hollow padded jacket

Another burning nightmare.

Bai Qingyang woke up suddenly, his back was covered with sweat.

He wiped the tears from his face, hugged the pillow and ran to the elder brother's room again.

Knocking on the door, Bai Qingyang lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, I want to sleep with you."

The eldest brother hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "You are already this old..."

"Brother—" Bai Qingyang raised her head, tears gleaming in her eyes.

The eldest brother's heart softened immediately, he pulled Bai Qingyang in, closed the door, and arranged the pillows: "Go to sleep."

This sleep is endless.

After Bai Qingyang came in with a pillow for three consecutive nights, the fourth night came with a servant behind him, carrying two boxes and a cabinet.

——This is planning to sleep here for a long time.

The elder brother's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything.

On this day, someone came into the mansion with a piece of porcelain bestowed by the emperor.

Not only are the bowls bestowed by the emperor exquisite, but they are also a symbol of holy favor. Some officials, after receiving the bowls bestowed by the emperor, wish to offer them in the high hall every day, so how dare they eat with them?

And what the emperor gave to the general's mansion was a large vase half a person's height, with complicated and gorgeous patterns on it.

Bai Qingyan's friend Zhu Gongzi saw it but insisted that there was a wrong hook in the pattern, and he insisted on using a gold thread pen to hook two lines.

Bai Qingyan glanced at him, and said coldly: "This is a vase bestowed by the emperor, if you want to change it, you will lose your tongue, so don't move it."

Mr. Zhu refused to accept it: "When I saw that stroke, I felt itchy, so I just changed it. Who would find out?"

Bai Qingyan was expressionless: "If you feel itchy, just scratch it yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Qingyang ran in from the door in a hurry.

He accidentally caught the threshold and fell to the ground. The fruit plate in his hand flew out, just in time, and hit a vase not far away.

There was only a crackling sound, and the vase shattered into pieces.

Mr. Zhu was simply dumbfounded.

Bai Qingyan quickly ran over to help his cheap brother up.

Bai Qingyang stretched out his hand aggrievedly, and a hole was cut there by the splashed fragments of the flowerpot, Bai Qingyang bared his teeth and complained: "What a broken vase,

It's so easy to break, it cut my hands off! "

Bai Qingyan looked distressed: "Go, brother will take you to the doctor."

Mr. Zhu leaned over to have a look, the corner of his mouth twitched, he patted Bai Qingyan's shoulder and said: "Go quickly, don't be too late, what should we do when the wound heals?"

Bai Qingyan didn't respond, she glanced at him, and dragged her brother away.

Mr. Zhu looked at the vase on the ground, and remembered that he wanted to add a piece of white inkstone just now and refused to let it go. Now, the whole vase was broken, but he went to see a doctor because of his brother's wound the size of a mosquito bite. He couldn't help shaking his head. sigh.

Why is there such a big gap between people?