Be Good Chapter 112: If you say hit, hit hard

In Fengyi Palace.

The empress dowager, who was dressed in satin brocade and golden peony robes, leaned on the soft pillow, tapped the table top of the tea table with her fingers inlaid with gold silk armor, her eyes were half closed, and she was extremely graceful and luxurious.

"Nurse Lin, tell me, what's going on with Yuanyuan, it won't work after a few encounters."

And all of them were met by the men in a hurry, and they asked Miss Yuan to choose another husband, who was not good enough for her.

"Should the young masters get along with Miss Yuan and really find that they are not good enough?"

Nurse Lin can't say that Yuan Changhuan is wrong, "After all, Miss Yuan is really beautiful and beautiful, and the country is beautiful, and the ordinary Pingcheng noble son may really belittle herself."

"Hey, I don't know if Yuanyuan's appearance is a blessing or a curse." The queen mother sat up and looked at Nanny Lin, "No way, the people who were selected for Yuanyuan before, although they are beautiful and talented, they are not good enough Round."

"Reselect!"

"Yes."

Yuan Changhuan, who was leisurely watching her mother teach her brother Yuan Changhuan in Rong Yuanhou's mansion, did not know that another wave of sons of the rich and powerful in Pingcheng was waiting for her to see her.

Looking at the scene where my mother chased my brother around the yard.

Yuan Changhuan sighed.

Niangqin is really amazing.

The entire Rongyuan Houhou's mansion suddenly jumped.

My brother's miserable cry came from my ear, "Oh, mother, stop beating me, I won't dare again."

"If you are told to drink flower wine, if you do not learn well, I will beat you to death!"

"Mother, oh!"

Yuan Changhuan sat on the stone bench beside him, drinking tea and eating snacks, enjoying himself leisurely, "Mother, on the left, yes, yes."

"That position hurts the most."

Half an hour later, the panting, blue-nosed and swollen-faced Young Lord Yuan Xiaohou lay in the middle of the yard, "Mother, you don't slap people in the face, how can I see people like this."

Madam Yuan sat beside Yuan Changhuan, her posture was elegant and dignified, she sipped a cup of hot tea, and said slowly, "Your face is also given to me by my mother, so I can hit you whenever I want."

"Do you have an opinion?"

Looking sideways at her son who stood up while supporting the tree, Mrs. Yuan looked leisurely.

"Don't dare." Yuan Changqing quickly waved his hand, mother's attack was too ruthless.

"Do you dare to go to that kind of place in the future?"

"Don't dare!"

Passing the bruise on his face, Yuan Changqing gasped, "Hiss, it hurts."

Madam Yuan waved her hand, and said angrily, "Ink ink, go and give me some medicine."

"Yes!" Shui Mo ordered, and immediately supported his young master to go back.

Yuan Changhuan had a smile on his lips, "Mother should teach my brother a lesson, so that my brother will not lose his memory."

"Don't think mother doesn't know, why did your brother offend you?" Mrs. Yuan took a breath, blowing away the tea leaves floating on the tea water.

After teaching the son, he began to interrogate the daughter again.

Madam Yuan sighed lightly, she was worried about one or two of them.

Yuan Chang, who was seen through, hugged his mother's arm happily and rubbed against him, "Mother, what can I do."

"Didn't you go to see the champion today? What's the result?"

Recently, the empress dowager chose these for her own daughters, all of which were noble sons of Pingcheng. Madam Yuan didn't say she liked them very much, but she didn't object.

Slapping his legs, Yuan Changhuan suddenly remembered, "I almost forgot to send someone to explain to Qi Zhuangyuan!"

Hearing her daughter's words, Mrs. Yuan poked her forehead, hating that iron could not be made into steel, "You, you."

Yuan Changhuan blinked, and comforted, "Mother, don't worry, just let someone go to Qi Mansion to say something."