The battle of steamed buns

Looking at the lively little-faced man, Baoer was completely excited, and her eyes were full of excitement at the grandfather who pinched the face. It is estimated that now in her heart, the grandfather's status has been close to her father.

"Grandpa, you are so awesome. Come and teach me how to pinch it. Baoer wants to pinch a father, mother, and brother."

Grandpa handed the face to her hand and smiled more and more kindly: "This is a craft passed down by the ancestors. If the little girl wants to learn it, she will not be able to learn it in ten or eight years. Ha ha, this face grandpa will give it to you. Go and play."

Mu Qingya looked at Duanmu Lingyu with a smile, and her eyes were full of jokes. If Baoer really went to learn to pinch sugar people, it is estimated that he, a father, would definitely drive out all sugar sellers in Kyoto.

Receiving Mu Qingya's eyes, Duanmu Lingyu's face became darker and darker. He raised his hand to signal Wu Ping beside him to take out the money and buy all the sugar people, and then said to the coveted Baoer, "Baoer, do you see? As long as you have money in your hand, you can buy as many sugar people as you want, so Baoer root You don't have to bother to learn how to pinch. You can let people pinch you all day long.

Originally, the people who saw Bao'er's lovely appearance and onlook around him looked at Duanmu Lingyu with reprimanding eyes and muttered uncontrollably. The doll was clearly the same as the fairy in front of Guanyin. How could there be such a father, with a smell of copper all over his body? Alas, it's a pity that he fell in love next to him. The beautiful woman.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt that I was much nobler and walked to the side one after another. Wei Xi and Leqi hid aside, lowered their heads and blushed. Since the birth of Princess Baoer, there have been more and more opportunities for the emperor to be stupid. Alas, I really don't know whether this is good or bad.

Baoer looked at the sugar man in her hand and didn't know what she thought of. She sighed a little and pulled her brother forward. Duanmu Lingyu was stunned, glanced at the old man who sold sugar, and asked Wu Ping to send more money and follow the footsteps of Baoer with Qingya.

But I didn't expect that as soon as I took two steps forward, I was stopped by a woman dressed as a maid.

Wei Xi and others quickly gathered around Duanmu Lingyu and others to form a protective posture.

Duanmu Lingyu frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

The maid bowed and saluted, but she looked arrogantly: "This young man, my lady invited me to get together upstairs."

A smile flashed in Mu Qingya's eyes and moved slightly to the side. Duanmu Lingyu sensed her movements and immediately pulled her over and held her hand tightly: "Get out of the way."

Pressed by Duanmu Lingyu's cold momentum, the maid's face turned pale: "Don't be arrogant. My lady, please be blessed by you for several lifetimes. Humph, do you know what my daughter is?"

"I really don't want to know who your lady is. After all, I haven't seen the lady who can invite a man upstairs." Duanmu Lingyu's words were full of contempt and disdain, which suddenly made the maid forget her fear and blushed with anger.

"You are really ignorant. How can you judge my lady at will?"

"Bold!" Baoer ran over and stared at the talking maid, "You bold slave, how dare you talk to my father like this and let my father kill you."

"What an unbred girl, I don't know who will make you like this." With that, the maid's eyes skimmed Mu Qingya.

Duanmu Lingyu's eyes darkened, and the smile on his lips became bloodthirsty and condensed. He was really bold. No one dared to talk to him like this for a long time, and his words were even aimed at Qingya and Baoer. Such a person should not stay in the world.

"Where is your young lady? Take me to see her."

The maid thought that her words finally shocked the man in front of her, and the arrogance in her eyes became deeper and deeper. She looked up and snorted coldly: "Follow me."

Bao'er jumped angrily and wanted to call someone to punish the maid, but she was stopped by Duanmu Jinchen: "Bao'er, don't worry. My brother will punish her for you. Now she is not in a hurry. Dad wants to see the maid's master. Let's go and have a look. Dad said that the grass will not be eradicated, and the spring breeze will blows again, so..."

Bao'er's eyes rumbled, and finally nodded with a smile, put the sugar in her hand into Wuping's hands, and followed her brother upstairs.

As soon as I walked into the Tianbao Building, a second child greeted me respectfully at the door: "Miss Ziqin, you are back. If you need anything, please feel free to tell the little one."

The smile in the eyes of the maid called Ziqin became more and more obvious. She took out a purse from her sleeve and threw it to Xiao Er, with a proud expression: "Go down."

Duanmu Lingyu and Mu Qingya naturally ignored her. If it weren't for punishing the so-called young lady behind her, they wouldn't have been upstairs at all.

The second floor of Tianbao Building is a separate elegant room. The environment is particularly comfortable, but if you have money, you can come up. However, the third floor is a place that completely depends on power. If you don't have power, even if you are extremely rich, it is difficult to climb up. The maid leads everyone to the third floor.

Walking to the door, Ziqin turned around, glanced at the veiled Mu Qingya and the twins holding hands, and looked at Duanmu Lingyu with a very ignorant look: "This young man, my lady only invites you, and the people behind you don't have to come in. Besides, no one can come up to the third floor. Of."

Duanmu Lingyu's eyes are more and more gloomy, and the storm in his eyes can even swallow people up. Everyone in the palace knows the consequences of offending the empress and the two little masters, which is much more serious than offending the emperor, because if you offend the emperor, you will die at most. If you offend the former, you will definitely give birth. Better than die.

Mu Qingya didn't care much. After all, she is a person who has nothing to do with her. There is no need to care more about anything at all. The two little buns are very angry.

Baoer pushed the maid away directly and kicked her on the door behind her: "Well, I see who dares to stop me... Miss Ben!"

Ziqin was defenseless for a moment and took two steps back. She stepped forward to pull Baoer away. Before her hand touched her, she was pinched by Wei Xi and immediately screamed in pain.

"Gone go, you bold thief..."

"Hmm."

Naturally, someone opened the door where Princess Baoer wanted to enter. The dark guard immediately went forward and pushed the door open. The woman sitting in red turned her head in surprise, and a trace of jealousy and disgust flashed in her eyes.

"Who are you, privately..."

"Is it you, a bad woman, who wants to seduce my father?" Bao'er came in with her little hand on her back and asked the woman.

"Your father?" When the woman frowned slightly and turned her head, her beautiful face also appeared in front of the crowd.

Mu Qingya took a look at her, took Baoer's hand, and comforted the angry little bag. She didn't care about the woman who coveted her husband at all.

Bao'er rubbed beside Mu Qingya, her eyes full of grievances, and looked at Duanmu Lingyu with big eyes, waiting for her father to avenge her and her mother.

"This young man, the little woman just saw that Ling Yan was quite cute, so she wanted to invite the young lady to come and get together. In addition, today is the Flower Festival, and it is fate to meet. Prince..." The woman's voice was extremely pleasant, her speech speed was not fast, and her voice was particularly gentle and melodious. If she just listened to this, she really thought her purpose was particularly simple.

Duanmu Lingyu didn't mean to appreciate it at all: "Which one are you from?"

The woman was stunned and didn't know why the man in front of her asked such a question: "My father is the secretary of the Ministry of Ceremonies."

"Oh, Shangshu of the Ministry of Ceremonies turned out to be Guo Yu's daughter. I remember that Qingya, let's go. There is nothing interesting in this Tianbao Building. Baoer is not angry. Dad will take you to play."

Mu Qingya looked back at the woman with a pale face and moved slightly without saying anything. She took the two steamed buns and went out.

Ziqin came in and said an anguishly with her painful wrist, "Miss, those people are so abominable that they don't talk about Miss so much."

The woman turned around and stared at Ziqin fiercely: "Shut up!"

"Miss..." Ziqin was shocked by her slightly ferocious look and knelt on the ground with a plop. "Miss, forgive me, my maidservant is wrong."

Guo Yiran sat in her seat tremblingly, with cold sweat on her head: "That person is the emperor... That person is actually the emperor... It's over, I..."

Ziqin trembled when she heard a few words: "Miss, the identity of the young man just now..."

"His name is Qingya... Today, the name of the queen is Mu Qingya."

"It's not necessarily, just in case..." Ziqin didn't want to believe this fact. Her legs were as soft as mud. She had just said a lot of rebellious words, and those words were enough to make her die.

Guo Yiran smiled bleakly: "He also called that child a baby... Today, the queen gave birth to a pair of twins..."

A master and a servant nervously and desperately guessed their own ending, and Duanmu Lingyu and others were not affected at all.

"My father is a bad man and doesn't punish that person." Baoer took the lead in asking questions.

Duanmu Lingyu pinched her little nose: "Little girl, Dad will definitely help you vent his anger. His father is Guo Yu, and Dad will let him go home tomorrow to raise his daughter."

Baoer was satisfied and turned her head to look at the surrounding scenery happily.

"Qingya..." Duanmu Lingyu looked at her.

Mu Qingya smiled slightly, and her expression was full of silent trust: many things sometimes do not need words or explanations, just trust is enough.

Everyone sat down in the White Crane Tower, and the two steamed buns leaned against the window to look at the scenery on the street, their eyes full of amazement. Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded, and then a strange and familiar voice remembered:

"I haven't seen you for a long time, Qingya."