Futu stared at Su Jiaoniang, then glanced at Changsheng.
His eyes flashed, and he struggled as he recalled the words and actions of certain people in his memory. Then he said, "Mother, don't blame Brother Changsheng. It was Futu who wanted to go out. It has nothing to do with Brother Changsheng. Hit me! Don't make things difficult for Brother Changsheng."
Xiao Changsheng was deeply moved.
Su Jiaoniang's lips twitched slightly.
The little guy's behavior is getting more and more like a tease, but the emotion on Changsheng's little face is genuine. Su Jiaoniang felt a little sorry for Changsheng. The child has no idea that if the person standing in front of her wasn't her, and hadn't been exposed to various character settings and cultures, and didn't understand what tease means, she would have already started spanking Changsheng's little bottom.
After all, what does a little Buddha know? Would he do something like going out and causing trouble in the middle of the night? It must be because he was corrupted by an older immortal.
Su Jiaoniang scrutinized the little Buddha, wondering if the little fellow was genuine or just deliberately trying to gain sympathy.
She felt that young children wouldn't understand the meaning of "tea language," but this person was Futu, so it seemed that anything was possible.
Futu met Su Jiaoniang's gaze, his eyes blinking. His innocent expression held a resolute determination to take responsibility, and his increasingly healthy and handsome little face... Su Jiaoniang turned her back and punished the two children behind her: "Go to sleep, and you'll have to write twice as much tomorrow!"
Fu Tu's little face scrunched up; he wasn't afraid of writing.
But it took so long!
So many words!
Changsheng was almost in tears. As a child, who enjoys writing?
But what can we do? They're still children; they just have to obey.
Su Jiaoniang scolded the children, and once again decided in her heart that she needed to find a stricter and more patient husband, otherwise it would be difficult to discipline these two children together.
One dares to speak, the other dares to act.
One is a young emperor, the other is a major villain.
Who knows what kind of storms it will stir up in the future?
She glanced to the side and saw that Zhang Sanzhu was still awake. She frowned slightly, thinking about the persona she had created, and how she absolutely loved the dead Lu Wujiu.
Why don't we go to the grave and cry while the child is being disobedient?
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