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When little Baisha was brought to the living room, the candles were burning brightly, illuminating the spacious and luxurious hall brightly. There was already a child standing in the hall, with a thin body standing stubbornly. Hearing the movement at the door, he turned his head Glancing at little Baisha, under the brilliant candlelight, there is a boy who is about the same age as little Baisha.

"Little lord, have you been punished to stand by the city lord again?" Little Baisha asked, obviously this is not the first time this little lord has been punished to stand in front of the wall and thought about it.

"No!" The little lord frowned, and his stubborn voice was a little annoyed.

"Then what are you doing standing there?" Little Baisha asked curiously.

"Let's see when this big deer gives birth to a baby deer," the little lord replied earnestly, "Mom said, as long as the big deer gives birth to a baby deer, I can go to the flower market!"

"Uh..." Little Baisha tilted her head and recalled, she remembered that the picture hanging on the wall was a... stag resting leisurely, right?How could a male deer give birth to a fawn?

No! Even if it is a female deer in the painting, it will not be able to give birth to a deer...

But since it was the countess who said it, she definitely didn't want to take the little lord out to play in the flower market, probably because she thought her son was getting in the way by her side. After all, the countess was a famous romantic lady!

"Poor little lord..." Little Baisha said in her heart. She was full of sympathy for the little lord who was fooled by the countess. She didn't want a rag to fall on her face. A maid was carrying a heavy Seeing her staggering to catch it, she smiled maliciously: "Little Baisha, the big housekeeper said, wipe the floor clean now, only one floor is not thoroughly wiped." No light, no dinner!"

Little Baisha's face suddenly collapsed, listlessly like a beaten eggplant, she picked up the rag, picked up the big wooden basin, glanced at the wide floor, strode out the door, and walked towards the well, muttering mournfully. He said: "Hey... It seems that I will be hungry again tonight..."

"Poor little Baisha..." The kind little lord watched little Baisha leave, and sympathized with his good friend who was squeezed out to do hard work.

Sympathy is all sympathy, he moved his numb legs a little bit, he would rather wipe the floor than stare at the painting, at least the floor has a moment to be polished, and the big deer in the painting is lying motionless under the plum tree , ruminating leisurely...

wait!The little Lord suddenly opened his eyes wide, and stared at the prone sika deer in the painting for a moment. It... Its mouth seemed to move up and down just now. Is there anything wrong with regurgitating the cud?

how can that be!

The little lord is not stupid, how could the big deer in the painting give birth to young deer?Besides, it has two forked horns, no matter how it looks like a stag, how could he not recognize it?It's just that he has always been well-behaved and stubborn. He knew that his mother was full of deceitful lies, and he did not confront her. Instead, he stubbornly fulfilled the agreement with her. He stood in front of the painting from morning till night, hoping that his mother would repent. Yes, bring him by your side, and the mother and son can enjoy the family happiness of family affection in the blood.

I must be dazzled!

The little lord rubbed his eyes, and then took a closer look, with a disappointed expression on his face. The stag in the painting was still lying on his stomach without moving, his narrowed eyes seemed to be mocking his whimsy, and he couldn't help sighing. Take a breath.

Huh?The little lord rubbed his eyes again. The stag in the painting was lying under the plum tree and chewing the cud. He had been looking at it all day, and he could not remember it wrongly. The stag in the painting had its eyes closed and looked at ease. Appearance!

But... now it has squinted its eyes!There is still a hint of light leaking from the slits of the eyes!

"Ah!" After all, the little lord was young, he instinctively took a step back, and yelled out loudly.

"Your Excellency, what's the matter?" The two guards guarding the door heard his exclamation and rushed into the hall to ask.

The little lord looked at them in amazement, and then at the stag in the painting. He wanted to tell the two guards that the eyes of the stag in the painting had opened a slit, but...but they would Do you believe it?They will definitely answer, the stag in the painting has always squinted, right?

"It's okay." The little lord waved his hand, motioning for them to retreat.

It was probably because I was too tired that I lost my eyesight. It was strange to say that the little lord comforted himself so much. He stood and looked at the paintings all day, but nothing strange happened. But since Little Baisha arrived, He began to hallucinate.

What he didn't know was that our protagonist, Lord Demon, had turned into a wisp of black smoke and escaped from the shadow of Little Baisha, possessing himself in the shadow of Little Lord.

The devil is a guy who acts recklessly to the point of lawlessness. The evil deeds of killing gods and ghosts are too numerous to write down. There is nothing you dare not do. But after thousands of years of being free, I have never seen a male animal give birth to a cub. Woolen cloth!

He had a bad taste, and decided to let the plum blossom stag in the painting give birth to a fawn, to break the conventional cognition of mortals, to shock and shock their souls, and to make them have a deeper awe of the unknown mysterious power.

Having made up his mind, the devil's mouth evoked an extremely evil smile, and a wisp of gray smoke quietly merged into the hanging picture. The little lord was surprised to see the faint luster floating on the picture, thinking it was wind. He came in from the door and shook the candle, so that the floating light drifted on the screen, and he didn't care, after all, the stag's moving lips and squinting eyes were enough to annoy him...

But these troubles of his have not been eliminated, and even bigger troubles are rushing to his head and covering his face!

In the painting, the stag, lying quietly and prone under the plum blossom tree, suddenly stood up slowly, sniffed the twisted and intertwined roots, walked around the plum blossom tree, suddenly opened its legs, raised its short tail, A baby deer was born from the crotch and lower part!

The bloody fawn struggled, stood up tremblingly with the help of the stag, staggered and learned to walk, and its crooked steps were extremely comical.

However, the shocked little Lord couldn't laugh at all. In fact, he opened his mouth right now, but he couldn't make a sound, and his eyes were staring blankly at the picture. The scene in the painting is so shocking that I doubt my life!

"Ahhh..." The little lord's face was pale, and his little heart couldn't bear the too weird shock, so he yelled in a panic.

"Your Excellency!" The two guards rushed in again, scanning the surroundings with full vigilance. They were relieved when they found no danger, and put away their weapons. One of the guards asked with a smile, "Your Excellency, what are you doing again?" What's wrong?"

"The deer... the deer... has given birth to a fawn!" The little lord replied tremblingly, pointing at the painting.

The two unidentified guards looked at each other in blank dismay, what and what?

The little lord, who was anxious and pleasantly surprised, ignored the two of them, took off the painting on the wall, rolled it up indiscriminately, hugged it in his arms, and rushed towards the door.

"Your Excellency!" The two guards didn't dare to stop him, but they were ordered to protect the little Lord, so they dared not neglect, and immediately chased after him, and shouted anxiously after him, "Your Excellency, you Where are you going? Wait for us..."

"I'm going to find my mother!" The little lord shouted out of breath as he ran away, "Where is she? I want to tell her..." He hugged the painting in his arms tightly, and he wanted to The painting unfolded in front of her, letting her know that his sincerity had touched the gods, and the gods sent down a decree, and the stag in the painting really gave birth to a fawn!

The little lord just ran away, and bumped into Little Baisha who was holding a wooden basin full of water. Both of them avoided it, and they collided heavily, and the wooden basin full of water fell on the ground with a "crash". On the ground, the feet of the shoes, socks and trousers of the two were wet, and little Baisha was pressed to her unhealed little feet by the heavy wooden basin. She grunted in pain, with a little tear in her eyes, but she asked "Little lord, did you hurt yourself?" Anyway, the little lord's status in the metropolis is extremely honorable, let alone a fisherman's daughter. Even if they are the children of the royal family and nobles, they can only give in to the little lord, how dare they offend him?Let alone hurt him!

If she hurt the little lord because of her carelessness, his mother will definitely not let her go. Although the status of the arrogant and ruthless marquis is ordinary, she is the younger sister of the city lord who promises everything in the metropolis !

"I'm fine..." The little lord was also panting in a low voice. Although he was not hit by the wooden basin, the force of the collision between the two was very intense. He rubbed his chest and let out a breath of foul air, like a baby. Holding the picture scroll in his arms, he felt rejoiced, fortunately the picture scroll was not wet by water!

He was lucky, but the devil attached to his shadow was a tragedy.

Our demon lord claims to be a superior fetish, but how long has he been around the world this time?There were only two times in total, and I was completely chilled by the water!

In addition, even the body shape is inescapably revealed...

"Eh? Who are you! How did you appear here?" This was the surprised voice of the little lord.

"Not good! There are assassins!" These were the voices of the two guards who had just arrived.

"He's a trafficker! Everyone catch him! The trafficker has broken into the castle!" This was the panicked cry of little Baisha.

The demon who had lost his magic was standing wet behind the little lord, with no strength in his hands and feet, and he couldn't resist the two fierce guards approaching him. In a short while, he was pinned down by the two of them wrestling on the ground, and the ground sprinkled a pot of water The water that Little Baisha just fetched from the well is extremely dirty at the moment, the devil is so unsightly and stained with mud, and has become a prisoner in the dungeon of the metropolis in an embarrassing state.

Although the assassin who appeared out of nowhere was quickly subdued, the voice of everyone yelling at the same time just now alarmed the entire castle. The butler hurried over and checked carefully that the little lord was not injured before he calmed down his nervous expression. He scolded little Baisha: "How did you work? You wet your Lord's clothes!"

Little Baisha lowered her head, not daring to say a word of excuse.

"It's none of her business," the little lord hurriedly defended little Baisha, and asked the housekeeper, "Is my mother back?" He was eager to show his mother the painting in his arms, so that she would know his sincerity. The gods were moved!The metropolis is holding a grand festival these days, and there are many interesting programs in the city. The Marquise is very romantic and fun, and she leaves early and returns late. Even though it is already dark, it is possible that she lingers on and never returns to the castle. .

"The Marquise...seems like she hasn't come back yet..." the butler replied gently, and smiled at the disappointed little lord, "But the Lord Santo and Brother Hyacinthus have both returned, and the Santo has asked you to go to the dining room. Let's order dinner."

"Ah?" The little lord hung his head in a bit of embarrassment. Like everyone else, he was afraid of the city lord's uncle, but he liked Brother Hyacinthus very much. It was not the first time that he had dinner with them, but the city lord's uncle He believes in the dogma of "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep", and you can't make a sound when you eat, let alone talk, but he also wants Brother Hyacinthus to look at the picture of a stag giving birth in his arms!

Although he didn't want to eat with the city lord's uncle, the little lord didn't dare to disobey his order, so he had to go back to his room to change into dry clothes, and then followed the butler's footsteps to the dining room.

"Uncle City Lord..." The little lord stood in front of the majestic City Lord, lowered his head, and looked at the red upper.

"I heard that you have been forced to stand in the conference hall all day?" the city lord asked coldly in a plain voice.

"Yes..." The little lord replied obediently, hesitating whether to show the painting in his arms to the city owner's uncle for a look.

The city lord snorted and said to the butler, "Let's have dinner."

The butler responded, hurriedly walked outside, and ordered the maids to bring food to the table.

"Little lord, what are you holding in your hand?" Brother Hyacinthus patted his thin shoulder and asked curiously.

"Yes... yes... Lusheng..." The little lord was excited, he didn't know how to speak to let the uncle of the city lord notice the painting in his hand, Brother Hyacinthus rescued him.

Unexpectedly, his hesitation angered the Lord City Lord, and he scolded with a straight face: "What a man, he can't even say a word!"

The little lord trembled, and closed his mouth pitifully.

"Hey! You didn't scare me!" Brother Jacintos cast a sidelong glance at the serious city lord, and said to the little lord in a gentle voice, "What did you just say? A deer?"

"Yeah!" The little lord nodded heavily, glanced cautiously at the city lord's uncle, saw him staring at him, frightened and hurriedly unfolded the painting in his hand, and stammered, "The deer... the deer has given birth to a deer! "

Brother Hyacinthus looked at the painting curiously, what kind of deer gave birth to a deer?There is clearly only a prostrate male deer in the painting, how could a male deer give birth to calves?

The City Lord also glanced into the painting, frowned and cursed: "What nonsense! Put away the painting, sit down, and dinner is ready!"

What?The little lord also looked into the painting, his excited face gradually turned pale. On the unfolded painting, it was clearly a male deer lying down and resting under the plum blossom tree, but where did the birthing deer come from?