Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

On the other side, Song Xuewei followed Mrs. Boyanghou back to her grandfather's house.

The General's Mansion of the Fu Nation, the rockery in the garden, the turbulent stream, the maid with silver hairpins in the buns, the fluttering skirts, and the dishes are served on the shuttle.

Hua Guizhong has a bit of elegance, not like the General's Mansion, full of literary temperament.

A meal was completely silent, and it was not until after the meal that the maid took the tea to rinse her mouth, and then she took the pre-prepared Pu'er, and then no one spoke.

Qian Jinyin chuckled, "This Pu'er tea is rare. The emperor's reward is different, but the father has the emperor's trust. Zihao has also worked hard." The last sentence was said in a very low voice, his eyes flowed, and he took a look while sitting. Husband beside him.

When Zheng Zihao heard his wife's trust and care, he couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and then heard his wife say:

"When Qingyan will go back, my sister-in-law will bring you a copy."

The wife cared about her sister and couldn't help but feel more satisfied.

General Zheng Ting, general of the country, nodded, satisfied with this thoughtful daughter-in-law from a lower family background.

Zheng Qingyan was a little uncomfortable. Since the mother's death, she actually doesn't love going back to her family very much.

"I—" Just about to speak, Song Xuewei said first: "Grandpa, Weiwei wants to live more! This is also Weiwei's home. Does my aunt dislike Weiwei for eating too much?"

Speaking timidly, he glanced at Qian Jin Yin.

Zheng Ting and Zheng Zihao frowned at the same time.

Qian Jinyin sighed, "Weiwei has wronged her aunt, and her aunt didn't let you eat candy because you were too young and you had a bad tooth. Aunt wanted to urge your mother to go back. I also know that Qingyan is reluctant to bear her family, and I think too. If you stay with Qingyan and live longer, there will be people who will talk, but this uncle Yanghou Palace Master is not there, I am afraid that someone will say it."

Zheng Qingyan's complexion became more and more unnatural, she couldn't help but complain that her girl Vivi was too childish, and immediately wanted to go back.

Song Xuewei's purpose of this trip has not been achieved yet, why would she be willing to go back, pouting her mouth not happy, her eyes flashing, "Grandma, uncle, Weiwei and mother miss you."

Except for this eldest aunt, almost no one in this family can refuse her request.

Sure enough, Zheng Ting said, "Weiwei can live as long as she wants, and so does Qingyan."

Zheng Zihao followed closely, "Weiwei, just ask your aunt if you need anything, and we can get what we want from your uncle."

The smile on Qian Jinyin's face unnaturally paused, and then raised a smile, "Weiwei just find her aunt, and her aunt will change your yard if she doesn't sleep well."

Song Xuewei showed a good smile, "Thank you auntie!"

A meal finally ended peacefully, and Song Xuewei's troubles were not over yet.

How should she persuade the mother to reunite? How do you convince the grandfather?

Within half a month of the previous life, the news of this father's death reached the capital.

As for the cheap relatives to avoid disasters and survive.

Song Xuewei had thought about it, but after so many years, her father was a stranger to her. My father has a title, and he has no rights. More importantly, this father is the uncle of the first prince.

Song Xuewei also remembered this troublesome relationship only these two days.

One is the father of the uncle of the first prince, and it is more troublesome to live than to die.

Her future husband-in-law will be the current prince, will he be prejudiced against this cheap father, will he be more...

Anyway, this father should have died, not her fault.

After Song Xuewei wanted to understand, she was more anxious to let the mother reunite.

Her mother didn't count on her unreliable temperament, Song Xuewei pondered for a while and made a plan.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Xuewei cried to find her grandfather, crying heartbreakingly.

"Weiwei, what's the matter?" Zheng Ting, who is usually serious to everyone, faced this granddaughter, very gentle.

"Grandfather, um, grandfather. I dreamed that my father was dead. My mother became a widow." Song Xuewei cried while quietly looking at Zheng Ting's expression.

The expression on Zheng Ting's face changed slightly. The emperor sent someone to chase and kill the former prince. It is said that the former prince may have been involved in escaping from Boyanghou. He had long acquiesced that the son-in-law was a dead man.

"Weiwei, don't cry first, don't tell your mother." Zheng Ting frowned slightly.

Song Xuewei suddenly felt cold and excited.

My grandfather knew it a long time ago!

She wiped her tears, and said in doubt: "But Weiwei still dreamed that she had another father, and the mother was married again. This father is kind to Weiwei, and she is a champion."

In recent years, the world is peaceful, and the power of civil servants has gradually increased. His only son has no talent at all in martial arts. He wants to switch to martial arts. If Weiwei marries, she will probably choose the number one scholar.

The child's dream of Weiwei fits his mind. Zheng Ting smiled, "My grandfather will find you a good father, but Weiwei can't tell your mother now."

"Grandfather, Weiwei also dreamed of something else."

"What did you dream about?" Zheng Ting teased her.

"Dreaming about a drought in the future, and... the future dad has a daughter. She always bullies me, and she also said that Niang Kefu, if the mother and father are separated, won't the mother stop him?"

In the end, Zheng Ting didn't take the child's dream very seriously. After hearing the last sentence, Zheng Ting thoughtfully.

Kefu's reputation is not good, otherwise, let Qingyan be separated first?

In the afternoon, Ran Ran went to town with his father.

The town is so lively. Ran Ran tightly grasped Daddy's hand to prevent Daddy from getting lost.

Jiang Zhile was not quite right. He blamed him for his good eyesight. He caught a glimpse of his former classmate.

Jiang Zhile used to study in the town academy, but later Granny Song went there, so she stopped studying, and then reads by herself.

He didn't care about those classmates, but now he blames him for holding a little girl, who still wants to hug.

"Daddy, Ran Ran can't see it." Ran Ran was sad, short, and was blocked by the big man in everything he wanted to see.

It just so happened to see a little boy riding on his father’s neck, and he couldn’t be envious, "Can you hug Ranran?"

The tone is still a little cautious, this is still remembering the last time my father refused to hug her.

Jiang Zhile was really unhappy, and could not bear the small eyes that Ran Ran was looking forward to, and carefully pulled Ran Ran to the other side to discuss, "Ran Ran, go home and hug you, don't hug you outside."

Jiang Zhile was really afraid of this short radish and asked why he couldn't hold it outside. Fortunately, the short radish didn't ask anything, and nodded obediently.

After a small disturbance was avoided, Jiang Zhile was also in the mood to stroll around.

It's just that the more you move towards the bazaar, the more wrong the atmosphere is. From time to time, soldiers with knives pass by, and the atmosphere can be tense.

Someone gathered not far away and pointed at the wall.

"Get out of the way and get out of the way, don't squeeze in front, people who have seen it go quickly, they have seen the person on the painting, and the reward for providing clues is one thousand taels! The concealer will kill the nine people! This person is a rebel! No evil is done!"

With the sound of drawing swords, a few soldiers kept order in front. Soon the people in front were half empty. Jiang Zhile easily saw the person on the portrait, which was the same as the one he saw at the coffin shop that day, but there was one more painting. people.

Last time it was a half-year-old child, this time there was a young man.

What wicked rebel is a child?

Jiang Zhile glanced at it and left without staying too much.

Is it just that the coffin is laid or not?

Think about it or take Ran Ran to take a look there. Before I got there, the front was sealed. Some people said that the coffin shop owner had hidden the rebels and all the family properties had been confiscated. In addition to the coffin shop, there were other shops.

When a passerby saw the father and daughter, he kindly persuaded: "Hurry up, don't stay here, be careful to get caught."

After the reminder, he hurried away, as if there was a wolf chasing behind him.

Jiang Zhile pursed his lips, these people are simply...too rampant, they are uncontrollable.

"Daddy, there is a grandpa watching you over there." Ran Ran shook Jiang Zhile's hand.

The immersive thoughts were interrupted, Jiang Zhile looked in the direction that Ran Ran pointed, an old man with white hair and rickety back secretly looked here.

It's the boss of Coffin Shop!

A few minutes later, in a corner.

Old man Gao sighed deeply. In just a few days, he seemed to be more than ten years old, half of his energy was sucked away. He took out the long box he had been protecting from his arms, "Take this away. This monument was originally to be delivered to you yesterday, but the shop went into trouble."

Jiang Zhile took the box. He never paid much attention to other people's affairs, didn't ask too much, and only gave him half of the money.

Old man Gao pushed it but didn't want it, smiling with a bit of bitterness, "I have no children, no nephews, or nephews, and money is of no use. You can keep the money for your daughters, the store's property is occupied, and you hide it after all. One thing, it’s not difficult to live."

Ran Ran didn't quite understand, but grandfather's eyes looked so sad, so sad. Does grandfather have no son like daddy, nor granddaughter like Ran Ran?

"Daddy." Ran Ran turned and hugged Jiang Zhile's legs, her little face upturned a little faint, "Shall we take Grandpa home?"

Jiang Zhile:? ? ?

"This is not your grandfather." Jiang Zhile thought that Ran Ran was too young to recognize him, and explained.

"Ran Ran knows, but Ran Ran doesn't have a grandfather, and his grandfather doesn't Ran Ran." Ran Ran opened his eyes wide, and explained very seriously, very confidently.

After the explanation, I didn’t forget to ask the client for advice, “Grandpa, do you want to be Ranran’s grandpa? Ranran will be kind to Grandpa, and Grandpa should be kind to Daddy.”

Old Man Gao couldn't help but smile, sighed slightly, and his eyebrows fell silent again, "Ran Ran, is your nickname called Ran Ran? Ran Ran hurry up and go home with your father."

Ranran immediately said: "Then Ranran come to see Grandpa next time!"

It takes a lot of hard work to turn a bad daddy into a good daddy.

To turn the moneyless Ranran into the rich Ranran, we have to work a lot.

To bring a grandfather home, Ran Ran has to work hard.

Old Man Gao just smiled, said nothing, and touched Ran Ran's head.

Jiang Zhile didn't refute, he had a headache.

This time he saw that Old Man Gao had a deadly ambition, because Ranran’s words faded a bit, if no one was in charge, it would probably be...

He sternly, not too happy still said: "Tomorrow I will bring Ran Ran to find you."