Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

He was dissatisfied. Forget Youn Er, he always brought this fourth brother to his mouth on weekdays. People who didn't know it thought it was a mother.

But what happened to Youn San?

So Prince Zhao said, “Yin San, didn't you not like your fourth brother? ”

Third Young Master Yin was stunned and didn't have time to say anything. Second Young Master Yin next to him was furious, “Don't you like Fourth Brother? ”

Third Brother Yin, “No, Second Brother, I'm not, I'm not. ”

Second Young Master Yin stood up for a beating.

Third Brother Yin walked around with his head in his arms, "Second Brother! Second brother, gently! ”

Prince Zhao looked silly and sighed in relief.

"Humph," he said, "I still think your little brother is so good that he's not a whiteface. ”

Second Young Master Yin turned around with Third Young Master Yin.

Young Master Zhao, "... what are you doing? ”

....

In class, the old man saw a swollen nose and swollen face wound on his face and asked.

Prince Zhao grinned, unwilling to say that he had fallen outside.

As the old man turned around, he couldn't help but frown at the little boy beside him, "Hello. ”

Shen Wood shook his head white.

Mr. Zhao was dissatisfied, but there was nothing he could do. He had to put up with it. "What are you going to do to paint a picture for the book? ”

I just saw the little boy stick out his fingers.

Young Master Zhao shocked, “What, you want 20 silver taels? ”

The little boy turned his face and looked at him, his distinct black and white eyes slightly slipped open.

Prince Zhao feared the other party's repentance, so he endured the burden of humiliation, “twenty pence twenty, you wait, I will bring the silver today. ”

The new table man has a lot of silly money, and the brothers he knows are also a lot of silly money.

Shortly thereafter, the white bags of sunken wood were drummed.

Prince Yin Er and Prince Yin were still worried that Fourth Brother would be bullied. Now he is frightened every day, afraid of which day the old man and which adult will come to Yin Mansion as guests.

Zhaoyang did not like the class of the new Taifu. Every time he found an excuse to drag a few hours past.

The maiden was not in a hurry either, and could only persuade the persuader for a while.

Zhaoyang has always been a lethal master, she doesn't care if the mother-in-law and father are angry or not.

“The laurels in front are blooming. ”

She was wearing a dress and her eyebrows curved with laughter.

The princess said, "Can the princess come and take a look? ”

Zhaoyang lifted his chin slightly, “Naturally. ”

But when she approached, she found a little boy under the laurel tree.

About her age.

Zhaoyang was somewhat curious and couldn't bear to look closer.

The little boy was sleeping there, with a book cover on his face and a green shirt, revealing half his forehead like coagulation.

If it was a weekday, Zhaoyang would have made a noise.

But now I don't know why, watching this scene like a painting, I can't bear to interrupt.

Finally, the little boy's head moved and he stretched his lazy waist.

The book slipped down on his face, revealing a complete face.

Zhaoyang stared, breathing slightly nitrogen.

In her eyes, there was only one cousin as beautiful as the one in front of her.

The little boy in front of me is so white and beautiful, I don't know how good he would look if he was as old as his cousin.

Shum Wood opened his eyes and caught sight of a strange doll. He blinked, “Who are you? ”

The maiden on one side couldn't help but say, "Bold, in front of you is Princess Zhaoyang, do not kneel down yet. ”