Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 117 Encounter in the Garden, Murong Simiao
"Did you call me?" Murong Jingxue asked with a frown.

"Of course there is." The little fat man raised his voice, then pointed at Qian'er, "If you don't believe me, ask her."

Murong Jingxue looked at Qian'er, who nodded vigorously.

"I don't know what you're thinking, you're so engrossed in your thoughts, you didn't hear me yelling so loudly." The little fat man complained angrily.

"What did you call me?" Murong Jingxue crossed her arms and asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing." The little fat man shrugged, "I just wanted to play with you."

Murong Jingxue stared at the sky speechlessly, boy, do I know you very well?

"Looking for me? I heard you right, I remember last time you said you were going to sue me." Murong Jingxue narrowed her eyes slightly and said thoughtfully.

"I didn't go to sue you. If my father found out that I sneaked out to play again, I would definitely be scolded by my father. I'm not that stupid. I ran to him to talk about this matter on purpose." The little fat man smiled. Said.

Murong Jing gave him a white look, "I don't have that time to play with you, you can play by yourself."

"Fifth Sister." The little fat man trotted behind Murong Jingxue, calling out aggrieved.

"You have so many older sisters, go find them to play with you, I won't accompany you."

"No, I don't want to. They are not fun at all. Every time I play with me, they deliberately lose to me. I don't want to play with them." The little fat man pouted and said, "I want to play with you."

Murong Jingxue stopped helplessly, and said impatiently, "Why do you have to play with me?"

"Because you're smart!" The little fat man answered as a matter of course.

Murong Jingxue frowned, what kind of logic is this?

"I heard from my mother that you rescued sister Lianxue when she was wronged last time. Mother said that you are our family's great benefactor. You are our family's great benefactor. Of course, it is also me, Murong Simiao. My great benefactor, I will only let you play with me from now on." The little fat man patted his chest and said, "How is it? Am I very interesting?"

Murong Jingxue really couldn't laugh or cry, she really wanted to open the little fat man's head and see what was inside?What a weird kid.

"Thank you, it's just that I don't have time to play with you. I still have things to do. Can you go and play alone?"

"I don't want it, I want you to play with me, Fifth Sister, will you play with me?" Seeing that Murong Jingxue was about to leave, the little fat man quickly grabbed Murong Jingxue's dress, shaking it constantly, acting coquettishly .

Murong Jingxue really convinced him, looking at the girls and servants who passed by, the corners of Murong Jingxue's mouth twitched, it seemed that he had to find a way to distract him, otherwise he might not be able to keep pestering him for long .

Thinking of this, Murong Jingxue's head suddenly lit up, and asked with a straight face on purpose, "Then let me ask you first, have you finished your homework?"

The little fat man nodded desperately, and said triumphantly, "It's all done, and I can recite everything my master taught me."

"Then I'll test you. If you can answer the question, then I promise you to play with you, okay?"

When the little fat man heard it, he immediately became interested, and asked anxiously, "What's the problem, what's the problem?"

Murong Jingxue smiled slyly, and said unhurriedly, "Sun Tzu's Art of War should be memorized, right?"

The little fat man patted his chest and said, "Of course."

"Okay, then I'll make a puzzle today. I want you to guess a line from Sun Tzu's Art of War. If you guess it right, I'll play with you. But if you can't guess it right, then you can just go back and think about it slowly. When did you think of it, when will you come to me, do you understand?"

"Understood, I'm sure I'll be fine." The little fat man assured me confidently, "Daddy says I'm smart, don't worry, your problems won't trouble me."

"Okay, then I have a question." Murong Jingxue smiled, saw the little fat man nodded, and said slowly, "My question is: Men are superior to women."

The little fat man's face changed, and he murmured, "Men are superior to women, guess a line from Sun Tzu's Art of War..."

Seeing him lost in thought, Murong Jingxue quickly left with Qian'er.

(End of this chapter)