As soon as he saw that my mother and I were determined to move to the Prime Minister's Mansion and could not be stopped no matter how hard we tried, my uncle felt like a snake that had been beaten seven inches away.
He immediately became anxious.
First, he He complimented me as much as he didn't want to, and he also complimented my mother's so-called extremely good upbringing that she didn't have at all.
"That's not what my brother said just now."
My mother tugged at her sleeves and smiled mockingly.
I saw my uncle Xiangguo first covering his mouth with his sleeves, coughing heavily a few times, and then with an embarrassed look on his face he pulled out a half-hearted fake smile, "Xu Yunan, you heard me wrong. , Brother said the same thing just now.
If my sister can raise such an outstanding child as Wuer, brother, I have to learn from you.
Another day, brother will send Sheng'er over and ask sister to hold him down and educate him well.
"Ichiban" "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, uncle is so shameless and yet so completely transcendent and free and easy, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with that bastard Jun Mo."
In my heart, I sighed secretly.
Afterwards, the uncle casually strayed away from the topic, insisting on encouraging that bastard Jun Mo to become an official in the court.
He also said that this bastard was a once-in-a-century genius and would definitely rise to the top as an official.
Of course, the uncle also Will be his Bole and help him fight his way through the court Jun Mo, the bastard, refused, causing his uncle's old face to stick to Leng's butt unexpectedly.
He only heard him say: "I am really lucky to be favored by the prime minister, but I am not talented. , what matters in my heart is by no means just listed in the name of the policy.”
"It is the greatest and most glorious ambition of a seven-foot-old man in his life.
Since Mr.
Jun has no intention of doing so, I don't know what Mr.
Jun has in mind."
The uncle frowned slightly and refused to give him any face if he dared to refute him.
With his face, this bastard Jun Mo is the first one.
If this bastard hadn't been so pretty, I'm afraid my uncle would have killed him directly, and even killed him extremely brutally.
Thinking of this, I had a vague feeling that my uncle really coveted that bastard Jun Mo.
Otherwise, how could he suppress his temper and tolerate this bastard again and again?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, my uncle is already quite old.
Although he is extremely sanctimonious, his reputation in the court and among the people is pretty good.
If my uncle really got together with that bastard Jun Mo, wouldn't that be a problem?
If we don't protect it at this late stage, the good reputation that we have worked so hard to maintain for so long will probably be completely destroyed.
My thoughts couldn't help but drift further and further away, as if I had seen the tragic ending of my uncle who was completely disgraced after hooking up with that bastard Jun Mo, was despised by cousin Su Sheng, and was severely spurned by the world.
I couldn't help but keep shaking my head, my heart There was an overwhelming feeling of sourness, and he pretended to hold up his sleeves to wipe away the empty tears on his face.
At this moment, that bastard Jun Mo suddenly opened his thin lips, stared straight at me and said, "Wu'er knows what is in my heart."
"What am I?"
I was suddenly surprised, and my chin almost hit the ground.
"Aside from eating, sleeping, thinking about things, going to flower houses with a group of dandies, leading my Sheng'er and Jie'er to ruin, and ruining our family to death, what else can he know?"
My uncle glanced at me with the utmost contempt.
His eyes were full of disdain.
That bastard Jun Mo smiled meaningfully at me, "Despite this, only Wu'er knows what's in my heart."
"Oh, my dear nephew, please tell me what Mr.
Jun is really thinking about, so that my uncle can see if you have made any progress in the past few days of getting along with Mr.
Jun."
Uncle Xi said Smiling.
"Uh uh uh uh uh" I scratched my scalp and looked pitifully at that bastard Jun Mo.
I really couldn't figure out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
"Wu'er, let's talk, sooner or later we have to face it," the bastard said to me in a persuasive way.
I held my trembling finger and pointed at Jun Mo, that bastard, and carefully tested, "Could it be that you are against uncle, against uncle?"
"Say it," the bastard said to me commandingly, his tone full of unquestionable determination.
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"This is not good, it's better not to talk about it.
My uncle is already so old and can't bear the slightest stimulation."
I looked embarrassed.
"It doesn't matter.
I'm already so old, and I'm used to being stimulated by you anyway.
Just feel free to tell me, nephew."
I saw my uncle calmly arranging his beard, with a calm expression on his face. .
That bastard Jun Mo frowned slightly, "Wu'er, should you say it, or should I say it myself?"
After hearing this, I wanted to immediately hold my chest and vomit three liters of blood.
This bastard is really sinister and sinister.
How could I say that?
Isn't it clear that he meant to embarrass me?
I don’t understand why he still harbors evil thoughts towards his uncle even though he is so old.
Could it be that he just wants to be fresh because of his heavy taste?
That's all.
Anyway, it seems that my uncle is quite interested in this bastard.
The two of them still seem to be sincere and like-minded.
Since they both dare to do such immoral things and agree to each other, they still insist on forcing me to help.
They pulled away this fig leaf, and then I simply became the beauty of adulthood.
After this beauty of adulthood, I thought That bastard Bi Junmo will never bother me again.
If I can get rid of that bastard Jun Mo’s piece of dog-skin plaster, I believe that even if I am dreaming, I will be able to wake up with a smile.
As for whether my uncle will be insured that night or not. , then I don’t care about it.
After all, they are in love and love each other sincerely.
They brought all this on themselves.
"Such words are not appropriate to put on the table after all.
Let's talk privately, privately."
I smiled with all my strength, and took my uncle's arm to walk out the door.
"No, my dear nephew, what's so sneaky about this, you just have to tell me," my uncle said as he shook off my hand.
Well, since my uncle is no longer so shameless, why should I have to eat and support him and take care of his old face for him?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel calm, so I took a deep breath, and then bravely said: "Uncle, this Young Master Jun, what is in his heart is you."
The voice became lower and lower, and became louder and louder.
The lower.
"Oh, what is the true nature of Mr.
Jun's good intentions?"
Seeing the uncontrollable proud expression on my uncle's face, there was also a hint of pride and wanting to tell the world.
I couldn't help but sigh to myself, thinking that after all, this was the result of reading poetry.
People who read books have different ideas So, so advanced, so uh, not in line with the secular world, even something that is not on the table, such as cutting off sleeves, can be shown off in a big way.
Such an unprecedented state of mind really makes me unable to do anything.
Looking beyond the ocean and sighing that it is beyond reach "Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uncle, you are well-educated, talented, knowledgeable, well-spoken, caring about the world, famous, mature, and talented.
More importantly, although you are a little older, you have experienced vicissitudes of life, You don't know how many people in this capital are overjoyed to get your handwriting.
They all admire you very much.
Of course, Mr.
Jun admires you even more, uncle.
It’s amazing, I’m so happy from the bottom of my heart.”
"Nephew, admiration is not for that."
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My uncle covered his mouth with his sleeve and coughed repeatedly.
In my eyes, he was a typical example of someone who got an advantage and behaved like this.
He was obviously overjoyed in his heart, but he had to show off like this.
He looked nonchalant in order to gain the envy of others.
I knew that this was vanity, and he wanted to gain more admiration through this.
So I continued to flatter them seriously, and helped them lift the fig leaf: "Uncle, don't be modest.
Uncle Wen Tao is so powerful.
He knows astronomy, geography, and the philosophy and psychology of the Yijing Bagua.
Simply one of the most talented You are a talented person, let alone Young Master Jun who admires you very much, even if I were Young Master Jun, I would definitely admire you very much."
As I said this, I gave my uncle a thumbs up, my face He tried his best to show his admiration.
"Wu'er, how can you bring something you admire or not and just use it randomly?"
my mother scolded me.
"Mother, my uncle and this gentleman love each other very much.
Just now, didn't you see that they were holding hands, so intimate, and they didn't care about the eyes of others at all, and they began to make secret glances in front of the public."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
My mother pinched my arm and smiled at my uncle.
"I'm not talking nonsense.
Just now, they have been hinting at me like this, and they still insist on asking me to lift the fig leaf for them.
The two of them are finally incomparable, and they can't live in two places.
This broken sleeve is also It’s not something to be ashamed of, it has been around since ancient times, such as Wei Linggong and Mi Zixia, Gongwei and Wang Qi, Qi Jinggong and Yuren, King Chu and Anling, King E and Yue, King Wei and King Longyang, Emperor Cheng of Han and Zhang Fang, and so on, they have long been It sets a precedent for my uncle."
I looked innocent and said aggrievedly.
I saw my uncle's face, first red, white, black, and then black, white, and red.
After the three colors alternated for a long time, he finally rolled his eyes and passed out immediately.
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