Daddy’s Cub Is Three and Half Years Old

I went to dinner in a hurry, and squinted happily when I ate the custard I liked.

The custard is eaten with a small spoon, Ranran also likes to eat bibimbap, with green onion chopped, it is fragrant!

When the meal is over, the child slides down the chair without being hugged.

After dinner, a few people watched the sprouting vegetable seedlings in the garden.

Song Shubai wandered around with his back on his back, not forgetting to teach Ran Ran his experience in preparation for tomorrow's competition.

For example, in the face of a painting, it doesn't matter if you don't understand the artistic conception, and it doesn't matter if you don't know how to describe it in elegant sentences.

Just put on an unpredictable calm posture and tell a little unknown detail to tell the truth.

...

Song Shubai pondered for a while, Ran Ran has a good talent in this area, but at a young age, learning is shallow, can distinguish the authenticity, so that she is not good at appreciating, this is simply -

Same as him.

Song Shubai chuckled, not ashamed, but rather proud.

Ran Ran a little head, some things Uncle Dan said before, remember a little bit, listen to it this time, I feel more clear.

Song Shubai turned to think of the painting he had given to Song Xuewei. Ran Ran had seen everything in the house, and so did this painting.

Thinking of this, Song Shubai simply said a little more, rubbing secretly to open a small stove for the cub.

Ran Ran listened very carefully, and nodded at one sentence.

Song Shubai said a lot, but Jiang Zhile, the old father, had nothing to say.

Jiang Zhile touched his head slowly, "It's good to be happy, whoever makes you unhappy, you make anyone unhappy."

That's right, Jiang Zhile has decided to change his strategy. Seeing the cub being bullied, he feels that the girl is more aggressive.

"Good!" Ran Ran replied loudly.

Back to the room, Ran Ran was holding a pen while writing to her little brother.

There are so many happy facts today!

He won the first place and got a playmate, Little Black Brother. After listening to the experience taught by Uncle Dan and Daddy, Cub felt that his whole body was full of power.

After writing the letter to the little brother, Ran Ran gave the letter to his father, "Write this to the little brother, and write it to grandpa tomorrow."

The child slept late and didn't grow too long, and when it was a point, he looked back and went back to sleep one step at a time.

Jiang Zhile couldn't help but accept the letter, and promised to hand it to Sima Cheng.

That night. The study light is on.

Jiang Zhile sat on the east side of the table, Song Shubai leaned lazily on Hu's bed not far away, and Sima Cheng sat at the table and thought.

Song Shubai didn't want to use his brain. In short, how to discuss how Jiang Zhile and his nephew should be, he can do what he wants him to do.

Jiang Zhile and Sima Cheng talked about business matters, and when Song Shubai heard something about the city guards, he suddenly remembered something and sat up.

"What is that half of the token? Do you see it?"

The token obtained from the **** a few days ago was later handed over to Sima Cheng.

Sima Cheng was in a daze for a moment, then slightly startled.

The blood on the token probably belonged to the emperor father. He could think of how the emperor father would find a way to distract people, split the token in half, and force the token to wait for Sima Wu’s people to come in. Throw it into the stove and burn it.

Presumably Sima Wu must have thought that this token would have been gone for a long time, otherwise, how could there be no sign of his uncle returning to the palace.

"It's a token to command the city guard." Sima Cheng's voice was calm, and no one could see his previous mood swings.

Jiang Zhile glanced at him more, without saying anything, silently thinking about who sent the two in the yard.

Song Shubai's eyes lit up, "Token of the Guardian Army?"

You must know that the Guardian army has always been in the hands of the emperor just like the Forbidden Army, and one more characteristic of the Guardian army is that it only recognizes the brand but not the person. If there is no token, it only recognizes the emperor.

After Song Shubai was excited, he sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that there is no token of the Forbidden Army."

Sima Cheng shook his head, "The token of the imperial army is useless, and the safety of the palace is of great importance. Sima Wu is definitely not at ease, he will definitely change his own person. If he moves the guard army, the target is too big and obvious, Sima Wu shrinks his feet instead of Dare to start."

Less than a year after the first emperor died of illness, Sima Cheng once entered the capital and made people secretly inform the leader of the guards about the conspiracy of Sima Wu's upper position, so Sima Wu did not get the loyalty of the guards so quickly.

Now that Sima Cheng has the token, the odds of winning are even greater.

Song Shubai couldn't help being happy for his nephew.

"By the way, Ran Ran missed you, why are you going to see Ran Ran?"

This view naturally refers to revealing the true identity.

Sima Cheng was reading the letter Ran Ran wrote to him at this time.

The letter wrote about the group match, about the relatives, about the uncle, and finally read it. I thought I wanted to write about him, but I saw Xiaohei?

slowly:

Ran Ran added a little black brother today, little black brother looks like you, not right, and not very similar. Xiao Hei is a bit fierce, fierce, a bit like bullying, Ran Ran still likes it quite a bit.

Seeing Brother Xiaohei, Ran Ran originally missed you a little bit, but now she is much better.

Ran Ran thinks that you must like Brother Xiaohei. When you go back, let's play together!

Sima Cheng's fingertips were slightly tightened, and the letter paper was pinched with obvious marks.

Song Shubai called him twice, Sima Chengcai raised his head and asked in confusion, "Uncle?"

"When are you going to see Ran Ran?" Song Shubai said.

Sima Cheng put away the letter paper and said, "It's gone."

Song Shubai: "No see?"

Sima Cheng: "Don't she have Xiao Hei?"

Song Shubai: "?"

The next day, Ran Ran looked at the deep-fried juniper on the table a little wilting. He heard that it was especially good to eat, and Ran Ran took it seriously.

However, after eating for two consecutive days, the cub was not in high spirits. After thinking about it, he would tear a deep-fried juniper in half, and it became two deep-fried junipers. Eat one by yourself, and share one...for Xiao Hei. He also stuffed two eggs for him.

Sima Cheng: "?"

After eating a fried juniper and two eggs full of blessings, he hung a small cloth pocket and rode into the carriage.

The second "Appreciation" of the Qunfang Competition is still arranged in the original garden.

Sooner or later, half of the people came.

The garden has rockeries and rivers, and there are famous flowers and precious trees. There are seats in the center of the garden, and they are sitting there. The crowd is sitting around.

The difference from yesterday is that there are several long platoons ahead.

At this time, the female official Wang wore a long female official uniform with a scarlet collar, her face was as serious and cold as if she were now, and there were a few people in front of her who seemed to be handing something.

Sima Yue immediately waved when she saw Ran Ran, "Of course, what did you bring? Let's hand it in together."

The "Appreciation" of the Qunfang Competition is divided into two parts, one part is appraisal, and answers are written on paper, and the authenticity is only required, and the other part is appreciation and oral answers.

Each participant brings one thing, which can be a painting, a book, or porcelain, etc. It can be genuine or fake.

Twenty people have twenty things in total, and four groups have eighty people and eighty things in total.

These 80 items, plus the 20 items provided by the Qunfang Tournament, make up a hundred pieces, which is the main goal of this assessment.

Ran holding the plate and walked to Simayue, "You can pretend to eat."

Song Shu Baidai went to pick it slowly, and the child took a fancy to the dish at a glance.

Is it good to eat something?

The thought that this beautiful dish had so many delicious dishes made me happy.

Simayue twitched the corners of her mouth and glanced at the underglaze multicolored porcelain dish with a white background and various melon and fruit snacks printed on it.

No matter what glaze or porcelain, it is a dish.

Seeing Ran Ran holding the dish to her and saying that the oranges on it looked sweet, Sima Yue nodded so that she didn't have to hold the dish, she could see it.

When children meet something they like, they want to share it. Seeing Miss Sister said that she could see it, Ran Ran put down her little hand and took the dish into her arms.

Low laughter sounded around.

There are good intentions and malicious ones.

Ran Ran saw the bad cub, and the one who was standing with the bad cub was smiling, really ugly.

They didn't say Ran Ran, only praised Song Xuewei.

"The treasures that Weiwei takes from the Treasure Hall must be rare treasures. Where do ordinary people have the opportunity to enter the Treasure Hall."

"Weiwei wants to pick books or paintings, and the flower vases are also very elegant."

"..."

Ranran didn't hear the hint, and was not interested in taking his gaze back. At this time, it was her turn, and the child stood on tiptoe with the saucer to the magistrate in front of him.

The female official Wang looked down and saw the white and tender dumpling, and said lightly: "This plate is good. Does anyone eat without a plate?"

A short sentence silenced the people who were suggesting it, with a little embarrassment on their faces.

Although the female official Wang did not participate in the review, it was from the palace that everyone respected.

Ran Ran likes this gangster temperament aunt, pointing to the orange on the dish and telling the madam Wang that this orange looks delicious.

The female officer Wang nodded blankly, and silently took away the dish.

Zai didn't feel cold either, and sat down with Sister A Yue contentedly.

When the people came, the female officials collected everything, several female officials and the female officials arranged everything neatly on the table, books and books in one place, paintings for paintings, porcelains for porcelains, and so on.

When everything is gathered up, time is almost up.

At this moment, Song Xuewei stepped forward and said something to the female official Wang, the female official Wang frowned slightly and turned to ask Deng Dan.

Deng Dan hadn't spoken yet, Kang Mao nodded his approval.

Song Xuewei smiled and stood beside the madam Wang, her voice clear and sweet.

She picked up a scroll, unfolded a painting, and implicitly said: "This is a painting that Weiwei took from the collection hall. There are many famous paintings in the collection hall. If you don't say it, Weiwei will not be defeated."

To know this round of rules, there are a total of one hundred things, one of which was brought by oneself, and the assessment is actually ninety-nine. Dong Yaoguo regards "nine" as the lucky number and likes to use nine. No points are actually added to something like that I bring.

Everyone knows that Song Xuewei took the paintings from the Collection Hall, and what kind of paintings it looks like, and the Collection Hall is all genuine. Knowing this is equivalent to being a little ahead.

The people present had mixed feelings and felt that they owed Song Xuewei a little bit. Most of them felt that Song Xuewei was fair and did not take advantage of her own losses, and it was a bit weird.

They didn't want to take advantage of this, so they were forced to come over.

If this is won by a small advantage, it won't be victorious.

Little did she know that Song Xuewei had this idea. Song Xuewei had confidence in herself. The previous competition was not beautiful enough. If she wins this time, there will be a modest one this time, and let people secretly promote it, and she will win beautiful enough!

If there is an accident, they will be tied with Zhang Yawen, so that the opponent will not be able to win, and he will be named second, and actually the first.

Song Xuewei glanced lightly and slowly, with a trace of complacency.

Her father knew what painting she had chosen, and he must have informed Song Ran in advance. She just didn't want Song Ran to take advantage of it. By that time, she would only answer the one that she had said, and the face would be ugly.

After Song Xuewei finished speaking, the female official Wang began to announce the rules.

"The exam questions are divided into two rounds, the first round-Jian."

"Competition time-three sticks and half fragrant."

"The first three sticks of incense are allowed to move around. During the period, they are not allowed to talk or cheat. The cheaters will be disqualified from the Qunfang competition. In the second half, the sticks of sticks are not allowed to move and answer quietly."

"After the incense is burned out, the writing will stop automatically and the answer sheet will be collected."