On the one hand, he is well-guarded, on the one hand, he teaches him to be civil and military.

The white pheasant still lives in the White House, and the Oriental babies will also enter the palace for a few days from time to time to accompany the daughter to talk.

The DPRK-China affairs are still represented by the Eastern Mu, but his age is already high, and the two previous heavy blows. At this time, the body is already inferior to the former and cannot bear the entire mission.

"Grandpa, you see that you have lost a lot of laps, but you can't do it any more." Bai Hao handed the hand-made soup to the face of Oriental Mu.

Dongfang Mu was hungry. When he took it, he poured a big mouth and sighed: "Is there any way. Now that the new emperor is young, Meng Nan has just entered the palace. I am still observing him. I can't hand him the state for the time being."

Bai Yu advised: "Since I have already planned to use him, why bother to hesitate? As the saying goes, the employer is not suspicious, and the suspect is not used."

How does Oriental Mu do not know this truth, but this is not something else. This is a national event.

"In this way, wait another ten days, and I will make another decision after ten days."

Bai Hao took him no way, had to supervise him to drink the soup.

With the palace lady back to the White House, I saw a little bit of a small point in the door to visit, not others, it is the little emperor wearing a new emperor.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" She is not used to calling such a small child, or she is more close to her.

Chu Yu heard the sound and hurriedly turned back, seeing it was white, and the red face fluttered on the small face immediately: "White sister."

She touched her little face: "What's wrong? Is there anything to find me?"

My nephew is only three years old, and I still say that it is unfavorable, but I can express my meaning roughly.

"I am hungry, very hungry and very hungry." Yu Yu took a small mouth and looked at the white pitiful.

The white-eyed look at the imperial palace of Chu Yu: "What happened? Did the emperor not eat?"

The palace man was so scared that he said: "Go back to the goddess, the emperor he refused to eat."

White 芷 frowning: "Don't call my mother, call me girl." She is not the queen of Chu, nor the Queen Mother, naturally can not be called the goddess

"Yes, girl!"

"Why don't the emperor refuse to eat?" asked Bai Yu.

The palace man did not dare to say that he had lowered his head.

Chu said: "I don't care about their affairs, I don't want to eat, it's too bad."

Too bad to eat? The royal chef in this palace, but the elite chef carefully selected among the chefs, he said that it is not good?

"Children can't picky eaters, or they won't grow taller."

Chu Yu seems to enjoy the feeling of being touched by white, and his eyes are stunned: "Sister, it is Nange who said that the dumplings made by her sister are the best food in the world, sister, what is the dumpling?" Chu Yu seems to never Having said such a long sentence, I broke it in the middle several times, and finally said it all.

It turned out that Meng Nan said, no wonder.

"Come in, my sister will make dumplings for you today."

She extended her hand to Chu.

Chu Yu happy to grab her finger, happy eyes turned into a small moon.

I also laughed at the palace people who followed Chu, who had not seen the little master so happy for a long time.

There is a small kitchen in the White House, and things are also in order. She asked the palace people to play with Chu, and went to the kitchen to make dumplings.

This little guy is still so small, and he has already put on such a heavy burden on his shoulder.

And this burden is still pressed by her own hands, and my heart is very embarrassing. I hope that I can make up for this child with her little time left.

She not only made dumplings, but also made a variety of fancy little steamed buns. It can be used as a snack to stay up all night, good-looking and delicious.