The matter of the rear storage was stopped by the anger of the emperor, and the rear palace and the chapel were quiet for a while. Half a month later, on the occasion of the Holy Father's Day, princesses and princesses of four or more pints will go to the Imperial Palace in their vegetarian clothes. As usual, the Empress did not return. She only sent her own set of cold clothes to be burned by the Emperor to the Ancestor.
At the festival, the Grand Prince behaved as usual, but the Second Prince was surprisingly impressed. After the emperor's reprimand, he was obviously mature and much more stable, courteous and courteous between the moves, and made a more sincere and sincere sacrifice, saying beautiful words and tears directly to many elderly senators.
After the festival, many ministers praised the Second Prince's filial piety and culture. The Emperor also prevented the scene from praising a few words. The previous wave of scolding and embarrassment of the Second Prince was finally over.
“In this palace, even children in their early teens are not easy! It's a royal creation to hold on to such a big occasion. Looks like Princess Li is about to confess again soon.” Monsanto Elm echoed the performance of the Second Prince Festival and exclaimed.
“How did Mother know that Princess Li was going to confess?” Bishui has long been accustomed to popping up from time to time by his master, only to pick up understandable questions.
“Knowing about the Emperor and the Princess, when will she not rush to prepare for herself? Can't you wait for the Princess to get pregnant and have a baby?” Monsanto Elm said as he stretched out his arms and walked towards Silver Cucumber, holding Po in his arms. “Let me see if Po is feeling any better today? ”
What the fuck is that? Mulberry Elm's little mouth is so lovely and hateful. Zhou Wudi hummed and looked at the woman with his watery dog's eyes. He begged for love and asked for a hug. But when he left Monsanto Elm for two or three hours, he felt that something was wrong, and his heart was falling apart.
Po was wearing a rabbit outfit today, a dog face wrapped in furry rabbit skin, two long rabbit ears on top, a scar on his eyelid, resembled the jailbroken rabbit by a dozen dozen, straight to stun Meng Sang Yu adorably. She rubbed her hand so hard that her cold hands warmed up before taking over Po carefully.
“Today is much better, the tiny wounds have been scabbed, and the large wounds need to be kept for six or seven days. Her mother gave him a bowl of porridge when she left, and she hasn't eaten since, and she won't take the medicine. I'm afraid she misses her. Far away, when I heard her return to the palace, I began to struggle to come out and greet you.” Yin Cui touched Po with a funny touch and was wrapped in a claw like a claw.
Zhou Wudi just buried in Monsanto Elm's arms quietly felt her fragrance and body temperature. The longer he became a dog, the worse his master's addiction became, and he just felt that Monsanto Elm was nowhere near safe.
“Then bring the medicine and feed it to him before eating.” Monsanto Elm pinched Abao's nose and took a small pocket from Nanny Feng and tied it around Abao's neck.
Rabbit costumes, small pockets, a haircuted dog face... this picture is unprecedented and funny, the palaces of the palace are hovering their heads and shoulders are shrugging. Bishui and Yin Cui's face were all blushed, so he had to fly away for Po's self-esteem.
The medicine was quickly ready and served in front of Monsanto Elm. Monsanto Elm pulled Po into his arm with his left hand and fed him with a small spoon in his right hand. Po also cooperated well, not struggling one by one, not to mention throwing up because of the pain, braver than most people.
“Ma'am, don't you think Po is particularly smart? Do you think you can understand us?” Yin Cui asked softly.
Po just took a spoonful of medicine and spit it out, staining a piece of his pocket.
Monsanto Elm laughed and cleaned him up. He didn't think to ask, "Is it smart? ”
“Nothing wrong with that.” It just feels weird sometimes. In the second half of the sentence, Yin Cui didn't dare to interface.
“He's also my Po, and I can't help but be smarter.” Monsanto Elm pinched Po's wet nose and the words were full of drowning.
Zhou Wudi appealed and licked the woman's warm fingers with his tongue. He had a broken coccyx, or it would have wobbled happily ever after.
“The slave meets the Princess Tokushima and asks her to take her medicine.” In front of the palace, the doctor and woman who visited regularly three times in January carried a bowl of hot soup medicine in their hands.
In the past, when Nanny Feng saw her, she wanted to smile, but at this moment, she secretly bit her teeth and hated that she could not lift the medicine bowl.
“Leave it, the palace will drink it later.” The smile at the corner of Monsanto's elm mouth was slightly faint, not cold or hot to say.
The doctor promised to put the medicine bowl on the small ones, beside Po's willow basket, and then retreat to the corner to wait. She was ordered by the boss to watch Toshiko finish her medication before returning to work.
Monsanto Elm fed Po the medicine and put him back in the willow basket. He was about to pick up the medicine bowl and drink it, but he didn't want Po to suddenly lift his paws and punch the medicine bowl over.
“Mother, look out!” Bishui and Yin Cui immediately went forward, one Lakheed, one catching the medicine bowl.
Well done, Po! Sister Feng's eyes lit up, even Po moved to the soft bed on the side of the nest, lest he get wet, and then made an embarrassing expression to the doctor, "This medicine spilled, look...”
“Nothing. Slaves go back and make another bowl for Ma'am. Send it over later.” The doctor hurried to the knee canal.
“Then bother the girl.” Sister Feng's smile was fake.
Po in the willow basket moved his claws and his eyes were dark.