggar said, so he had to humbly ask the little beggar.

"Sorry, but what is'flight preparation'?"

He had never heard of these things the little beggar had just said.But what the little beggar said always gave him a sense of familiarity, and after a few breaths he thought of Cheng Xiaoxiao.

It stands to reason that the two people don't look alike at all, and their personalities and tone of voice are not the same.

But because of these incomprehensible words and the thoughts that are different from ordinary people, he can always inexplicably come up with Cheng Xiaoxiao's face in his mind.

Consciously thinking about it, Listening Bamboo patiently waited for the answer from the little beggar.

It's a pity that the little beggar in front of him didn't intend to help him at all, but said with a sullen face:

"Forget it, you don't know it's normal."

Seeing the expression on Zhu's face was still very confused, the little beggar simply changed the subject directly:

"Didn't you ask me how I found you? Because you asked me to drink soup, I told you for free. Because you are not from Saibei, your whereabouts are erratic during this period. It is easy to check you."

Putting the touch of sorrow away from his face, the little beggar stretched out his fingers like chicken paws, and swayed to the ear bamboo, his expression was unconcealable triumph.

His expression is so relaxed, the speaker has no intention of the listener.Fresh Novels www.xianxs.com

Tingzhu's heart trembled, and his brows frowned indistinctly.

When did the secret guards under the Jing Palace worry about the issue of their whereabouts being exposed, not to mention their actions repeatedly and cautiously.

Therefore, the situation mentioned by the little beggar has never happened, unless someone deliberately wants to release the news.

The little beggar has always been able to observe his words and expressions. He comfortedly listened to Zhu's advice and said:

"You don't need to be surprised, after all, our reputation as a beggar for inquiring about the news is very loud."

Seeing that Tingzhu had no words, he stretched out his hand graciously and shook Tingzhu's hand twice:

"When we first met, my name was Han Baa."

The hand of the little beggar is extremely small, and Tingzhu can easily hold it completely.

Before that, he had never seen anyone who had to shake hands with others when he reported that his family had to do so, and he had never heard of Saibei or the Beggar’s custom before.

Feeling Tingzhu's eyes fall on the hands of the two that have not yet released, the little beggar's eyes flashed, and his face still loosened generously:

"Sorry, personal habit."

Listening to Bamboo did not delve into it, but pointed to the bamboo stick on the waist of the little beggar and asked lightly:

"Han Baa Baa? Isn't Liu Cuihua written on your dog stick?"

The little beggar was not embarrassed by the lie being exposed at all. She inadvertently waved the dog-stick on her waist and wrote lightly:

"Liu Cuihua's name is so earthy, it's not worthy of my identity as the elder of the Four Bags of Beggars! People like us who do big things naturally have a name that can be easily obtained."

"Han Baa Baa is all right?"

Listening to Zhu swear that he had no other meaning, just curious.

There was an inexplicable emotion in Han Baaba's eyes, and he said meaningfully:

"Han Baa must be ok, because I think it can."

Han Bae Bae’s tone was so determined that he was stunned for a while.

But soon he put away these emotions on his face, and replaced it with the original virtues of business affairs:

"You have too many other questions, and you still ask those who shouldn't be asked? If you don't ask, I will go to Dongmen to beg. That place is very popular, and there is no place for it late.

Han Baa put his hands around his chest, but he was not very tall.

It seemed that what she was going to do was not begging, but something extraordinary.

Tingzhu did not dare to delay, but motioned to Han Baa to show him the portrait again.

In fact, he also has this portrait. It should be said that this portrait came from his hands, but his is distributed to those secret guards in Saibei.

But the problem lies here. It is impossible for the dark guard to shed the portrait. So where did the portrait in Han Baa come from?

Listening to Zhu took the portrait and looked at it carefully, and checked it over and over several times, only to discover what was wrong with it.

This portrait of Han Bae Bae uses the same paper as he used. The Li Hanzhi painted is not different, but the only difference lies in this ink.

He used Yuntou Yanmo, which belongs to Songyanmo, which is the more expensive kind in Songyanmo.

And Han Baa obviously can't afford such ink sticks, she uses soot ink.

Compared with oil fume, Songyanmo is black but dull.The state of Chu has always used pine wood from Huizhou for many years as fuel. There is a certain amount of rosin in the wood, so pine smoke ink has a more flavor than pure oil smoke ink.

Therefore, it is generally used for painting. The distant mountains in the picturesque landscape paintings have a sense of vastness, and the temples of the painted figures have a special texture, etc.

The portrait that Han Bae asked someone to imitate was very similar to nine and a half, and half of it was lost in this ink.

The Li Hanzhi in this portrait of him can be found by observing the details and not having the special texture of the temples.

"You are a good painter."

Hearing Zhu sincerely praised him, but he told Han Baa indirectly, he knew that the portrait of Han Baa was a fake.

"That's right. I made this painting myself, not to mention it's exactly the same, there is still a lot of charm."

Han Ba ​​Ba didn't seem to know humility, and he didn't care about listening to Zhu's hint.

As it is, it is impossible to tell whether the portrait is true or false.

Tingzhu still didn't know where Han Baa saw the portrait, and how he could imitate it.

What surprised him again was Han Baa's slightly conceited boast.

At such an age, he can have such imitative power, and being able to copy portraits to this level is also a bit talented.

"It's really amazing."

Tingzhu praised it again, but it was a pity that this time he only got an extremely flat reaction from Han Baa.

"Okay, boast that I still have ten copper plates. You can start."

Han Bae habitually waved his small hand, and started to stalk the reed in front of him arrogantly. He moved so skillfully and quickly that Tingzhu's eyes could barely keep up.

"What do you use these for?"

Han Ba ​​Ba did not reduce his hand movements, but his dirty little face still showed a hint of surprise.

"Are you sure you want to ask me this kind of question?"