The little fat man then leaned back.

This is the legendary meeting with fate thousands of miles away? No, it seems that it cannot be used here.

He glanced at Liu Bei and his mother said softly: "I already have a son, so I will never leave him. Just imagine, if your mother left you, what would you think?"

Zhang Xiaopang suddenly burst into tears and lowered his head and said nothing.

"Mrs. Please come back. Today's affairs will never be known by outsiders." My mother was about to see off the guests.

"Yes, yes!" The woman nodded repeatedly. Although she was dressed gorgeously, she was obviously a concubine and was used to being like looking down on her eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, before the woman could reach out to hug her, Zhang Xiaopang burst into tears. Especially the sound of the sound of opening her mouth just now was like thunder falling from the sky, shaking people's ears.

Even if the woman deceived her, the fat child kept crying.

The fat man looked at his mother with a hint of helplessness.

There is no way, I can only sit by.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaopang gradually stopped crying. Okay, a pile of water was accumulated on the floor in front of him!

Liu Bei was about to speak, but Zhang Xiaopang's mouth sagged: "Mother, eat milk."

The woman was also spoiled. Or maybe she saw that Liu Bei was also a half-aged child, so she was wearing a loose dress in the church and hugged Zhang Xiaopang and started feeding her breasts.

Zhang Xiaopang's diet is even worse.

He hummed while eating. ** flowed down his pink cheeks to his jaw, hanging drop by drop, and the fat man kept swallowing his saliva.

Nothing else, I got addicted to milk...

Hearing the sound of his son swallowing, the mother shook her head, and called him over, turned her back and fed her breasts. Zhang Xiaopang was even younger. She was only a two or three-year-old boy. The mother didn't need to avoid it.

By the way, I was spoiled by my mother. Most of the children fed by the wet nurse are fat. Liu Xiaopang and Zhang Xiaopang have slightly different situations. The reason why I was breastfeeded by my mother until I was six years old was because my family was poor when I was a child, and my mother exhausted all the methods, for fear of shortening his food and clothing. Therefore, Liu Xiaopang was very addicted to breastfeeding.

As soon as I ate breasts, I felt dizzy, as if I was hypnotized. The cleverness and cleverness of the past disappeared at all, and I was drowsy, as if floating in the clouds.

After eating, he tilted his head and saw Zhang Xiaopang squatting beside him, holding his chin and licking his lips to look at him.

The little fat man rolled his eyes and asked, "What do you want to do again?"

"Brother, can you give me a bite?"

"..." The little fat man opened his mouth suddenly, "Your request is too much."

But his mother was amused by him: "Come on, my brother is not full anyway."

The woman thanked her so much, and said goodbye to her, holding Zhang Xiaopang, who was burping her breasts. The little fat man sent her out of the middle door, looked at the carriage away and murmured: "Zhang Xiaopang, it seems that you are destined to be my Liu Bei's brother in this life."

Then I thought: "Isn't Zhang Xiaopang a black-faced person? Why is it so pink like a porcelain doll..."

Liu Bei has been a little annoyed recently.

Zhang Xiaopang comes to breastfeed every now and then, which makes him unable to even eat half full. His mother also takes the opportunity to wean him. Liu Xiaopang is getting older and his family is getting better and better. Coupled with all kinds of performances that surpass age on weekdays, his mother can finally make up.

The woman came with me a few times, but recently she didn't even follow me. Zhang Xiaopang was alone and was pulled by an old servant in a carriage. And his butcher father ignored him. The little fat man didn't believe it. It's been so long, but he still didn't know? He pretended to be deaf and dumb, and seemed to want to use Zhang Xiaopang to save the country in a curve?

The picture is quite small...

Zhang Xiaopang became more and more clingy. It was strange that it was not his mother, but Liu Bei. He was a two or three-year-old child, and his childlike innocence was still there. After leaving his old house, the freshness everywhere in the countryside made him unable to stop and had no resistance at all.

Walking horses and catching insects, imitating the little friends to climb trees. If you can't climb up, you will cry. Just throw a tender branch full of mulberries, and the crying will stop immediately.

It's been tried and done every time.

Liu Bei would slide down, touch his head and said, "Zhang Xiaopang, after you eat my mother's milk, you will be my Liu Bei's brother from now on. Do you know?"

"I know." Zhang Xiaopang, who was full of juice, stared at the round black eyes and nodded heavily.

Seeing his generous deed, Liu Bei felt much better.

"You can't eat too much mulberries." This time, the female assassin changed to light up.

"Why?" asked the little fat man.

“It’s hindering growth.”

"really?"

"As a hundred real ones, my father once met a patient with a short figure, but his head was as big as a fighter, and his hands were over his knees..."

"What can I eat from mulberries?" The little fat man swallowed.

"Well, that person is addicted to liberries as life. He must eat it sooner or later, and he will also dry it to eat it when he is fruitless. He is sixteen years old but not as tall as a child of seven or eight years old..."

The little fat man was sweating so much that he heard it.

The female assassin changed the subject, "Eating too much is harmful to the body, and other fruits and vegetables are the same."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional, "The hands that were over the knee turned out to be deformed. Yes, if you put the arm of a sixteen-year-old boy on a seven or eight-year-old child, wouldn't it be over the knee... In this way, my height shouldn't be seven feet..."

"How is the sword practice?" Seeing the fat man's eyes circling, the female assassin changed the topic.

"Just that." The little fat man woke up from a nightmare where his hands were crossing his knees before he could start.

"Well, don't worry. You are still young, and you have time." The female assassin said softly: "The prescription you gave me is effective. Alas, even my father doesn't know that Ganshi can cure hemorrhoids. You are indeed a genius. By the way, can you tell me which book you read from?"

"I forgot that I read too many books, so how could I remember it? Besides, many of the books in my home are incomplete, and there are even traces of being set on fire..." The little fat man said to him.

The female assassin sighed inwardly, "If you don't want to say it, I won't ask you in the future. Remember, as long as I am here, no one can touch your hair."

The little fat man felt warm and said, "Remember to fetch water."

"What? I'm so sincere, you still asked me to fetch water?"

"How many times have you been, are you still embarrassed?" The little fat man bit him to death and refused to let go.

"I'm not getting old and not really tired." The female assassin was about to leave with the lantern.

"Don't leave now, I have something to do, please give it to you."

"What's the matter?" The female assassin stopped hearing the sound.

"Help me find some azalea seeds, it's best to have any color."

"good."

After seeing off the female assassin, the fat man came out of the toilet with a light and came to the backyard.

At this time, the moon is full of the sky, like mercury pouring down the earth. The fat man was on a whim, so he used the lamp as a sword to dance.

When the sword poses together, my heart suddenly felt as calm as water.

The little fat man moved around and moved. Although he was small, he had a strong momentum. When the sword danced all over, the little fat man suddenly settled down.

The lantern was still drifting with his arms. The moment he took off his hand, the fat man gently held it, and then he held it firmly in his palm. At this time, his mind returned to his position with the lantern. His intention was still unfulfilled, and he was hungry and thirsty, whether it was the body, soul, or the lamp in his palm.

Mr. Gongsun called Jian Jue.

I believe those who have seen her sword dance have already lost their thoughts on Xi Jian. I heard from the female assassin that Mr. Gongsun is even more amazing. Countless young men, royal relatives and nobles, who have thrown their gold to smile, are indeed the determination of that sword. In the words of the female assassin, the gentleman's heart is the sharpest sword. In this era, selling skills but not selling one's body is as ordinary as drinking cold water. It is strange that selling skills and selling one's body is.

Because of the reason, if you learn literature and martial arts, you can get the best of the emperor. There is no reason to sell yourself at a low price.

This kind of plot seems to be ambition. Ambitions generally offer higher prices.

I had a lot of thoughts in my heart, but the cold wind blew, which made me shudder.
Chapter completed!