Xiaomomo's poem was written on a double-sided handkerchief.

There is a blue bird embroidered on the front, but instead there is a four-line poem written in ink.

You are a bun and I want to eat it.

You are a book and I want to read it.

I think about it day and night,

May I turn into a blue bird to protect you.

This poem...

Although it wasn't too neat, Xiao Fugua immediately felt the urge to write an eight hundred-word poem.

He even wanted to reply to a poem, but later felt that this was not prudent enough, so he changed his approach.

In his reply, he highly expressed that Xiao Momo's request for progress is allowed, but writing poetry and the like is allowed, but he cannot fall behind in work classes. In the future, he should do less useless things like the female chef in the kitchen, read more books, and write more.

Poetry, striving to be the most knowledgeable and talented woman in Beijing.

Xiao Fugua wrote back and said that he thought Xiao Momo had potential in this area, and at least his handwriting was very nice. He thought it was good. When he came back, he would bring some gifts to the Fucha family’s elders and brothers. He gave a list of

There were piles of little combs, little baskets, little buckets, little spades, etc. There was no one that Xiao Momo didn't like.

After replying to this letter, it was getting dark. Little Fugua said that she was tired and did not ask the palace maid to wait on her. She had been frightened for a day at the age of twelve and wanted to sleep. Of course, no one dared to force a wave of waiters on her. The palace maid was very excited.

Even though I feel wronged, there is nothing I can do about it.

Xiao Linzi didn't let her go back to sleep, and asked her to stay with him at night, sitting on a chair across a wall. The palace maid also thought, anyway, Long live the Lord gave himself to the young prince, so it's okay not to sleep now.

If you want to accept your own, it is better to be obedient and serve you well, and you will have a bright future in the future.

At eighteen, she was six years older than Xiao Fugua, and she didn't dare to want to be favored. As long as she married a WS old man in the same palace as her companions who were almost thirty years old, the treatment would probably be a hundred times better.

Little Fugua went to bed with the finely crafted bluebird handkerchief with a poem written on it that Little Momo had given him. He put the handkerchief beside his pillow and fell asleep quickly.

Little Fugua felt like she was holding Little Momo in her arms at night. Little Momo was white, fat, soft and fragrant, and he also listened very well. She blushed and asked to help him take a bath, and wiped him with a blue bird handkerchief.

Her body was rubbed lower and lower, and Little Fugua was ready to scold her for being bold, but her voice was stuck in her throat and couldn't come out...

Xiao Momo has gone too far. She can do such shameless things. He, he, he is really angry.

The two of them lowered their heads together, and Xiao Momo innocently and considerately said: "Little Fugua, you are swollen..."

Little Fugua suddenly felt that there was a fire in front of him, and there was a spray.

Ouch ouch ouch...

So comfortable.

Then he woke up and realized that he had wet the bed, which was terrible.

Although he had received an education, it was very incomplete and unsystematic, so he still needed a guiding maid to drive him. But now, he seems to understand everything.

Little Fugua woke up and asked Xiao Linzi to fetch some water. He wanted to change clothes.

Xiao Linzi doesn't understand this. He has been purified since he was very young, so he has no urge to do so yet. However, he has also been taught by Eunuch Xi, so he probably knows something about it. The master is about to become an adult.

He was a little worried, because the master didn't use women, and he didn't know if it would hurt his body.
Chapter completed!