Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

"I hate the third brother, let me go, my ears are going to break."

I couldn’t detect the complicated thoughts of the adults around me. The small group wrinkled the small face and impatiently waved the hand that held his ear. Of course, Ling Wu was only symbolic, and he did not really follow himself. The younger brother is vindictive, the small group that breaks free from the ears, and stands on his opposite side with his hands on his hips: "Who wants to rob the wife of the third brother? The family wants to grab the emperor brother."

"The emperor's brother is my wife. I booked it when I was five years old."

Ling Wu also childishly bowed his head and deliberately stared at him. The little scorpion squinted his eyes and suddenly asked, "Is the emperor brother a wife? But what is the wife? Eat?"

"bump!"

"Haha."

After a long time, he didn’t figure out what he was fighting for. Ling Wu immediately became a beggar, and almost didn’t fall down. Fortunately, Yan Xiaoming behind him grabbed his waist and pulled him to his leg. Sitting up, the adults in one room smiled and the old ones disappeared cleanly. When it comes to funny, their family’s small group thinks they are second, no one dares to say that they are the first. Pure natural metamorphosis is not called fake.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh, brother, you haven't answered people yet."

"Well, my little troupe, you will be happy, don't abuse your third brother again?"

Seeing everyone laughing more than an exaggeration, the little scorpion is not happy, and Ling Jingxuan can not help but pull him into the arms, the small squad does not carelessly squirming the fleshy body: "Don't be embarrassed, People also want to know what the daughter-in-law is."

If it is delicious, he also wants the emperor's brother to be his wife.

"Oh, the daughter-in-law is not eating or playing, you don't need to understand now, you will know when you grow up."

Can not stand the restless small troupe, Ling Jingxuan bent his fingers and knocked on his head, the creepy little scorpion stopped decisively, and looked up at his eyes and asked: "Really? Really can't eat." ?"

"Really really can't eat."

Facing his stupid eyes, Ling Jingxuan nodded helplessly, he was defeated to him, but then again, should you be able to eat it? It’s just that this is something to eat.

"Will the emperor's brother still like small dumplings in the future?" Look at the emperor's brother who is holding the third brother next to him. The little troupe asks innocently and stubbornly. This is the most important thing.

"Of course, our small group is so cute, the emperor brother will hurt you forever."

Ling Jingxuan did not have a say in this question. He was answered by Yan Xiaoming personally. To be honest, Xiaowu was shocked by his obsession. He thought that he should have forgotten it in the past few years. Didn't he think? ? However, now he will not respond, and will not make a decision. Xiaowu is less than ten years old. If his choice remains unchanged after ten years, he will respond to him and give him what he wants. He has never been. I can't bear to reject the demands of my younger brothers, and this does not affect his favor with other younger brothers, especially the youngest squad.

"Hey, the emperor's brother is the best."

I got a satisfactory answer. The little group didn't forget to wear him a high hat. He held his Ling Jingxuan and didn't swear at his head: "Little bastard, you can give your third brother gas, be careful, he won't hurt you." Don't bring you back with good food."

Ling Wu himself is a foodie, so every time someone asks him to be a guest, as long as he finds something delicious, he will make a package for the family to bring back, the small group favorite is his third brother.

"Hey? Is the third brother angry?"

"amount"

Well, Ling Jingxuan admits defeat, there is no more natural belly than their small group. The other side of Ling Wu is also uncomfortable to turn cold, but the lips are holding a naked smile, who said he will not Did you bring the little dumplings to eat? He is a younger brother, and he must be kept for him.

"In the middle, Wang Ye Wang Hao, the world is in the middle?"

When the family was joking, I went back to watch the list and returned on Tuesday. I haven’t seen him yet. The inexplicable voice has been heard in the ears of the people. The elders of Ling Chenglong and Wang Jinyu all stood up excitedly. A few small buns, such as Ling Wen, who had been calmly determined, finally shifted their eyes to the door.

"Congratulations to Wang Ye, the first son of the world!" The carriages did not stop and they ran in from the outside and happy to give them a happy birthday on Tuesday.

"Good boy, the nine-year-old twins are incredible!"

"Xiaowen congratulates you!"

"Twin, is a twin, Long brother, have you heard it? Our family Xiaowen is also alive!"

"Great, great??"

Less than ten years old, the test was only in the top of the twins. The family was so excited that they could get up. Ling Wang’s sisters couldn’t help but cry, even though they said they have nothing at home. When children grow up so much, they are still too excited to be themselves. The nine-year-old twins can’t be said to have never come before, but it’s definitely the only one in the DPRK. Xiaowen really gave them a long face.

"Father, oh, I am successful in the first step."

Compared with the excitement of the family, Ling Wen himself is quite calm, and the rolling peach eyes look at his father Wang Hao for a moment, and he is one step closer to Daguaner!

"Well, it’s done well."

Yan Ruirui unabashedly gave affirmative eyes, Ling Jingxuan smiled brightly: "Two years later, Jieyuan, three years later, Huiyuan, champion, you will be rounded up without accidents?" Until now, he finally Knowing the plan of his big bun, it turned out that he was aiming at the first place. They still wondered if they didn't test it, how to comfort them.

"Ok"

Without too much language, Ling Wen just nodded his gaze. From the day he was studying, Sanyuan and his first goal was his goal.

"Oh... I can imagine the situation two or three years later, but it is still the same sentence, do not read the dead book, to integrate the knowledge in the book with what the reality has learned, summing up your experience and life experience. ”

This result is not in his expectation, but it is not so unimaginable. His big buns have never been defeated, aren’t they? Moreover, he is more serious than anyone else in the matter of learning.

"I will."

Ling Wen's surprisingly serious and determined, perhaps the experience of childhood is too much too special, don't look at his young age, his thinking is more mature than many adults, plus Yan Yirui Ling Jingxuan and other people's perennial influence, even let him go to test now The imperial examinations, perhaps the results will not be too bad, learning, not by their own efforts, the impact of the surrounding environment often occupies a large proportion, he is a smart child, he works hard, the surrounding environment is good, nine years old It is not so unimaginable to be admitted to a doctor.

"What about other people? Xiaowu, iron baby and Shangshang, what about them in Dashan?"

Retracting the line of sight placed on his son, Ling Jingxuan decisively shifted his attention. Others heard the words and brushed their eyes on Tuesday. Their hometown test was not just a small text.

"Longevity and Dashan are the same as the test children, and they are also the second and third. The seventh is the birth of the young master, and the younger son of the singer, the younger brother of the Qingqing family hangs on the tail, and the little tiger is not in the middle. Wujun Wang? This, the examiner has something. Let the slaves bring back to the prince."

This group of children are all good, even the youngest Shang Shizi is in the middle, the little tiger is not because he is not in love with the King of the County, when he said that the king of Wu County, Tuesday, the forehead can not help but some cold sweat, Hurry up and hand the thick envelope that the examiner gave him. Although he didn't read the contents inside, the examiner seemed to be waiting there early, and at a glance he recognized him as Jingyun Mountain Villa. Man, privately gave him the envelope, and said something? ?

"The examiner also said that he invited Wang Ye and Wu Jun Wang forgiveness. This time it is a liberal arts examination. The answer sheet is very interesting, but it cannot be used as a answer sheet."

When I thought of the examiner, I repeated it on Tuesday. He always thought about what it meant all the way. I haven’t thought of it until now. I want to come, the answer should be in that envelope.

Ling Jingxuan, who took the envelope, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the little buns that clearly avoided their eyes. They pulled the envelopes with small dumplings, pulled a thick stack of rice paper from them, opened the rice paper, and wrote a big national character in the place where they looked up. There is no more word in the other. It is obvious that this is their examination paper. But the small buns have not answered a word, nor have they submitted a blank scroll. Instead, they have drawn a lot of pictures below, and the sheets are uncovered. Each of the above pictures is a different picture. Without exception, the pictures on the picture are all snoring pictures. Ling Jingxuan’s face slowly shows a smattering smile. No wonder the examiner will say that if it is Wu The examination of the subject, then his papers are undoubtedly perfect, but unfortunately, they are taking the liberal arts.

"So, did you take the Wenke as a martial arts exam?"

Handing the stack of drawings to Yan Ruirui, Ling Jingxuan looked at his little buns with deep and unpredictable look.

"That? The question is not the country. Is it the same to defend the country by force? And the current situation is only a violent storm. I think about it, I still think this simple and rude way works best."

Do not dare to confront his old man, Ling Wu hides behind the whisper of Yan Xiaoming and said, he is not a doodle, all of them are the military books he has seen together, and he and his father are with them on weekdays. The theory of speaking and the essence of his own understanding, he really did not take the imperial examination as a play.

"I see you are arguing that the world is in chaos?"

Without a good look at him, Ling Jingxuan helped the amount, big bun aimed at the big official, even if the little buns are not bad at all, honestly, he is not accusing the child, just faintly distressed, why is it so good? of? If you don’t pay attention, the little life will be finished. If you can, he doesn’t want him to go to the battlefield in the future, but he also knows that he can’t stop it, and he won’t stop it, because it’s the dream of a little buns. Oh, the only thing that can be done is to support him.

"The picture of the platoon is good, but it is less bloody. It needs to be exercised on the battlefield. Xiaowu, in addition to learning Wu, I let Yan Yi tell you what is the real war."

Yan Ruirui, who had carefully read it, gave affirmation. Every picture was well painted, not only according to the rigid copy of the military book, but also combined with the terrain and other elements of the border. It must be said that his son is indeed very good. The potential of the generals is only that they need to be honed and practical.

"Really?! Great, thank you father!"

Sweeping the previous winch, Ling Wu excitedly jumped three feet high, don't look at his young age, he knows that the Three Kingdoms and Beiman will have a hard battle sooner or later. Before that, he will grow up quickly and absorb as much as possible. Knowledge, in the future he will go to fight with the father and the king!

"Don't be too happy, the war is not a joke. We are fighting to protect the country and defend the country. It is not an increase in killings, Xiaowu, war is not a joke, blood flowing into a river, piles of bones, every war You can't forget the original intention of our war. If you can do it, I will teach you how to fight in the future."

Yan Ruirui’s expression can’t be said seriously. His son used to be a general. Although he stopped, he did not make a clear statement. In order to wait for him to mature and understand things, war is not a play, not a fight.

"Ok"

To his eyes, the little tiger looked superb, burning and shining, Yan Ruiru turned to look at Ling Jingxuan, the husband and the two reached a agreement without words, since he is so determined, then they have to do their best to train him.

"Uncle Jiu, this answer I will bring back to the palace."

After reading the drawings, Yan Xiaoming also swept the previous ease, and his expression was dignified. At this moment, he really realized that when he was a child, the little boy who always wanted to marry him as a wife was unconsciously long. When he is older, the maps of these platoons he painted are undoubtedly perfect. He wants to bring them back to collect them. This is the first time that Xiao Wu has shown his talents. He does not want to let others see it.