"Brother Yan walked slowly and got together again next day." said goodbye to the brother who jumped onto the horse's back.

"Don't worry, brother, Yan will definitely visit me tomorrow." The guy without any enlightenment clasped his fists at me excitedly and beat the horse Rufei. It seemed that he was rushing home to copy study notes. Well, a good young man who is good at studying, likes such excellent students when he is a teacher.

When I turned around, the group of people who were lying at the door scared me: "Father, mother, are you all here?"

"That's Master Yan?" My mother's expression was very excited. The gossip in her eyes was like a searchlight, staring at the back that was about to disappear at the street corner.

"Well, mom, are you?" Before he finished asking, the old man also rushed out and said with emotion: "It's indeed Master Yan."

My father and mother's sneaky appearance really make me difficult to understand.

"Yan Dapaopao paints radish with you?" My mother blinked excitedly and dragged me over, almost trying to pinch my neck and ask questions.

"That's right, mom, what are you doing, dodging?" I didn't understand my mother's current situation.

"What are you doing when Master Yan is here to find you? I was happy to see you and this great master writing and painting inside. I didn't expect that this great master would put down his airs and teach us Jun'er how to learn painting skills." My mother's face turned red with excitement.

"It wasn't Master Yan who taught me, but it was actually a child..." As soon as he said halfway, he was interrupted by the old man. "Okay, okay, huh, what's the matter? I haven't gone in, so I'll make people laugh." The old man hummed very seriously, shook his sleeves, stood outside the door handsomely, and his eyes continued to send Yan Liben away. Who was that person? Unexpectedly, my father was also a star-chasing fan. Forget it, let's go back to the house first. In the front hall, the eldest brother and sister-in-law were taking the paintings of Master Yan and me to appreciate them, and they looked very admiring.

"Second brother, is this your drawing?" The elder brother picked up the pineapple sketch and kept gesturing at me. He was so angry that I was so angry that I quickly raised my fingers and poked the signature on it: "Look clearly, Yan Liben, Master Yan's original work, that one is mine."

"Ah?" The elder brother held two sketches in disbelief and compared them. After the old man stood on the elder brother's butt, he coughed hard. The elder brother quickly lowered his head and bent down, asking the elder brother to appreciate the painting skills.

"Well!" The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at it pretended to be a pretentious one. Look at the name of a national player. Look at the painting of this carrot, look at the picture, like a crooked melon and bad dates. You are still handsome. Although Yan Yan is willing to accept you as his disciple, you still have to be more careful. Don't insult the name of a national player..." The old man picked up this master's painting and made me blush with praise: "Father, this is a child's clumsy work."

Damn, I heard the old man's chin landing on the ground...—

"I didn't expect that even the master of Yan Daguo came to our house to ask Jun'er for advice. Look at the son I gave birth to. In terms of appearance and talent, there is no such thing as the Tang Dynasty." I don't know if my mother is considered narcissistic. I just know that my mother's strength is amazing now, which makes me dizzy.

The old man Jiang sat on the side with his old face red and kept talking nonsense. It seemed that he was embarrassed and angry. We dared not provoke this old tyrannosaurus. Who knows if the old man would be too embarrassed and angry, and he got angry with a big stick to chase me, the gentle boy, Yan Guoshou's master.

"I didn't expect that, I was confused at the beginning. I thought Yan Guoshou was here to teach our second brother's drawing skills, but I never thought that everyone was lost. Haha, my brother is so stupid, I won't blame my brother, right?"

"Where is it?" It took the boss's efforts to break away from his mother's powerful Vajra palm and salute respectfully to his elder brother's father: "If it weren't for the teachings of his father and brother, setting an example, and having my mother's careful care, how could I make this progress today? Speaking of which, it's too late for the child to be grateful to his parents." Following the elder brother's words, he praised the family, and the old man took advantage of the situation to go down the stairs: "Well, Jun'er's words are reasonable, but I am better than the blue ones. I comforted him very much, haha..." He narrowed his eyes. The old man was probably right now, Yan Guoshou was calling his master's image respectfully. I couldn't help but shudder. It was too vulgar.

"Well, I am worthy of being the number one painter in the Tang Dynasty. Look at it, it's so powerful..." My mother pointed at a black line on the pineapple painted by Master Yan and said something. What's that? It's just a mistake. Whose radish has such a big nose hair? Forget it, if you don't discuss such profound knowledge with my mother, you should nod it with a huff.

"Old man, how about we hang this painting by Master Yan in the house?" My mother picked up the work of Yan Liben, the new impression master of the Tang Dynasty, and asked her father happily.

"Well, let it go, you can do your own thing." The old man pretended to be impatient, and his excited eyes betrayed him. When he asked the elder brother, he realized that Master Yan's paintings were hard to find, and it was difficult for people to spread. Now even if Master Yan painted a pig's head, he would have to buy a golden pig's head. The elder brother and his sister-in-law looked at each other with a very sad look, and quickly pulled the elder brother to guarantee the bill. In two days, he would definitely give a picture of a crooked melon and bad dates made by Master Yan and his sister-in-law. Only then did they smile and claim in seconds.

The food that was already a little cold was still sweet...

The news period after the meal began, and the family discussed the atmosphere of Yan Guoshou’s visit. The old man threatened to go to court tomorrow to promote it. Yan Guoshou and his two gay brothers seemed to be very weak.

My mother pulled Master Yan's painting tightly, fearing that someone would suddenly snatch it away: "Jun'er, do you think you met the prince today?"

"Yes, after painting the portrait for Your Majesty, I met him, and the child also met Uncle Wei." He told his family what happened in the palace today. When I reached out and slapped King Qi, the family had a pale face, almost the same as the lime wall I had painted.

After finally finishing the story, my mother gasped and thrust me violently: "Why doesn't this kid have a brain? Can we fight the prince?"

"Nonsense, it's simply..." The old man shook his hands for a long time and glared at me hatefully: "Little beast, do you think there are not enough things in our family?"

"The child knew he was wrong, but he really didn't notice it at that time. He was angry and didn't say he was the prince." We were also wronged. If it weren't for Li Zhi's little boy, the King of Qi told me calmly that he shouldn't come to persuade him to fight. Maybe I would have been very gentlemanly and fairly with the King of Qi to deal with the dispute between the two parties. Who knew that when the King of Qi jumped out, he looked like a slouch. Anyway, he scolded me, and he wanted me to smile and greet others, so don't think about it! Of course, except for the old man and his mother who were breathless.

"Your Majesty, don't be angry, Your Majesty doesn't pursue it, why are you pursuing it? Besides, don't say it's Jun'er, who dares to point at me and scold me? I'm afraid I can't stand it..." While rejoicing my father, my mother threw me with a slut. Alas, it's okay to put on a very painful expression.

"Um..." The old man was angry and paused, his eyes flashed: "Jun'er, Your Majesty once told you not to let someone know what his responsibilities are for entering the Seoul House?"

"Yes, of course, if it were father," I was not finished speaking, but the old man stopped me with his eyes: "Your Majesty's instructions, you should obey it. Your Highness the Crown Prince asked you this time, probably... Oh, Jun'er, don't worry too much about your business. Now it's Your Majesty's world, not the Crown Prince."

"Kids should be remembered in my heart." The old man said just right. As long as Uncle Li is in one day, Uncle Li will have the final say in the world of the Tang Dynasty. The prince, the prince is the only one. If nothing else, wasn't Uncle Li a prince at the beginning? Under the disputes between the family, it's too bad to be a prince, but it's just a status. Besides, I am a time traveler at least, and the world is confident. This prince, I'm afraid the position under my butt should be moved.

"Hmph, it's just that my mother told my father that I won't get angry. If I put it on an outsider, it would be strange if I don't rush him into the gutter." She sat on the couch in anger, sipping a sip of wine, feeling the braised sheep belly, and bragging to the two girls.

"The master and his wife are for your own good, but that prince is too much. Master, please go and persuade me to fight, why should I scold you..." Green Butterfly, who was massaged on my shoulders, was very angry. From his expression and tone, he was already incompatible with the prince who dared to scold himself. He liked the current momentum of this girl.

He raised his hand and grabbed the girl's slippery little hand and put it to his mouth and kissed her: "I'm so good, I deserve to be our good girl, come and kiss one."

"Young Master! Oh..." Green Butterfly's face, which was successfully attacked by me, turned red instantly. Her hand was not strong enough to put it in my hand, and her little head kept drilling holes into me. She looked very shy. Green Butterfly was not very adaptable to being intimate with me, a handsome guy in front of others.

"What's the shame? Really, I'm sitting down. My husband is intimate with his wife and concubine. Who's the trouble?" He grabbed the little girl from behind, hugged her in his arms, looked at her pink face, her eyes closed tightly, her eyelashes trembled nervously, and her hands kept twisting.
Chapter completed!