Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

After eating, Fang Ju stared at Zhou Hua and asked her to take Ranran out.

Zhou Hua's heart was anxious, and she had to let Ran Ran go to pray for her birthday this time, so she knew.

Since there were a few more maids in Ran Ran's house, especially Fang Ju, Zhou Hua had a lot of inconveniences.

As an informant who stayed in the Zheng family, she could not expose herself as a last resort. In this case, there is no time to send the news.

She led the ignorant Ran Ran, and couldn't help but start to worry.

Ran Ranfan in the live broadcast room also noticed a hint of rain.

This day was the birthday of Song Xuewei, the heroine of the original book. Song Xuewei was born in the unity period. At this time, the sunset was full of light, and the sky was burning like a fire, so beautiful.

Song Xuewei was born in the sunshine, and this rain was also at sunset.

Thunder fell on a clear sky, dark clouds swept, and heavy rain poured down.

Thinking of seeing this scene soon, the fans in the live broadcast room couldn't calm down.

Amidst the cheers of the people like the tide, Song Xuewei's fortune can be seen steadily increasing.

The only relief for the Zizub fan is that the gray life in the capital is also slowly lighting up. With Zizzai as the center, more and more popular luck has color.

It is no longer a trivial point in a gray, but a vivid and colorful person.

The two are competing for the front, one is rising to a high place, with the potential to break the sky, and the other is gentle and firm like a wave of water rushing to the surroundings, wherever it goes, there is a gleam.

Those who saw this scene couldn't help but hold their breath gently.

The people at the scene naturally did not know this.

On the high platform, Ran Ran was led to kneel.

No one cares that there is a little ball here kneeling alone in front of the table for worshipping the sky.

Someone was curious to see that someone said a lucky star to lift his concubine, and he passed.

Can pray to heaven, can this be a privilege that ordinary people can get? Even if it's just for the lucky star, I don't know how many people are willing to do it.

Song Xuewei smiled slightly and sat in a sedan chair carried by eight people.

There is not much shelter around the sedan chair, it is only slightly separated by a curtain, and a small case is placed in the center, which is a reduced version of the incense case on the high platform.

Song Xuewei sat in front of the incense table with her hands folded, with a red mole on her forehead, extremely pious.

Thinking that the fool would be hungry for one day, and then kneel for another day, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

This is an upright and arrogant plan.

The sedan chair departs from the high platform, going around the temples in the capital for a week, and finally returns to the high platform for worshipping heaven.

The people around the high platform dispersed one after another, following Song Xuewei's sedan chair, and left in a mighty manner.

No one noticed that there was a little bit on the high platform.

Ran Ran knelt in front of the incense table and ate two snacks and now she is not hungry, but she just doesn't know what to do.

The bad guy made her kneel, and the bad guy was watching. Not only the bad guys, but many people looked at her.

She looked at the soldier holding the knife for fear, looked at the roast pig on the counter, and looked a little hungry, looked at the kneeling table, which was red.

The audience in the live broadcast room was almost **** to death, and Sima Yue was almost **** to death.

Song Xuewei, the villain! Just shameless!

She only had time to look at Ran Ran. As a princess, she was framed to sit in the carriage at the back, and went to the temple with Song Xuewei's team.

One hour, two hours... As the sun gets higher and higher, the sun gets more and more shining.

Ran Ran was a little thirsty, two snacks were gone, and she was hungry again.

Not only are hungry, but legs are sour.

He moved his legs slowly, and a ray of tears flashed in his eyes.

Fang Jupi smiled and didn't smile, "Second Miss, it's not yet time."

The guards with swords looked at the young child kneeling alone, feeling unbearable.

Their elders are only over twenty, and the young ones are less than twenty.

The guards who can guard and pray and approach the emperor are all outstanding children from the official's house, and there are many descendants of high-ranking officials.

They had no objection to praying for blessings, and they were even full of pride.

However, when I really saw a three-year-old child kneeling for a long time, sweating on his head and a little white lips, he couldn't even take a sip of water, there was a wave of tremor in his heart.

Is it worth it? is that useful? Do you need these three-year-olds to kneel?

Where's Fuxing?

They only saw Wanmin shouting, Fuxing sitting in the sedan chair, sitting and praying.

The soft-hearted guard couldn't bear it, and wanted to let the child rest, but couldn't say it.

One or two impulsive people were also stopped by their companions.

Their every move is the face of the family, praying is of great importance, and there should be no sloppy.

A group of people with knives couldn't bear to look at the small dumplings.

The little dumpling shrank his neck, worried.

The big knife is a bit scary.

Why do the broadswords stare at Ran Ran?

Ranran is not delicious, not a bun, Ranran is not a bun.

Ran Ran frowning, stubbornly didn't care if he was tired or not, but he didn't admit defeat, didn't look at the bad guy, and didn't talk to that bad guy.

Xiao Tuanzi has never been so bullied by outsiders since he was born. He is unwilling to admit defeat. After being wronged, he wants to find his father.

Why isn't Daddy here yet?

Little bit of tears in his eyes, stubborn not to cry, he must be happy when he cries bad guys.

This little look of enduring can't help but make people feel more distressed.

Zhou Hua was anxious and had already figured out a way to send the news out.

In fact, she didn't need to send it. Song Shubai didn't know such a grand blessing.

When he came out, he wanted to take a look at Weiwei from a distance, but he never expected to see Ran Ran kneeling on the high platform.

"Master Hou, don't be impulsive." Steward Song held him tightly, "You can't go now, now it's broken to pray for blessings. If there is no rain, it would be a big crime. What if the emperor deliberately pushes the blame on you? "

Steward Song put the person on the chair and said, "Is it okay to arrange the confession as soon as the blessing is over?"

The housekeeper Song was bitter, Song Shu's face was flushed red, but his lips were bitten white, and a faint smell of rust came out of his mouth.

It's shame and anger.

"Go now." Song Shubai firmly removed the steward Song's hand, Huo Ran stood up, "Go and make arrangements now."

One hour, two hours...

For Song Shubai, these few hours are just like years.

Ran Ran felt a little dizzy, she raised her little fleshy hand and rubbed her eyes, the back of her hand was stained with clear water marks.

For the first time in so many days, Xiao Tuanzi feels so depressed.

She is too stupid.

The little dumpling being bullied by the bad guy feels so embarrassing.

Shameful and wronged.

This surreptitiously wiped his eyes, pretending to be a little crying, more and more guards couldn't help but quietly look at it, and couldn't bear to start.

Slowly, the wind started.

The wind blew the clouds and blocked the scorching sun.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief for the small dumplings.

It didn't take long for this tone to relax, and the sky was getting overcast.

Is it raining?

Everyone trembled in their hearts.

Song Xuewei's heart trembled.

The time is wrong, it's obviously before noon, and it should rain at unitary hour.

Before she could think about it, she quickly ordered everyone to speed up the journey back.

The eight sturdy men who carried the sedan walked like flying, and in accordance with the master's request, the sooner the better.

Song Xuewei's experience was not so wonderful. It was bumpy, it was bumpy, and it made a dull pain in the buttocks, and she almost couldn't maintain her posture.

She barely grasped the incense sheet in front of her before she was able to stabilize her body.

As the wind gets stronger and stronger, the wind takes off from the sand, making it hard to see things clearly.

No one was excited about raining. The wind was too strong, and the children who came with them were holding the children tightly. Some official hats of high-ranking officials were blown off, and the pearl hairpins on some heads swayed.

For a while, everyone was in a panic.

Song Xuewei's sedan chair was at the forefront, and the wind swept toward her, even more so.

Someone accidentally saw the lucky star on the sedan chair, with half crooked body and disheveled hair, holding the incense table tightly to prevent him from being blown down.

This looks no different from their ordinary people.

On the contrary, praying for the high platform. Because the surrounding guards formed a solid barrier, the small dumplings kneeling on the high platform only felt the cool breeze coming, and they were comfortable.

It's not too hot, and it's not too dizzy. When the wind blew, the little dumpling sat down on the ground.

The guard saw with one eye open and one eye closed.

As for Na Fangju, he only kept his eyes away from the wind and sand, and couldn't control it for a while.

The viewers in the live broadcast room felt distressed, and the contact communication almost broke. Everyone they knew, the familiar and the unfamiliar all pulled over to see the cubs, which was very popular.

The range of Qi Luck is getting farther and farther and brighter.

"Boom—" There was a thunder.

When Song Xuewei arrived, she was embarrassed.

Two maids, Fangcao and Fanglan, carried her up, Song Xuewei's feet touched the ground, and she had time to kneel down in the future.

There was another "boom—".

It's raining.

The people of the Zheng family reacted cleverly, taking advantage of the emperor's car wheel behind, one after another knelt down and shouted, "The lucky stars pray for rain, pray for rain successfully."

Fangcao took the kerchief and wiped Song Xuewei's three or two drops of rain on her head. Fang Lan opened the umbrella to protect Song Xuewei from the rain.

Not far away, a child sat on the ground blankly. She looked up at the rain in the sky and licked the water on her lips. It was a bit salty and cold.

However, everyone said that the rain was good, and the village head uncle said that it was good and there was food when it rained. Ran Ran also felt that the rain was good.

Ran Ran touched her wet face blankly, thinking about Daddy, about the big umbrella at home, about Daddy holding her, holding the umbrella and taking her down the mountain home.

It will be so warm.

Dad said he was coming, why didn't he come to pick her up?

Are you lost? So stupid.

On the day Jiang Zhile entered Beijing, the clouds were covered with thunderstorms, and heavy rain poured down from the sky.

At noon when the sun was full, the long-lost rain ushered in.

Zhang Xiaoer couldn't help persuading Jiang Zhile to find an inn first.

After entering the city, the crowd surged and headed in one direction, and the two of them could only follow the crowd.

It is very convenient to understand the situation. Just ask a pedestrian to know what the situation is.

Fuxing, predicting the future, praying for rain, a series of incredible things.

After spending a silver horn, I finally got a detailed answer.

These answers have nothing to do with Boyanghou, that is, Song Shubai has not regained his identity. It is urgent to find Song Shubai first.

The rain is pouring, and there is nowhere to avoid the rain, but the people around are rejoicing.

When the **** Zhu Xiao saw that the emperor was unhappy, he smiled and said, "This rain is coming a little bit more urgently, and he hurried over when he saw the emperor travel."

Emperor Qiwei's complexion was slightly squinted, and he squinted his eyes, "This lucky star, it is blessed and blessed, that it is raining on the birthday, this day is right, the time is not right."

Zhu Xiao held up the umbrella for the emperor, and said softly, "No matter how big the lucky star is, I have to look at the emperor's face this day."

Emperor Qiwei smiled and said nothing.

Zhu Xiao cleverly arranged manpower to handle the errands.

The guard of honor walked along the road. The people used to chant the good fortune, and slowly began to call the emperor, the voice getting louder and louder.

Zhang Xiaoer's expression sank slightly, the dog emperor's presence in Beijing was so wide.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Zhile, and found that Jiang Zhile's complexion became more condensed, as if he was suppressing something, his whole body tightened, and his eyebrows were cold, which made people frighten.

Worried about what Jiang Zhile would do, the crowds happened to be scattered, Zhang Xiaoer said: "Learn first, let's first—"

Realizing that Jiang Zhile's state is not right, Zhang Xiaoer's voice paused slightly, and he turned his head subconsciously. The rain curtain came into his eyes, and a little further away, he prayed for the high platform.

The person on the high platform should be the lucky star who is celebrating his five-year-old birthday today.

Zhang Xiaoer was strange, and looked closely, there seemed to be a small figure beside him.

Who is this kid?

Turning his head and talking to Jiang Zhile, he realized that this person was walking in such a hurry. From a distance, he saw a figure drowning in the crowd, and Zhang Xiaoer hurried to catch up.

The people around saw a very aggressive man walking away from the crowd. This man looked embarrassed, without an umbrella to cover the rain, and his clothes were soaked. Others couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and subconsciously stepped aside.

Jiang Zhile walked extremely fast, his heart was extremely cold and quiet.

Even though it was some distance away, it was the old father who raised his cub every day, and a small figure recognized it as his own cub.

Their reluctant cubs were thrown on a high platform and suffered from the rain. Some shouted the lucky stars, some shouted the emperor, and some rejoiced and rained.

Everything is joyous and lively, only that little piece is lonely.

That's a place to stay.

Ran Ran carefully moved her feet and short legs.

The little dumpling is so empty that it will not move immediately if it hurts. If it doesn't hurt, move it again. If it hurts, take a break.

After finally getting up slowly, I just got up, and changed the direction and sat down on the ground.

Some guards couldn't see and were about to help, and his companions pulled him and signaled not far away.

The emperor's chariot arrived.

As soon as the emperor got out of the car, more than a dozen guards stepped forward and opened up the bright yellow umbrella cover to open a large area. Some people spread long felts to prevent the emperor from getting rain on the upper when he walked.

Emperor Qiwei stepped onto the high platform and offered a few sticks of incense to the heavens, which was regarded as the end of the blessing.

As I walked back, I accidentally saw a child with his back facing him, wearing red clothes wet and wet in the rain.

Coming forward to condescend to touch the top of the child's hair, Zhu Xiao immediately offered a veil and wiped the emperor's hands.

Emperor Qiwei said loudly: "The lucky star prays for blessings and catches the rain and rewards."

Zhu Xiao smiled and turned his head to let the little **** come up with a reward. He looked up and was stunned.

This is Song Xuewei here, and this is Fuxing. Who is that kid over there?

Song Xuewei almost couldn't hold back her face, and when Zhu Xiao looked over, she barely showed a smile.

She watched as the emperor walked over. Before she could react, she saw the emperor touching the child's head, mistakenly identifying him as her, and almost squirted out a mouthful of blood.

Zhu Xiao didn't know how to say that the emperor admitted the wrong person.

The emperor must be right if he admits wrong.

Appreciate the photos, and then remind the emperor euphemistically.

Emperor Qiwei was startled, and said indifferently: "So pious, give her the word blessing star, Dongyao has two blessed stars, which are also my blessings."

In this way, the matter of acknowledging the wrong person is rounded up.

Said it was a lucky star, and no one arranged for someone to go up and protect the child from the rain.

They all talked about piousness, and naturally no rain gear is needed. The heavier the rain, the longer the hour, the more pious.

This blessing takes a whole day at a time.

Jiang Zhile's heart was like a knife cut, Zhang Xiaoer pulled him tightly, watching his eyes flushed and fixedly looking there, for fear that he would rush up on impulse.

Also stopped by Song Shubai, Song Guanjia, and wait for a while.

Ran ran out of strength.

It's like a frosted eggplant.

I couldn't see things clearly, and blinked slowly.

A bad guy touched her head, and she stopped talking. She was so tired that she wanted to sleep.

The sleepy little dumpling seemed to see Daddy.

Is it daddy?

Ran Ran didn't believe it.

She must have dreamed and deceived others.

Seeing this, Song Xuewei finally lost the depression in her chest. She sighed and said: "This sitting is not religious enough. It stands to reason that she is kneeling upright."

Someone put the small dumpling on his knees, and the weak dumpling could only let the bad guy move her, and the small body was swaying.

Naturally, Song Xuewei would not let her own people handle it. There were always people who wanted to climb up to the emperor of the Zheng family, so she said to the emperor after hearing these words.

Just a child.

Emperor Qiwei didn't care about it yet.

The guard soldiers felt a bit of chills suddenly, and came to be inexplicable.

The wives with children can't bear it either. If they can't bear it, they have to let the mother stop their impulsive daughters, don't talk nonsense here.

Jiang Zhile pulled away Zhang Xiaoer's hand, Zhang Xiaoerfu hitched it up again, grabbing his collar, "What's the matter with you? You have lost your composure like this? Didn't you even want your life? Charge a few? There is not enough life? There are still people you know on it..."

Zhang Xiaoer hid his stomach to question, and the voice in Shangjiang Zhile's eyes became smaller and smaller, and finally his mouth opened slightly, and the voice disappeared in his throat.

A big man cried.

The tears rolling down the corners of his eyes were quickly flooded by the rain, but at that moment, they were clearly visible.

Jiang Zhile's tone was calm and his voice was muted. If it hadn't happened to be seen by Zhang Xiaoer, no one would believe that he had cried.

"My daughter, Ran Ran."

Jiang Zhile pushed away his hand, "I won't be impulsive."

Zhang Xiaoer was stunned. He didn't expect that the child above was Ran Ran, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

He stared at Jiang Zhile as he walked through the crowd and walked to the front.

Here is the closest to the high platform, and after ten steps there are rows of soldiers guarding security.

This is also the closest to Ran Ran.

If there is any turmoil, the chance of Ranran having a chance to come down is—

With wide-eyed eyes, the soft and crumpled dumpling swelled up and became a soft dumpling. If someone tapped it lightly, it would be able to squash the dumpling flat.

Is this daddy?

Is Daddy here?

is that true?

The living dad called her Ran Ran, Ran Ran couldn't hear him, but he recognized the mouth shape.

She has heard of Ran Ran many times and seen Daddy many times.

How can you admit your mistakes?

"Boom bang bang—" After a few consecutive noises, the surroundings quickly panicked with the abnormal noise. The soldiers retreated to protect the emperor, and a place was suddenly left here.

Jiang Zhile waved to Ran Ran, wanting to let her go to the edge, he took the opportunity to hug her down.

Ran Ran understood what Daddy meant, and knew that Daddy was looking for her.

Ran Ran is so happy.

Ran Ran hurts so much.

Ran Ran's two little fleshy hands supporting the ground and he was about to get up immediately, his tears ticking over by the sound of rain.

As soon as I got up, Da Da Da was about to run over, and fell down again.

At this time, the commotion was faintly stabilizing, and after a few attempts, he couldn't run to the side quickly. Jiang Zhile couldn't get up where the heavy troops were on the high platform.

Zai Zai Fan in the live broadcast room couldn't help crying, and almost half a basket of paper **** was stuffed in the basket.

At this time, a man rushed to the high platform, and as soon as he rushed up, he was besieged by the soldiers and drew his sword to face each other.

This person cried and cried so loudly, this person yelled hoarsely, and every time the emperor seemed to be yelling wronged souls, dragging a long tone.

"The emperor, the emperor, I'm back."

"Uuuuu, the emperor, the emperor, I am suffering."

"I, Song, Shu, Bai, bitter, ah."

…

A bunch of miserable sounds shocked everyone in an instant.

The dude in the capital was shocked. Did Song Ge fail to die?

The officials were shocked, this man is still alive?

The people were so shocked that they couldn't hear from ear to ear, and it was the first time they saw such shamelessness.

The fingertips of the guard who drew the knife trembled slightly, and the knife in his hand was almost unsteady.

Song Xuewei's face was pale and she almost collapsed to the ground.

What is going on here?

Emperor Qiwei almost ascended to heaven by this method of shouting souls, and a cold sweat broke out from his back.

"shut up."

The guards were divided into two groups, leaving a passage for the emperor to come over.

Unexpectedly, Song Shubai, a shameless person who couldn't understand human words, walked to the emperor on his knees, and hugged the emperor's thigh with a violent rush.

"The minister is bitter, the minister is bitter, the emperor."

Emperor Qiwei's face turned dark, "What are you suffering for?"

"The minister, the minister has no home."

Song Shubai cried loudly, with no image, and without knowing it, he really thought that something terrible had happened.

Those who know can indeed make a terrible cry.

The wife and children are gone, it's not miserable.

Emperor Qiwei was speechless for a while.

Song Shubai staggered up and walked in one direction.

Song Xuewei sat in that direction.

Some people shook their heads and sighed, while others touched their chins and nodded.

In the end, the kinship is constantly cutting.

A sharp-eyed discovery, Song Xuewei, the child, doesn't seem to be excited at all like seeing her biological father.

Song Xuewei mentioned her throat. After more than ten years, she saw her biological father again.

Seeing the excitement on Song Shubai's face, suddenly, it seemed that it was not so difficult to accept.

If this father was not so unlearned and skillful, she might have really hesitated.

Song Xuewei's heart was tight and tight, trying to make the correct response, but she couldn't get excited anyway.

Finally squeezed out a string of tears, and looked at Song Shubai who was walking with tears.

Song Shubai stopped, Yu Guang took a deep glance at Song Xuewei who was sitting under the umbrella, bent down firmly and firmly picked up the shivering little ball, hugging the child and started crying again.

"The girl has three longs and two shorts, I don't want to live anymore, the emperor, the minister is bitter."

"The minister is left with such a child..."

The cry was earth-shattering, and while calling the girl, he called the doctor, while crying dead, while calling the emperor.

What kind of style is this big court.

Ran Ran also cried, and the crying badass took her away. She wanted to look for her father.

The child cried out, knelt for a long time and was in the rain for a long time. Soon after he lost his strength, the cry became weaker and weaker, and he hummed like a kitten.

Song Shubai cried: "I am Daddy, Daddy."

Ran Ran also hummed, "Daddy, come soon."

The people around were stunned.

Only then did they discover that there was a little dumpling here, pitifully and weakly like a kitten.

Even if it is to pray for blessings, in addition to these people there are soldiers, everyone else is holding umbrellas, not holding them by themselves, there are maids, women, and servants.

The most admired lucky star is also sitting under the umbrella dry and dry.

Only this little dumpling was like them, standing in the rain, all wet.

But whether they are grown-ups, this is still a child.

Everyone's hearts are complicated, and suddenly there seems to be something more in their hearts.

This is not daddy!

Ran Ran wanted to push the bad guy, but when he heard the bad guy's voice, she found out that this man was Uncle Egg.

Uncle Dan wants to steal her? ? !

Ran Ran hummed and called to her father, and stretched her little hand straight to Jiang Zhile, and she wanted her father.

From everyone's point of view, this child Ran Ran was sad for not seeing his father for a long time. It was really a child's temperament.

Comparing the two, Song Xuewei's child seemed a little indifferent.

Someone muttered softly from the bottom of his heart, shook his head and said nothing.

Zhu Xiao knew that Emperor Qiwei was the best face, so he had been alert to send someone to ask for a doctor.

When the imperial doctor arrived, Emperor Qiwei waved his hand to let people pass.

Some compliments are indispensable in the back, such as the emperor’s kindhearted heart.

Some people took hot towels to wipe sweat on the dumplings, some made **** tea, and some offered dry clothes...

Several imperial doctors gave Xiao Tuanzi pulse one by one.

After being fed the tranquilizing medicine, Xiao Tuanzi groaned and was about to go to sleep, and couldn't stop yelling to his father in a daze.

The grizzly beards of the old doctors felt soft in their hearts, and they were really painful and good children.

Everyone is paying attention to this little dumpling, fearing that she will be injured, and I hope she will get well soon.

There is only one person who looks very hateful.

In the previous life, Jiang Ranran made her fall short, and in this life there was another good thing that Song Ran bad her.

Song Xuewei's face was pale.