Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

A stick of incense is fast and fast, and slow and slow. When Ran Ran and the others are about to discuss, the female official Wang re-lights the incense and begins to answer quietly.

Ran Ran grabbing the pen, staring at the clean paper, thinking about what poem to write.

Zai Zai's poems generally need inspiration very much. There are many sources of inspiration, most of them are fathers, except for fathers, it is what Zai encountered.

Ran Ran slowly searched for the feeling first, and when the inspiration came, he began to write with a wave.

Thinking of daddy, thinking of bad cubs, thinking of Ran Ran himself... thinking of many cubs that are right.

Sima Yue was also writing, and the word "heshun" was deadly knocked on, and she thought about it for a long time, and when the time was running out, she twisted her eyebrows and wrote a poem directly.

"The little girl from the Zhang family is strong in poetry."

"Song Xuewei is a good girl, and the poems from the flower viewing feast are not as bad as Zhang's girl."

"Song family, the young concubine, will not succeed this time, and will fall into the bottom nine out of ten."

Everyone looked at the little girls present writing poems quietly, and they all had an account in their hearts.

Song Xuewei responded calmly. It was not too difficult for her to write poems. This time the topic was smooth, in fact, breaking the topic was the most important.

You can group a lot of words in a random way. The meaning born from this is too simple, not suitable for breaking the topic. It is best to see the big and the small at the place of writing.

Song Xuewei pondered for a while before writing a poem.

When the three sticks of incense were about to burn out, a middle-aged man in official uniform said to Zhang Xiu: "In the morning, you judge the women's team, and I judge the men. It is important to know that people have preferences. For the sake of fairness, it is better to take turns."

The speaker was a doctor of the Imperial College, named Kang Mao, who was originally in charge of the man.

Kang Mao has a long face, thin eyebrows and thin eyes, and he looks gentle, with a long beautiful beard. This person doesn't often laugh, and when he laughs, his eyes are narrowed, which makes him look a little wretched. Because he didn't laugh often, he kept his face straight. In the Imperial College, he is a famous Mr. "Poison", the judges are not merciful, and he has cried and cried many students.

Zhang Xiu frowned, "Dr. Kang, whenever there is an imperial examination, an examiner is set up. Some examiners love the golden mean, and some examiners are like Fengrui, and their preferences are also different. If the imperial examination is unfair, that's not the case."

Kang Mao was unmoved, "Why should Mr. Zhang be persistent? Is there really a partial person?"

A thin layer of anger floated on Zhang Xiu's face, turning his head and shaking his sleeves to leave, leaving a faint word, "Please."

Deng Dan was a bit embarrassed when Zhang Xiu was gone. He and Kang Mao were on the same level. They were only in the Imperial College. Thinking of Zhang Xiu's last look at him, he seemed calm and composed on the stool.

"Aren't you going with Mr. Zhang?" Kang Mao sat down and asked.

Old God Deng Dan is always there, "I am lazy, I don't want to move."

Kang Mao glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhang Xiu was stubborn and left. Deng Dan was so foolish, so he followed him.

Song Xuewei had finished writing a long time ago, listening to this movement, a trace of excitement passed through her eyes, and it was not futile that she went back to see her grandfather at noon and asked her grandfather to help, which really touched Dr. Kang.

Kang Mao loves money, and it is easy to lure it with redstone profits.

The three sticks of incense finally burned out, and the female official Wang accepted the answers in order.

Ran Ran looked at her answer sheet being taken away, raised her eyes, walked along her own paper, made a circle and fell in front of someone.

He raised his eyes and met a pair of thin eyes. Finding that it was not the original gentleman, the child passed a trace of confusion in his eyes, and then moved away uninterested.

Ran Ran cares about her poems very much. She feels that she has made a little progress. The original poems have fewer characters, but now there are more poems and more characters, which should be a benefit.

A lot is good.

This time, Ranran fully used the essence of Duo. In fact, Ranran still wanted to write more, but unfortunately there was no inspiration.

The last stick of incense, thought slowly, touching her head while thinking, to prevent her hair from falling out of her invisible place because of too much thinking and becoming a little bald.

When everyone saw Ran Ran's tangled expression, they felt that Cub didn't answer well, and it was natural.

Song Shubai sighed worriedly, frowned and looked at Ran Ran, wishing to take the cub away on the spot and flee the scene.

Song Shubai turned his head, "Do you think Ran Ran has this poem..."

The old father didn't cover up for the cub at all, "There is basically no chance of winning in flat, rhyming, and confrontation."

Song Shubai was even more worried, and it was useless to worry.

Jiang Zhile was thinking about how to fight for Ranran, but he couldn't even solve the problem. Faced with Ranran, the old father was quite unethical, and he had already figured out how to smoothly turn the things written by Ranran to the appropriate problem.

Since there is a debate, it can be debated, and everyone can participate.

After a quarter of an hour, the answer sheet was changed, and the female official Wang announced the ranking.

"The first name, Song Xuewei, is in the top of the title, and in the top of the poem. The standpoint is brilliant, and the literary talent is outstanding."

"Second name, Zhang Yawen, middle class in broken title, middle class in poetry and essay. Middle name in broken title, excellent poem and essay."

"Three, Tian Xiangru, the second under the title, the second one in the poem. The title is not bad, but the poem is good."

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"Nineteen, Sima Yue, the second is broken, the second is in the poem. The poem is reluctant to break the subject."

"The last name, Song Ran, break the title second, and second poetry. I don't know the so-called, opportunistic, random."

After reading the last comment, the female official Wang was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the child.

The child was a little dazed, his eyes were a little red, his face was dry, he didn't cry, his eyes seemed to have been washed with water, dark and bright.

When the ranking is announced, the answer sheet will be distributed to everyone.

When the old father got the answer sheet, his eyes were cold.

I don't know the so-called, opportunistic, random, someone deliberately targeted their own cubs!

Children have always been very serious. They are serious and persistent in what they do. They are not not eager to play, but they still like to play with their daddy. When they think of things to do, they will obediently persuade themselves not to rush to play.

In the aspect of studying poems, the old father never beats Ran Ran's energy, and the child is really serious. He is not particularly clever in studying, but he is not stupid. The cub who is often praised can be confident and full of energy.

This is the first time that Ran Ran was said that, or was told by her husband that she knew it, and it was her husband who was the teacher who looked at their answers.

Suddenly being said that, the child was stunned, stunned, empty, and a little depressed.

Because this is not someone else, it's a husband.

Probably the child is naturally afraid of her husband, and when he meets a husband, he is innocent and foolish.

The old father felt distressed and furious.

Others know that this is a famous Mr. Poison, they don't think that Kang Mao deliberately targeted this child.

The system looked anxious, and hurriedly persuaded him, "Don't cry, don't cry, that bad old man is very bad, and he's all bullshit!"

Hearing the familiar word "unreasonable", a small flame burst in Ran Ran's eyes. She remembered the husband and said she was making a fool of herself.

Ran Ran did not write randomly.

Ran Ran wrote very carefully.

It can be said that she is not good at writing, but she can't say scribbling.

The female official Wang felt unbearable, and she moved her gaze to Ran Ran again to meet the red eyes.

Those black eyes were brighter, as if they were equipped with two bright little lamps. The flames were small, but they were crackling and burning very hot.

The child's voice is not very loud, clear and firm, almost everyone has heard this voice.

Ran Ran stood up and said to Kang Mao, "I don't know what is so-called, not stealing chicken, nor writing indiscriminately, you are a husband, and you can't speak bad words, bully people, you, you--"

Before he finished speaking, the child's face was flushed red, and he couldn't speak. When the old father was about to stand up suddenly, Ran Ran finally spoke out.

Ran slowly said: "You are a bad old man, you are very bad!"

After cursing, Ran Ran cool.

Shuang shrank his head, and poked his head out again at the encouraging look in the father's eyes.

Daddy is the best!

Why are you scolding cubs!

Everyone was shocked by what the child said. What is so called and what stealing chickens are obviously opportunistic, making people angry and funny. After laughing, I feel that this child is too ignorant to respect the teacher, and even the husband dares to refute it. In this way, the feeling in my heart is not very strong.

Song Xuewei's heart is very happy, Kang Mao is a villain who must report to the canthus, this child can already predict the ending.

Kang Mao smiled coldly in his heart, and his face was still upright. If the first emperor would be the concubine of Boyanghou, he would not be able to offend him. Now Boyanghou has long been disgusted by the emperor. The title is not to be feared.

Kang Mao twisted the rather cherished beauty, he first read the poem written by Song Xuewei and then stroked his palm to praise.

When the people around heard it, they looked at Song Xuewei. Some students couldn't help copying it down. The more they read it, the more they felt that the writing was excellent.

Then Kang Mao's gaze swept towards Ran Ran like an arrow, "As for Song Ran, your poem...you are only one year younger than Song Xuewei. It's so far apart. When you write it, it stains paper and wastes ink."

Zhang Xiu couldn't listen, so he drank, "Kang Mao!"

If Kang Mao didn't hear it, he only said, "If it weren't for pitying this kid's young age, I don't want to read this messy thing, but this kid doesn't write well, so I dare to contradict him."

Jiang Zhile grabbed the impulsive Song Shubai and forced him to press him down, "It's not time yet, are you rushing up now and want to make Ran Ran'to bully people'?"

Jiang Zhile's face was as dark as ink, and he firmly suppressed Song Shubai, not only suppressing Song Shubai, but also suppressing his own anger.

Kang Mao looked at the poems written by Ran Ran, Slow Tiaosi:

"Daddy wants Cub to listen to him. Only when Cub is right will he be obedient."

"Daddy said Zai is not obedient, Zai Dao only listens to smart words."

"Daddy lowered his head and said that there was a mistake, and Cub Cub was also wrong in reflection."

"Whoever is at fault when you encounter a problem, first see if you are right."

"That's right, look at the other cubs, you don't listen to all bad things."

"Some cubs say bad and false, and everyone doesn't believe what they say."

"Being a cub, to be a smart cub, I did not misunderstand myself."

"I don't know the so-called, opportunistic, random, unsuccessful throughout, inferior to the topic, no flatness, no confrontation, bad rhyme, tacky words, can this also be called poetry?"

"In ancient times, there was poetry, no flatness, no rhyme, no antithesis, and the Tao could not become a poem. Isn't it the generation who forgets the ancestors?

A voice cut through the ears, sweeping away Kang Mao's sarcasm, and the sarcasm was even more intense. Everyone looked at the voice and saw a young man who was outstandingly independent, with brows and eyebrows, eyes as eyes, well-defined, and sharp conversation.

The man smiled slightly and said: "At this time, you should enter the debate. Gentlemen, if you have any objections, can you argue?"

Zhang Xiu immediately said: "It's arguable."

Jiang Zhile looked at Ran Ran, that smart, stupid, soft and determined child, this was his daughter of Jiang Zhile.

Jiang Zhile stretched out his hand to Ran Ran and asked, "Are you not convinced?"

With the presence of Daddy, the child seemed to have confidence, and the voice was loud and elongated, saying: "No—accept—"

Jiang Zhile smiled, "I am Song Ran's master and Song Ran's husband. I understand everything she writes and writes. The crow feeds back as filial piety, but she can't speak filial piety. She is still young and can't explain clearly, but It's not that I can't perceive it. So I argue for her, and argue with her."

Jiang Zhile's remarks are justified and well-founded. The child is only three years old, and he can't tell the most important things, but can he say that he doesn't know at all?

The crow feeds back and licks the calf deeply. Animals don't understand these principles, but they don't know how to do it.

A child like Ran Ran knows it vaguely, but it is difficult to argue or refute.

Zhang Xiu immediately said: "Yes."

Deng Dan said: "Yes."

The rest are okay.

Kang Mao's face sank. He didn't believe that this unknown person could argue with him, but he felt a sense of crisis in his heart, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, "Yes."

Song Xuewei was stunned for a long time.

It's Jiang Zhile again.

It's to help Song Ran again.

Always stand on the opposite side of her.

If she didn't really need this stepping stone and had to send an arrow on the string, why should she recognize this man as her father!

With Daddy, Ranran is the most beautiful cub. In the air, Ranran stretched out her little hand and patted in the air, as if patted lightly in the palm of her father's palm, and said slowly, "Ranran and Master are together."

From the bottom of my heart, he secretly replaced the master with his father.

Not just a daddy, but a good daddy, the best daddy.