Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

Hearing this, Ling Jingxuan felt tight in his heart, and hurriedly hugged his son to comfort him, and then coaxed and persuaded: "Father and father want to wash up, will the little dumpling help us prepare breakfast?"

"it is good!"

The little dumpling was very happy to be able to help daddy with things. The little Danfeng had bright eyes, and after agreeing, he climbed down the room with all his hands and feet, and his movements were combined in one breath, with an indescribably smooth speed.

"What a nimble little fat man."

Looking at his small figure running out, Ling Jingxuan leaned against Yan Shengrui's arms and chuckled. In a blink of an eye, their little dumpling was four years old, and the happy time was really unconscious.

"He only has this advantage."

With that said, Yan Shengrui's face is full of infatuation. Compared with Ling Jingxuan, he is more fond of his son, especially the little dumpling who looks very similar to Jingxuan. If you want the moon in the sky, it is estimated that he will accompany him to pick it off.

Chapter 626 Inheriting the Mantle? sad yanji

When Yan Shengrui and the others went out of the room, it was almost half an hour later. The little dumplings who had already made Song Shuiling prepare porridge, steamed buns and side dishes were impatient. It is estimated that he went to their room for the second time to urge him. Since Ling Jingxuan was injured, the little dumpling who has always played by himself seems to be getting more and more clingy.

"Daddy, you are so slow, the vegetables are cold."

He rushed over and hugged Ling Jingxuan's thigh, the little dumpling raised his head and complained dissatisfiedly, Yan Shengrui next to him took the lead and picked him up: "Didn't you like to eat cold dishes recently?"

Even though it is the end of September, the daytime in the south is still very hot, and the little dumplings who are afraid of heat want to eat cold food all day long. In recent months, their family eats all kinds of cold dishes the most.

"That's different. Cold dishes are cold dishes, and cold dishes are cold dishes."

Xiao Tuanzi retorted subconsciously, Yan Shengrui freed up one hand to pinch his nose and deliberately harassed him: "What's the difference? Isn't it all cold?"

"Anyway, it's different. The father is bad. I don't want you to hug me. Let me go."

The little dumpling was angry, and the fleshy little body was squirming in his arms, almost not falling, Yan Shengrui helplessly put him on the chair: "My little ancestor, don't be petty with me. Come on, I'm just kidding you."

"Who asked himself to provoke him?"

Ling Jingxuan shook his head amusingly, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating, Yan Shengrui innocently touched his nose, why did he feel that he was losing more and more status in front of his wife and children? Are you considering boosting Fugang or something? "Daddy, eat a meat bun, the little meat bun made by Sister Shui Linger is delicious."

Seeing this, the little dumpling ignored his father, and reached out to give his father a xiaolongbao. Of course, he didn't forget to put one in his mouth, even though he seemed to have just eaten breakfast.

"You can eat less, why didn't you see Liu'er and the others?"

Ling Jingxuan really didn't know how to educate the little dumplings about the greediness of eating, but seeing that he eats so deliciously, he can only say a word. Although he often shouts about letting his son lose weight, he really wants to deduct his food. A distressed absolute is himself.

"My sister is going to practice calligraphy again."

When it comes to this little dumpling, there are all kinds of awkwardness. The two calves are shaking all the time. What is the fun of practicing calligraphy? Brother Shu and Brother Huai practice every day. Big brother and the others are busy again, and no one will play with him anymore.

"It's time for you to learn to practice calligraphy, Xiao Tuanzi, Daddy doesn't ask you to study and get famous like your brother did, but you must at least be able to read and write, right?"

After eating a meal, Ling Jingxuan glanced at his son with a rare seriousness. Children of this era are relatively early in reading and writing, and at the age of four or five, they asked their husband to enlighten him. He didn't want to insist that children must follow the routine, but the basic Still have to meet.

"But people don't like to practice calligraphy!"

Xiao Tuanzi spoke to him plausibly. Every time he picked up the brush, he had a headache, and he couldn't practice calligraphy at all.

"If so what do you like?"

Well, there is no one who is more righteous than him. Ling Jingxuan is also helpless. If this goes on, let alone four years old, I am afraid that he will not be able to practice calligraphy seriously when he is forty years old, and their family will not be illiterate in the future, right?

"I like to play."

Well, this answer really couldn't be better, Yan Shengrui on the other side almost didn't spray rice, how dare his little dumplings dare to fuck any more?

"Apart from playing? You will grow up in the future, and you will also be like your brother and the others. You have to go out to socialize on behalf of our Prince Sheng's mansion. If others know that you can't even recognize the word, do you think they will laugh at you?"

Ling Jingxuan felt that he was crazy too, to actually talk about such a heavy topic to a four-year-old kid, but this time the little dumpling didn't answer him, but tilted his head like he was thinking very seriously, okay After a while, he frowned and said, "Then I will learn arithmetic and medical skills from Daddy. I heard that many people say that Daddy can do business and has good medical skills. They all respect Daddy. If I learn it With Daddy's ability, they won't make fun of me, Daddy, do you think it's okay?"

Some things, even if no one deliberately told him, he would still know, especially in the capital before, he often ran out alone, and those people outside always praised his father in front of him, and over time, he remembered all of them.

"You can have this, and you have another heir to your mantle."

Ling Jingxuan hasn't answered yet, beside him

Yan Shengrui, who was in the middle of nowhere, agreed first, looking at the smile on his face, it was as if a little Ling Jingxuan had already appeared in front of his eyes.

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb."

Angrily glanced at him, Ling Jingxuan put down the bowl and chopsticks and looked at their little dumplings cautiously: "It is very hard to learn from daddy, you are still young, no matter how much I tell you, you will not understand, so, if After you are seven years old, you still don't want to read and practice calligraphy, and you still want to learn from me, then I will teach you everything that you know, Xiao Tuanzi, you should think about it slowly with your little brain!"

"Oh, I hate it, Daddy, don't be stupid, people will think about it."

Waving away his hand that was poking at his head, the little dumpling wrinkled his nose in protest, and patted his head twice when he was done, as if he was going to stab him stupidly, Ling Jingxuan almost didn't laugh Shit, this kid, he has first-class perverted and funny kung fu, and he doesn't know how to educate him about the rest.

"Okay, how can it be so easy to become stupid, go, find Dad and the others to play, father and father have to deal with business."

Yan Shengrui took him down while talking, and couldn't help but patted his little buttocks. The little dumpling protested unhappily with his hands on his hips: "Pain, Father, please don't pat him randomly, people's butts are made of meat."

"Whose butt or bone can't do it?"

Yan Shengrui raised his eyebrows, holding back his desire to laugh, the little dumpling grimaced at him, and after running out, he still didn't forget to shout, "It's made of flesh, my father is bad!"

"Haha, this child, I can't control it."

The husband and wife laughed at the same time. Ling Yun, who was cleaning the dishes, said with a smile, "That's how the little prince is cute. Don't the prince and princess feel that?"

"That is, how many people envy our lord, and many people wish that the little prince was their child."

Song Shuiling also hurriedly echoed. Not to mention, it was the Zeng family who was closest to them, right? They didn't lack men, right? Even Zeng Erye, who had never had a son, had his eldest son last year under the guidance of the princess, but every time the prince of their family went to the Hou Mansion, everyone in the whole house saw him, and the eldest princess kept it for many years. The precious treasures are not given to his grandson, but are given to the little prince, and the old emperor's mansion. Every time the little prince drives his carriage to play with the prince and the others, when he comes back, the carriage is full of various There are all kinds of treasures and food, not to mention the one in the palace, only that there is no explicit order to open the treasury and let him choose what he likes. "Are you afraid that I will toss him again?"

Ling Jingxuan looked at the two girls angrily, Ling Yun was silent, Song Shuiling winked mischievously: "Princess is wise!"

It's not just that he is afraid of fooling around.

"Little girl, you wait for me, and after I go back, I will make arrangements to marry you off, so that you will not become more and more presumptuous."

Ling Jingxuan was annoyed, but his tone was stern, but his expression was not in place. How could anyone still smile when he said this?

"princess!"

However, the two granddaughters couldn't help blushing. They stomped their feet and left with the leftovers. Yan Shengrui raised his arms and put his arms around his waist: "Knowing that they are thin-skinned, they still use this to tease them. ,Should!"