A delicate green plum dressed as a traitor

Chapter 262 No One Is Perfect
Suddenly lowered his eyes, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "I have no father or mother. I grew up in the Ye Mansion since I was a child, and I have no possessions. Thanks to everyone's support, I am already very satisfied. My father was originally a lieutenant general. But because I... um."

A weak little hand covered his mouth~
The little girl's spring onion fingers are like orchids, slender and soft, with a pleasant faint smell, puffing into her nose.

The little treacherous minister looked at Ye Zhi with wide eyes, why did he cover him? ? ?
At the same time, her delicate face was a little hot.

Ye Zhi didn't let go, and retorted: "Xiao Chen, don't say that. You are the most powerful in my heart. You know a lot of things, such as writing beautifully, and you are the most powerful among us. Smart, although you didn't do anything big to shock us, but no matter what, you are the best."

"Isn't there a poem called: Is the golden scale a thing in the pool, it will transform into a dragon when it encounters a storm. You are this image in my heart."

After finishing a long list, she gently put down her hand covering the other party's mouth.

call!Is the golden scale a thing in the pool, it will transform into a dragon when it encounters a storm, this poem was taught by Master Qin yesterday, so it will come in handy soon~
At this time, Mouzhi was very proud of herself, she must be very good at reading.

The little treacherous minister was a little disappointed when his little hand left his mouth!

Changzhou stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Shen, three divisions are planned according to the plan, and there is a feather in the eternal sky. Seeing Yilu between the brothers, the commander is sure to lose Xiao Cao. The drunken moon hits the sage frequently, and the lost flowers are fine. Your Majesty. The high mountains are safe to look up to, and you can only bow to the pure fragrance. Jiao Sui's five fights are outstanding, and his eloquent talks and eloquence amaze the four feasts."

Ye Zhi was at a loss, these seemed to be compliments, she just said, why did Changzhou say so much, is this an insult to her? ? ...

The atmosphere that had been depressed just now suddenly improved.

Unexpectedly, Shen Chen, who was strategizing, scheming, and winning thousands of miles away, would worry that his friends would look down on his background.

Sure enough, no one is perfect, not everything is perfect!

This also brought Chang Zhou and Xiao Li Qian closer to him. The previous Xiao Chen had a vague and indifferent aura, which seemed to isolate everyone except Ye Zhi.

Now, Changzhou and Xiao Liqian felt that maybe they were thinking too much.

Xiaochen is cute, but also a child of the same age, okay?
Xiao Liqian stepped forward and took his hand: "Brother Xiaochen, it's good that you don't dislike my scar on my face."

The little treacherous minister was startled, pulled out his little hand that was being held, and said to him, "I don't dislike it."

Why do you withdraw your hand if you don't dislike it? ?The noble eldest prince suddenly turned pale like a frost-stricken eggplant.

Seeming to see his doubts, the little treacherous minister patiently explained: "I just don't like contact with people."

The noble eldest prince expressed doubts, just now Ah Zhi covered your mouth for a long time, didn't you see you resist?Usually Azhi pulls your hand, and you don't resist. Do you really dislike contact with people?
Ye Zhi nodded in agreement with the little treacherous official's words, and said crisply: "Oh, Xiaoqian, Xiaochen doesn't like others touching him, so don't touch him."

The little boy who was named looked at the little girl with his mouth curled up, his big black eyes aggrieved: "Okay, sister Ah Zhi."

It looks very cute.

It made Ye Zhi want to reach out and touch his head, but she had just told him not to touch him, she had to establish a good impression herself, and if she didn't take any action, she would kill the idea in the cradle.

(End of this chapter)