"Senior Brother, waaaaah..."
Xiao Xuan immediately started throwing a tantrum and bursting into tears.
The voice was mournful, as if the person's parents had died, instantly killing their appetite.
The otherworldly Nangong Liuli sat under the eaves, looking at the unparalleled wise and ruthless emperor who now seemed like a child... and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
Unable to bear his junior brother's pitiful wails any longer, Changsheng finally mustered his courage, raised his head, and said, "Master, it's rare for our junior brother to come back. Why don't you put him down and have a meal with us?"
Qin Shou looked at Chang Sheng, thought for a moment, and said, "You want to plead for him?"
"Uh-huh. "
Changsheng nodded.
I thought to myself, my master will definitely give me this much face.
"Waaaaah, it's still my senior brother! I'm so touched!"
Xiao Xuan was in tears, thinking to himself, "My senior brother is still the best. After all, I was raised by him with my own hands, and he raised me from infancy to adulthood."
Seeing this, Qin Shou put down his chopsticks and sighed, "Alright, since your Senior Brother Changsheng has pleaded for you... then you two brothers can keep each other company."
The next second, Changsheng, who was still eating, suddenly found himself tied up and hanging from a tree.
? ? ? ?
Changsheng was stunned for a moment.
"Master, what are you doing? I'm your dearest eldest disciple, and I haven't even had a proper meal yet!"
Changsheng blinked his big eyes, tears glistening, trying to awaken his master with love. But the next second, a gust of wind blew him around under the peach tree.
"Master, Master, stop spinning! My head is spinning..."
The immortal wailed.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Xuan obediently shut his mouth and stopped talking.
"Hehe, Black Rabbit, one less one to compete with the geese for meat."
Yi Cheng whispered to the black rabbit.
"Mmm, hehe."
The chubby little black boy chuckled foolishly, then continued to gnaw on his meat.
"Master, I've reported that this turtle is eating meat and spitting out bones, it's such a waste! Hang it up quickly too."
"Ichiro pointed at Master Roshi and shouted."
“............”
Master Roshi was immediately stunned and exclaimed, "Wow!"
......
After lunch.
Yi Cheng directed Black Rabbit to wash the dishes, while she lay down under the big mulberry tree, patting her little belly contentedly, and fell asleep.
After bitterly consuming thirty bowls of rice, Little Fatty hung under the tree and fell asleep.
After all, fish also need a midday rest.
Da Mei quietly lay on the stone table under the tree, repeatedly copying the poems written by Qin Shou.
He thought his master's handwriting was beautiful.
Changsheng said that he was very tired from carrying the stone tablet and being suspended, and that his bones were about to fall apart. He asked his master to be considerate of the old man.
Qin Shou thought about it and agreed, so he let Changsheng go back.
Xiao Xuan, knowing his own limitations, stopped begging for mercy and waited for his master to calm down before putting him down.
The afternoon sun was still a bit warm. Xiao Xuan, dressed in a bright red robe, strolled leisurely under the peach tree, providing shade for Da Mei, who was diligently writing below.
A gentle breeze blows, carrying a melancholy autumn air.
However, the scene on Turtle Mountain was full of springtime charm and warmth.
Qin Shou lay back on the bamboo chair under the eaves, swaying gently.
On the small red clay stove next to it, a pot of plum wine was being warmed.
"Ripe plums fall into the wine glass, their fragrance intoxicating and delightful."
In the afternoon, dark clouds obscured the blazing sun, and a light drizzle began to fall intermittently over Turtle Mountain.
Qin Shou picked up his wine cup, drank a cup of warm plum wine, then leaned back in his bamboo chair and dozed off for a moment.
Da Mei, standing beneath the peach tree, seemed to have forgotten herself, lost in the beauty of poetry. Xiao Xuan did not remind her, but simply spread out his bright red robe to shield Da Mei from the pouring rain.
Little Fatty wasn't so lucky; he got soaked to the bone by the drizzle blown by the slanting wind.
But the fish, drawn to the water, slept even more soundly.
Da Bao, perched on a bamboo branch, held an unopened bag of snacks, waiting for Yi Cheng to come and share them with it.
They made a promise to eat together every afternoon.
It can't be opened until the orange arrives.
But Yicheng hasn't come yet, so Dabao grumbled and walked out of the bamboo forest, found Yicheng lying asleep under the mulberry tree, and patted her little belly.
Perhaps Yicheng was sleeping too soundly, for she was still chuckling foolishly in her dream.
Da Bao wiggled his bottom, picked a large lotus leaf, and sat under the mulberry tree, holding an umbrella over Yi Cheng's exposed little belly.
......
As evening approached, the sudden rain subsided.
It was a bit cooler on Turtle Mountain.
Qin Shou loved the changing seasons, so he never deliberately tried to protect this small hill from their influence.
Perhaps it's because of the rainy season that people are prone to drowsiness.
Qin Shou first walked to the mulberry tree, picked up the dangling little fat girl, and put her in the spirit pool. She automatically transformed into a koi carp, gracefully swam under the lotus flowers, and continued to sleep.
Then I put Yicheng and Dabao back into their respective nests.
"Da Mei, are you still copying poems?"
Qin Shou walked to the peach tree, a gentle smile spreading across his face, more beautiful than any peach blossom on the mountainside.
Da Mei looked up, stretched, and then, as if waking from a dream, saw that it had rained on the mountaintop, and then the rain stopped.
"Searching and searching, feeling desolate and lonely, sad and miserable."
When the weather is unpredictable, with alternating periods of warmth and cold, it is most difficult to find peace of mind.
.............
The paulownia (and peach blossoms) are accompanied by a fine drizzle; at dusk, the raindrops fall, one by one…
Da Mei muttered happily, an indescribable beauty emanating from her brownish-red amber pupils.
Qin Shou looked at the little girl with genuine joy.
She is gentle and unassuming, quiet and refined, beautiful both inside and out.
It's much better than Little Fatty, who weighs 30 pounds but has a 32-pound rebellious traitor.
"Da Mei, you must be tired after copying poems all afternoon. Go and take a rest."
Qin Shou stroked the little girl's head and said with a smile, "I'll teach you to play the piano another day, okay?"
"Uh-huh. "
Da Mei nodded, folded the ink paper on the table, and skipped away.
Qin Shou smiled as he saw Da Mei off, then turned around and his expression changed.
"Traitor, get down here."
He waved his hand, removed the restrictions on Xiao Xuan, and put Xiao Xuan down.
Then he walked to the bamboo chair under the eaves and lay down again.
"Hehehe, Master, I knew you cared about me."
"Come, let your disciple give you a shoulder massage."
Xiao Xuan lifted his calves with a "da da da" sound and ran behind Qin Shou, then began to fawn over him.
"Master, how was my strength? Was it alright?"
"Should we go with a heavier weight or a lighter one?"
"Master, I'm not afraid to tell you, but when it comes to massaging shoulders and legs, I'm not a professional."
“............”
Qin Shou rolled his eyes again, "What the hell are you showing off for, you're not a professional?"
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