Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

Some trees were worried about the cold weather and exhausted their thoughts, so they slowly bald.

Seeing the bald tree slowly, he subconsciously touched his head, and touched the small juggling that slowly and secretly became longer, not to say that it was a small juggling, and he could gently dangle in the air.

Dad said he couldn't read the words all the time, he had to look outside.

After reading the tree, Ran Ran worried for the bare tree for a while, and then began to recite poems again.

Now I am not in a hurry, I recite for a while, sometimes I do not recite, and I write poetry in my heart.

Simayue faced the blank paper, the pen in her hand rose and fell, and she did not write a poem when the ink dries.

She raised her head impatiently and saw Ran Ran shook her head, shook her brain and endorsed rhythmically, jumping down and pacing with her back on her back.

"Random."

Slowly stopped and looked up.

Sima Yue took away the book in her hand, "Don't memorize this broken poem, go, I will take you out to play."

Ran Ran was obediently led out.

Ran Ran playing for a while, worried about affecting the young lady's poems, he hesitated to pull Simayue's sleeve.

Sima Yue looked down at her.

Ran Ran said: "Compose a poem."

As soon as Sima Yue heard this, her face instantly became bitter, and she went back to the room and sighed and leaned on the table, "Ran Ran, it's too tired to recite poems, let's just go and play in the group contest, what do you do for poems!"

Ran Ran shook her small fist and said: "Miss Sister said that we will defeat the bad cub together."

Sima Yue sighed, "It's okay, my cousin has just learned well, and she will definitely kill that Song Xuewei!"

After speaking, I couldn't help but feel angry. When others were pressed to death, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know what Song Xuewei would think of her until the group match.

I'm so annoying.

The elder sister-in-law looks like a mother all day, who wants to care about her.

It's her shit!

Simayue's stomach is full and she is naturally an elegant young lady in front of Ran Ran.

"Let's go, I'll send someone to send you back."

After the one-to-one study plan with Miss Sister died, Ran Ran's little face became serious.

Asked her to study again, but after playing, Ran Ran stared seriously and fiercely, "If you say yes, you can't change it. If you change, you will be a little bald."

Ran Ran was so sad, so worried that he became a little bald.

Why did my little sister say that it was good to read and didn't read it, and my dad didn't read it either.

Recently, she learned a new word called "weary to learn", which means that when she learns to a certain stage, she will suddenly hate it. You must keep a certain distance from the book, otherwise it will have bad consequences, and it will not be cured, and it will relapse from time to time. Symptoms include lethargy, Dizziness, trembling hands and feet, etc.

Drowsiness is manifested in the morning drowsiness, difficulty in waking up, dizziness is manifested in reading dizziness, inability to concentrate, and tremor of hands and feet are manifested in the need to move from time to time.

The treatment method is to go with the flow and not violate the laws of nature.

Fall asleep naturally when reading, improve sleep quality, eat food when dizzy, snacks are the best, go out to play when hands and feet tremble, to avoid more serious consequences.

When Sima Yue talked about it, she was startled by the naive Ran Ran, her little fleshy face opened her mouth in awe, then frowned and worried, her little expression was very rich.

Sima Yue's heart rarely gave birth to a trace of guilt. Thinking of the beautiful life of not writing poetry, that guilt disappeared in an instant.

Ran Ran's eyes widened nervously.

Ah, daddy and little sister both have this bad thing called learning-weary!

Why is it so bad!

The worried Cub Cub's nose was red, "Can't it be cured?"

After drinking the bitter medicine, the illness was cured.

Simayue felt more guilty. She threw away her pen and said casually: "It's not easy to be cured by one person, but someone can help to cure it."

Ran Ran's eyes lit up suddenly, and a pair of eyes waited for the little sister to say a good way.

Sima Yue could not, so she could only try her best to dispel her curiosity, "This is difficult to cure. Basically it can't be cured. You must be patient, not angry, not forced. It depends on your mood. Once you are in a good mood, you may be cured, anyway. It’s not a big deal. If this kind of thing comes, it will go by itself, and it will happen from time to time. Just leave it alone.”

Sima Yue continued: "Like now, I'm a little dizzy. Zhuangzi has a new chef. I will show you a taste."

Ran Ran licked her lips. She already knew what a chef meant. She was a cook who made something especially delicious!

Ran Ran shook his head difficultly, "Ran, Ranran accompany you, Ran Ran is not angry, accompany you!"

Ran Ran takes her seriously to accompany young lady, not only with young lady, but also with daddy when she goes back.

Miss sister writes poems, she also writes poems, Miss sister reads books, she also reads, Miss sister reads books and wants to sleep, so she can read to her.

Sima Yue had a miserable life.

It stands to reason that she is not asking Ranran.

It happened that she missed this cub after a few days, and her life could only be miserable.

She didn't have the confidence to win Song Xuewei. It turned out that her head caught Ran Ran and swore together, but now she had already slumped her head and drew back.

What can I do, she is five years old, she is almost nine years old, and her poems are barely confrontational. The more she wants to defeat Song Xuewei at once, the more she can't make it.

However, after a long time, watching Ran Ran seriously treating her sickness of school, Sima Yue couldn't help calming down, holding the book boy and watching carefully.

Anyway, it's this cub.

After another meeting, I told the cub that it was cured.

Sometimes thinking of the disappointed eyes in the Qunfang competition, Sima Yue couldn't sit still and went directly to her mother.

When he arrived at the queen, Sima Yue saluteed and shouted "Mother Queen" in a proper manner.

Etiquette is most important to your mother, and she must be dignified.

Sure enough, Empress Zhang looked like a girl, and her expression softened a bit with a serious year-round, "What's the matter?"

Sima Yue smiled faintly, not showing her teeth, and imitating her cousin Zhang Yawen's way of saying: "Mother, soon there will be a group match. You also know that Erchen doesn't understand poems. I am really ashamed. Erchen thinks that he can add riding and shooting. The side gives the mother queen a top priority."

"Naughty!" Empress Zhang frowned slightly, "How do you learn from Na Boyanghou, you have to mess around in the group match."

Sima Yue was taken aback, "What happened to Boyanghou?"

Empress Zhang put down the tea cup and snorted, "Bo Yanghou cried to the emperor again, crying for his daughters, he wants to add some mountain climbing to the Qunfang competition, and also takes the daughters to the collection hall, if the first emperor had not given him access to the palace without hindrance The sign, your father probably stopped people from entering the palace a long time ago."

Simayue heard that the queen looked down on Boyanghou's move, but she felt a trace of envy in her heart, and she was happy for Ran Ran. Ranran had his father hurt, and it didn't matter whether his father had any great skills.

"Mother and queen, Erchen thinks it’s good to add a ride, shooting, climbing, etc. If you only examine poems and appraisal, Erchen will only be able to put it at the bottom. You can’t do anything about it. If you add a separate one, don’t say anything else. It’s okay for Erchen to ride and shoot!"

Seeing her mother fell into deep thought and her expression was calm, Simayue knew her mother had listened.

There are so many sisters in the palace, and she is not the only princess who is of the right age to participate in the group match.

Sure enough, Empress Zhang nodded slightly, "I will discuss this matter with your father. If you can win the championship, I will allow you a good horse."

The censer in the harem bedroom smoked from the censer, and it was fascinating.

Emperor Qiwei is closing his eyes and taking a nap.

Empress Zhang gently rubbed his temples on behalf of the man, and actively divided his worries and said: "The emperor is not annoying Na Boyanghou, it doesn't hurt to add two more games in the Qunfang match. Everyone knows that poems and mirrors are the main difference."

Emperor Qiwei snorted, "I just don't want Song Shubai to be happy!"

Empress Zhang smiled, "A mediocre person can't turn up the storm, it's not worth the effort. The emperor might as well take this opportunity to withdraw the token, lest he enter the palace from time to time."

Emperor Qiwei squinted his eyes, a trace of suspicion flashed across his eyes, and gently stroked Empress Zhang's hair, "If Xin is worried about me, why do I suddenly think of this?"

Empress Zhang sighed slightly, "It's not that Ayue is naughty. The little girls are fighting over and over. The little girl of Weiwei is very good in poetry and prose. She always has witty words and is naturally beautiful. Ayue also wants to fight for the emperor's face. Did the enemy think of the side door?"

When the daughter read to fight for him, Emperor Qiwei showed a faint smile, thinking of the Zheng family, the smile faded, her tone was uncertain, "Zheng family."

Knowing that the emperor was suspicious of the Zheng family, Empress Zhang stopped speaking, as if she knew nothing, and continued to patiently press the man's head with her bare hands.

Ran Ran came to the palace for the first time, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

She looked up and saw the red and red cocked corners. She looked down and saw the neat green bricks, and the white walls swish cold like snowflakes.

Xiao Tuanzi subconsciously leaned in the direction of Uncle Egg, his little hand gripped Uncle Egg's big hand tightly.

Realizing that the cub was a little nervous, Song Shubai directly hugged the cub.

In the past, there were few people in the palace, but it was not so cold. Now that there are too many people, the atmosphere is tense.

This is really not a place for people to stay.

When he arrived at the Treasure Hall, the little dumpling was relaxed with naked eyes. He opened his mouth in horror when he saw so many books.

Song Shubai: "How about? There are more books!"

Ran Ran nodded sadly, "There are so many." There are so many that Ran Ran feels that she is also tired of learning this bad thing. :

Song Shubai almost burst into laughter with his small expression.

In the solemn place, Song Shubai didn't smile, and walked slowly between the tall bookshelves with him.

This time he came mainly to find a painting for Ranran to participate in the Qunfang competition, that is, the fake painting.

As for teaching Ranran to identify one by one, I can't finish the identification, and Ranran can't remember so much. Fortunately, Ranran feels good and it is not a big problem. Bringing cubs is nothing more than insight.

Ran Ranyuan’s eyes widened rhythmically, seeing the book as thick as a brick, his eyes rounded, and seeing the painting spread across a small wall, round again. round. Like a chicken neck that chucks and turns in rhythm, Ranran also has a special rhythm, playing the beat with the poem.

Zai Zai finally calmed down after seeing the world.

One of the reasons for the calmness was that Ran Ran realized that this was not Ran Ran's book.

What a surprise!

Don't look at it!

Song Shubai turned around and couldn't find the painting he was looking for. He walked to the one-eyed old **** who was cleaning and tidying up the collection hall, bending down and knocking on the low case.

The old **** who squinted and dozed slowly opened his eyes slowly, his voice was like dry bark, "It's Lord Song Xiaohou."

Song Shubai pointed to the place where the painting was placed in his memory, "Where did the painting go there?"

The old **** squinted his eyes and seemed to be thinking, and said for a while, "It was taken by a little girl, the one from the Zheng family...Ao, it's your girl, no, your ex girl."

Song Shubai pressed his lips tightly, his eyes fixed on the old eunuch, as if irritated. Only he knew that he was nervous.

In the short case, the old **** took Song Shubai's hand and gestured in his palm. The hand was very hard and the fingers were rough, and there was a slight pain in the palm.

Song Shubai focused all his attention on the palm, recognizing the characters in the palm.

The conversation continues.

Song Shubai asked an idiot question: "What did Weiwei do with the painting?"

The old **** let out a slow cry, listened attentively, and answered the wrong question: "There is a happy event."

Indistinctly, Song Shubai seemed to have heard the sound of gongs and drums.

The old **** glanced at the calm Song Shubai strangely, and then withdrew his hand after making the gesture, "Today is a happy event for the Zheng family. Lord Hou, don't you know?"