Money-loving baby: mother, who is father

Chapter 112 Results
Hearing the lyrics and music he sang, Ning Ningshuang lamented that this man is a bit talented, but this man must have too much emotion. Hearing this way, he must see through the world of mortals!

The audience didn't buy it very much, especially the male audience, they all said that this little boy was too pretentious, and they all shouted for him to get off quickly.

After Duan Yanyan finished playing and singing, seeing the reaction of the audience, he first sighed, and then said: "You vulgar people, how can you understand the mystery of this?" After finishing speaking, he walked away and left. Bamboo Pavilion.

Ning Ningshuang stared at the back of this person in amazement, this person walked too gracefully, did he come to invite relatives?How did you go so fast?
The second one is that Wang Ye. He didn't spare his martial arts, and performed a boxing technique for everyone, which won the applause from all the halls.

The third one is Chen Hao, that wealthy businessman Chen Hao looks like an illiterate person, his forehead is sweating faintly, it seems that he is not confident about this competition.

"Ah... ah... let me recite a poem for everyone." Chen Hao coughed softly a few times: "It's so hard to start a family and start a business. My old lady makes me want to cry. Every girl wants money, which makes me want to cry."

As soon as the words fell, everyone burst out laughing, this poem is too special!Not only does it not rhyme at all, but it is very straightforward.

Ning Ningshuang couldn't help laughing, this man is too funny, it seems that he was forced by his mother to participate, it seems that rich people are not necessarily happy!
Xiao Bao burst out laughing loudly: "Mummy, this person is so funny, he is less educated than you."

Leng Ningshuang, who was smiling at first, was shocked by Xiaobao in an instant. She looked at her son helplessly. It seemed that she had to establish her own image in his son's heart in the future.

That Chen Hao was embarrassed by everyone, scratched his head for a long time, and then walked off the stage in despair.

The fourth performer was Xuanyuan Wentian. Seeing that he was holding a flute, Ning Ningshuang came on stage, and then remembered that Xuanyuan Wentian is proficient in rhythm. Last time, he only heard a short piece of his own playing, and he was able to play it immediately. , it seems that the strength should not be underestimated.

Xiaobao was very excited, and smiled brightly: "Mum, look, daddy is here! Dad is so handsome, is this going to perform Xiaosheng?"

Xuanyuan Wentian held the flute to his mouth, opened his lips lightly, and began to blow. The sound of the flute immediately rang out. As soon as Ning Ningshuang heard the first sound, she looked over in disbelief.

What this man was playing turned out to be the return to Dream Immortal Tour that he played last time. Ning Ningshuang listened carefully, and seemed to be right and wrong. That song of his was obviously sad and beautiful, but Xuanyuan Wentian didn't know where he had changed it. There is a different taste.

Listening to Xiaoyin, the people present seemed to have entered a dreamlike fairyland, wandering in it and thinking about it, and the corners of everyone's mouths curled up.

At the end of the song, the audience burst into applause, as if they were all overwhelmed by the sound of Xuanyuan Wentian's flute. Some people were even reminiscing about the feeling just now and did not respond.

Xuanyuan Wentian seemed to be very satisfied with everyone's affirmation of him, and immediately his eyes fell on Ning Ningshuang, his beautiful and deep eyes were raised, as if he was talking.

Ning Ningshuang also smiled back, this Xuanyuan Wentian, how many things he didn't know, could play such a magical tune.

Xiao Bao looked at his father adoringly: "I have decided, I will learn how to play the flute with my father in the future, and then I can attract many, many little girls."

Ning Ningshuang turned her head abruptly, and said helplessly, "Xiaobao, you are too mature, you are so young, what are you doing to attract that little girl?"

"At that time, I asked them to buy candied haws for me to eat." Xiao Bao took it for granted.

Ning Ningshuang looked at Xiaobao dumbfounded, thinking that her son had awakened so early, but all she wanted was how to eat candied haws.

At this time, Jiang Yuanchen also appeared on the stage. He ordered the people to bring a table with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it. He held the pen in one hand, swiped the pen, and hurriedly wrote on it.

Afterwards, the servants picked up the paper and showed it to everyone in a circle. Those who read it all sighed: "Good writing, good writing, and this poem is also good. This young man is really talented."

Leng Ningshuang stood on tiptoe, wanting to see what it was. When she really saw it clearly, she couldn't help being dumbfounded: "What is this? I can't understand it at all, it's like a ghost drawing."

Indeed, the characters above are indeed vigorous and powerful, and look majestic, but why don't I know any of them, aren't they Chinese characters?
"Mommy, you've exposed your ignorance again." Xiao Bao looked at Ling Shuang with contempt: "This is authentic cursive script. Judging from the finished product, it should be top-notch."

Being criticized by her son, Ning Ningshuang felt a little guilty, and immediately asked, "You know?"

"Of course!" Xiaobao patted his chest: "These things are not a problem at all."

"Then read it to me." Ning Shuang looked at her son suspiciously, and then looked at the words again: "Don't read indiscriminately, your mom doesn't know how to read, but she can still know how to count."

"Hibiscus and golden chrysanthemums are fragrant, and the weather is like Chongyang. The autumn scenery in the distant village is picturesque, and the mangroves are sparsely yellow. The flowing water is light, the sky is long, and the road is vast. With high eyesight, when the swan geese come, they will think infinitely."

Xiaobao read it word by word, and the poem seemed a little out of place when he read it out with his immature voice.

Originally thought that Xiaobao was just bragging, but he didn't expect to read it out, Ning Ningshuang was a little surprised, and began to re-examine his son.

Congealing Shuang's eyes turned and fell on Xiaobao: "When did you learn this? I have been with you all the time, why didn't I know that you also know calligraphy."

"Mum, you don't know me too well. I'm a genius. I can't forget everything. I learned these things very early." Xiaobao said exaggeratedly.

Ning Ningshuang nodded seriously, thinking, it seems that the son he gave birth to is a genius, and he must cultivate it well in the future.

The last one to appear was Chu Li. His silver-white robe was very eye-catching. At this time, he curled his lips and said to everyone: "All that can be shown has been shown. It seems that I can only dance swords for everyone."

Chu Li's robe is very loose, and when he dances, he flutters with a grin, and his gestures are all floating and agile, and the silver sword light shines in the hall.

Chu Li was able to attach spiritual power to the sword body. In Chu Li's hand, the sword seemed to be alive. With his clothes on, the scene in the eyes of everyone was extremely beautiful.

After the sword dance, everyone didn't recover for a long time. They didn't know who was the first to applaud, and everyone's enthusiasm was instantly ignited.

Ning Ningshuang was unmoved, and said directly: "Monster!"

For this Chu Li, Ning Shuang didn't have the slightest affection in her heart. If her grandfather hadn't stopped her, she might have already started a fight with him.

After all six people were displayed, the rest of the time was for the public judges to vote. They wrote their favorite names on the paper, and then handed it over to the servants, and then those people went down to count.

(End of this chapter)