Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

At this time, taking advantage of Song Xuewei to go out to participate in the group match, Zheng Zihao and his wife Qian Jinyin were plotting about Redstone.

Qian Jinyin snorted, with a mean tone, "You are the future Patriarch of the Zheng family, and the father-in-law is too biased. What can a girl do?"

Zheng Zihao agreed.

It turns out that the estrangement between the two because of Jung Ching Yeon has disappeared, and the relationship is quite close.

"If you want me to say, the husband is no worse than anyone else. Song Xuewei said that she is a lucky star, talented and intelligent, and in the end she can still have the ability to inherit the Zheng family? Isn't her husband afraid of a baby girl?"

Motivated by Qian Jinyin's words, Zheng Zihao's forehead bounced with blue veins, clenched his fists, and said in a firm tone: "I will check this out. Anyway, the benefits of Redstone must be mine."

Qian Jinyin nodded in satisfaction, and coaxed Zheng Zihao well after a few flattering words.

Speaking of investigating, Zheng Zihao has never been the master of the house. He has no abilities. Zheng Ting doesn't use his son much. When he really needs manpower to do things, he still has to hide from Zheng Ting.

The host of the Boyang House is not at home, and the people are working in an orderly manner. They still keep an eye on the three people who didn't sell their bodies yesterday.

Sima Cheng has had the habit of getting up early to exercise since he got better.

When the sky was bright, he hit a set of punches and practiced a set of swordsmanship.

I used to be in poor health and always wanted to learn. I could only watch my father practice eye addiction. Later, I realized that I had no chance with these, so I stopped watching, but those moves were clearly printed in my mind and I never forgot.

After the morning exercise, he ate the deep-fried juniper and eggs that Ran Ran had given him, and used some of the side dishes to fill his stomach and send Ran Ran away. Sima Cheng began to deal with things.

As a gradual playmate, he has a complete arrangement of things in the house.

Unfolding the paper, lifting a pen to write something, there was a knock on the door.

Ping An didn't wait long, the door opened, and upon a glance, there was a tall, black-faced teenager standing inside the door.

"What's your name, Xiao Hei, right? The little lord goes out, and you can't be idle. You are making cats or kites, and you can play when the little lord comes back."

Ping an elated and complacent, as the representative of the servants, he took the lead to stare at the little black.

Sima Cheng: "..."

Ping An took him to the garden, "Here is the grass, pull it up by yourself."

Sima Cheng frowned slowly, then turned around and asked, "Is there a nine-link?"

Ping An found Jiu Lianhuan and saw Sima Cheng obediently learning to dismantle Nine Lianhuan, and went out with satisfaction.

When Ping An left, the hands of Jiu Lianhuan slowly fumbled, making it hard to see the movements.

Sima Chenghe thought about things with his eyes, his hands kept moving.

In the case of Redstone, a scapegoat had to be found, otherwise Wang Fugui would have to plant it in.

It was found out that he did not do it, and he couldn't resist the anger of the Zheng family.

Take action to protect him, it is easy to be exposed, not to protect him...

Subordinates still have to guard.

Sima Cheng put down the disassembled nine chains, thinking of Jiang Zhile's words-'There are two more mice in the yard, pay attention.' In all likelihood, these two people were sent by the Zheng family. I don't know what he thought of. An unpredictable light flashed across the opened black eyes.

It has entered the winter, and the trees in the garden where the competition is held are not thin, and they are all green. These are the leaves made of silk by the maid and tied to the branches. The flowers in the garden are intertwined, some are true and some are false, lifelike and indistinguishable.

Every short distance, a stove is placed, giving birth to a sense of warmth.

Not only does everyone feel cold, but there is also some heat. Impetuous, anxious, nervous, agitated... and so on.

A total of three sticks and half incense, it is almost impossible to distinguish the authenticity of a hundred items in this short period of time.

This competition seems to be a comparison of eyesight, but in fact it is not just that.

A hundred items, it is impossible to think about them one by one, carefully determine, there is not enough time.

Part of the test is the aristocratic cultural literacy. Seeing the direct senses of this thing, it is cultivated by gold and jade, and there are many good things to see, and there is a feeling.

Part of it is learning, and some are invisible, and need to be discerned and carefully observed.

The other part examines the mind, where there is willingness and gain, and where there is willingness, there is gain. Points are counted according to the number of correct answers, one point is counted for one correct answer, and one point is deducted for a wrong answer. It is impossible to get points by guessing.

The light smoke from the incense burner turned into a thin white mist when it met the cool air.

At this time, Ran Ran and the others can go up and observe.

Those who are good at books go to the book side, and those who like to paint come first to the painting side.

Naturally, you can't speak and communicate, nor can you walk in groups.

Ran Ran can't go with Miss Sister.

The child stood up and looked hesitant, as if he didn't know where to go first.

The most people go to the painting side. When everyone sees Song Xuewei's painting, they quietly write down the serial number of the painting, which is true.

Ran Ran took a look at her small body, and saw that the little brothers and sisters were taller than her, cheeks bulging.

Thinking of my own plate, I walked directly to the porcelain place with my short legs.

Ran Ran saw the thin-necked bottle, and thought this flower arrangement was beautiful, and when she saw a jar, maybe the pickles were delicious.

She wandered around very fast. She remembered what Uncle Dan said. Looking at the feeling, she felt that good-looking is true, not good-looking is false, expensive is true, and less expensive is false.

Ran Ran has no burden, happily admiring these porcelains. After reading the porcelain, I went to see the painting again.

There were many people standing around Song Xuewei's painting, for no other reason. This is Master Wenzong's painting. Master Wenzong's paintings are outstanding, but few have been handed down, and countless people flock to it.

However, these people blocked Ran Ran's way of continuing to look at the painting.

There was a distressed look on the child's face, and she couldn't speak. She looked at her small body, with a happy look between her brows, and squeezed in along the gap, taking a look at the painting, not interested in retracting her gaze from the other side of the gap. Squeeze it out again, and then pass this wall of flesh smoothly.

The other people saw the nimble Ran Ran, the corners of their mouth twitched, and a trace of envy grew in their hearts.

"Is this kid here to play? Just look around, and she just wandered around?"

"There is only one Song Xuewei who knows how much a child can understand. No one can be a lucky star."

Everyone saw Song Xuewei's previous atmosphere in their eyes, and now they see her calmly, with extraordinary tolerance, and love and envy in their hearts.

The clever ones are all the children of others, looking at their own, the comparison is almost indifferent.

Seeing the three-headed body walking slowly with short legs, I just feel very funny in my heart.

"The first two rounds of this child are also a fluke, this time it will definitely not be made." Someone shook his head.

As soon as the three sticks of incense arrived, everyone returned. The female officials gave birth announcements, and there was half a stick of incense time left for everyone to answer.

Banxiangxiang time is enough for others, but not enough for Ran Ran.

Xiaopang held the pen in his hand and wrote stroke by stroke. The writing was still neat, but the writing was not fast. Zai didn't realize that he would not finish writing, so he didn't panic if he didn't know, and wrote patiently one by one.

Waiting for others to finish writing neatly, frowning and thinking about uncertain, slowly writing. Ran Ran was still writing when the others put aside the pen and stopped moving. When the time is almost up, the child is still writing.

The little face didn't panic at all, and looked calmer than anyone else.

When the female officer Wang said to stop the pen, Zai held the pen in a daze, then put it down blankly.

Simayue finally couldn't sit still, and she leaned in to pat her shoulders, showing a like-minded smile, "We won't, but don't panic, it's pretty good."

The child looked up at Sima Yue, as if he had just reacted, and was a little nervous before finishing writing, pursing his mouth and glanced aside.

The boss is calm.

The boss is not panic.

Ran Ran pretending not to panic, nodded to the little sister with a guilty conscience, and indirectly admitted a fact that made the cub rejoice--

The cub is a big brother.

The big brother cub put his hands on his knees, sitting upright, feeling very serious, and listening to the majesty's name with his ears upright.

"The first name, Song Xuewei, got 94 correct answers and 4 incorrect answers, totaling 90 pieces. A top."

"The first name, Song Ran, got ninety-one correct answers and one wrong answer, totaling ninety. First."

"Three people, Zhang Yawen, got 90 correct answers and 2 incorrect answers, a total of 88. A middle."

"..."

Kang Mao's eyes were gloomy, and there was almost no conspiracy written on his face.

Deng Dan was angry and funny, "What can there be a conspiracy? Is it possible to collude with everyone to know in advance? We still provide the other 20 items."

Deng Dan stopped him, and Kang Mao slowly calmed down. He seemed to realize that this was impossible. He could earn 90 and he couldn't do it by cheating.

Deng Dan smiled appreciatively and said: "This child is talented in this aspect, and Boyang Hou still loves this daughter."

Talents also need to be cultivated. It is not that they have seen too many and cannot be estimated so accurately.

Put Ranran into the warehouse to play casually. Song Shubai and You Rongyan, who had been brought to the Treasure Hall to continue to play, looked proud and screamed at Jiang Zhile, "Look, I taught it! It's me! "

Jiang Zhile: "...Congratulations."

The people around were stupefied by this result, and it took a long time to recover.

In this round, there were two firsts! ! One of them is Song Ran!

In the past few years, there were rarely more than 90. In recent years, there has been a Chen Wenshu.

Song Ran and Song Xuewei are second.

Those who are above ninety are top A, and those who are below ninety, even if they are the first name, they can only get top A.

The rest of the people didn't know if they were shocked by the two firsts, or because Song Ran was shocked by the first.

A tie, another tie. Song Ran lingering in the shadows.

Song Xuewei almost couldn't maintain the calm on her face, she hung her head slightly to block the unwilling expression on her face.

The lingering wild species... She should have been killed in the first place, and shouldn't be brought to the capital. If she exposes the truth, can this wild species still be a noble girl? Everything was given by her, and it was so arrogant.

Song Xuewei didn't know whether it was mostly regrets or hatred. She suppressed this idea forcibly, and if it was exposed, what the Zheng family did would also be exposed.

Going back to have lunch and sleep beautifully, the big brother cub is about to usher in the second round of competition.

"You have to be the first place to be martial, and you won't be glorious if you win." Someone couldn't help but complain before Ran Ran.

The cub doesn't know what it means to win without fighting, but he probably knows what disgrace is.

Ran Ran's eyes were full of confusion, "Why not glorious?"

"Song Xuewei tells everyone in advance whether the painting is real or fake. If you don't say, you will definitely make a mistake and you won't get the first name."

Ran Ran held up two small fleshy hands and spread them out carefully so that the young lady could see clearly.

"Rainly glorious." The child said every word.

The little girl who came to complain was a little dazed. Seeing these two little hands, white and tender, she couldn't help but poked. They were soft and slippery, a little touchy, a little cute, and she subconsciously retorted:

"Where is the brilliance? What is the brilliance?"

Ran Ran felt that this young lady did not have a big boss, she was not calm, the big boss was calm and self-confidence: "Look! Ran Ran has short hands! Small hands! Slow writing!"

"You have big hands." Ran Ran shook his head and sighed, "Hand writing fast, Ran Ran is the most glorious!"

In the shocked and confused eyes of the young lady, Ran Ran said sincerely: "In fact, Ran Ran really doesn't want to be brilliance. Ranran likes long fingers. Short hands are the most annoying! Why do we have to make Ranran brilliance?!"

The cub who failed to finish the answer sheet twice had a deep resentment.

The rest of the eavesdroppers:? ? ?

What a shameless cub!

Seeing that he was taller, bigger, and longer than the cub, and deeply doubted himself for a long time, it seemed that what the cub said was a little bit right?