Daming Super Daddy

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After about a cup of tea, the sound of light footsteps came from the door of the dining hall, and Xu Miaojin came with a young girl who looked quite similar to her.

"Uncle Song, she, she, she..."

Zhu Zhanji, who was staring in the direction of the door with curiosity on his face, stood up from his chair when he saw Xu Miaojin, pointed at Xu Miaojin, stuttered and couldn't speak.

"Well, let me tell you, Brother Xuan, have you seen it?" Zhu Huixun came over with a mean face and a smile, he couldn't stop laughing.

"How could she be Xu Miao... Uh, Aunt Xin? Isn't this too coincidental?" Zhu Zhanji still had a look of disbelief on his face, obviously unable to accept this result.

"It's a bit of a coincidence!" Zhu Huixun grinned, very silly and innocent.

"Your Highness!"

Xu Miaojin didn't care about the discussion of the two little guys, but directly brought the young girl to Zhu Song, first bowed to Zhu Song, and then introduced: "Your Highness, this is my cousin Xu Wanjun."

"Oh?" Zhu Song has actually been paying attention to this woman for a long time. At least this girl is more in line with Zhu Song's perception of ancient women than Xu Miaojin.

"Mr. Wan has met His Highness!" Xu Wanjun looked much gentler than Xu Miaojin.

"You don't need to be too polite!" Zhu Song didn't give Xu Wanjun a cold face. After all, this girl is innocent, and she might have a baby for herself in the future. It's better not to have a relationship like Xu Miaojin's, which is so rigid : "Mr. Wan, you will be a member of the palace in the future, if you have any requests, just ask me!"

"Wanjun knows!" Xu Wanjun looked like the Xiaojiabiyu type, and she didn't dare to raise her head when talking to Zhu Song.

"Okay, everyone is here!" Zhu Song nodded to Xu Wanjun, clapped his hands and said, "Sit down, let's have dinner!"

Five people gathered around two tables and began to eat separately.

Regarding the different meals on the two tables, the two sisters Xu Miaojin did not show any dissatisfaction. It seems that the two girls have accepted their fate.

It's just that Xiao Xiangxiang, who has been waiting behind Xu Miaojin, is a little unhappy, and she can hang a sesame oil bottle with her mouth pouted.

Everyone finished their breakfast in silence, and it was already time to leave the dining hall.

Originally, according to the royal regulations, on the day after the prince's wedding, the prince should take the princess to the palace to meet the officials and the elders of the clan.

However, judging from Zhu Song's temperament, it may be difficult for him to behave in a well-behaved manner.

After leaving the dining hall, seeing the light rain outside the house was still dripping, Zhu Song ignored sister Xu Miaojin and took the two little guys to the study.

There was nothing to do today, and the weather was quite cool, Zhu Song suddenly remembered what he had discussed in the wine shop last night. This poetry gathering is not something that can be held simply, there are many things that need to be prepared.

So, Zhu Song thought about it, taking advantage of the cool weather, to make a general plan for this matter.

In addition, the two little guys, Zhu Huixun and Zhu Zhanji, have been in the Han Palace for a long time.

During this period of time, Zhu Song has been making arrangements for getting married. Although he occasionally has free time, but in such a hot weather, Zhu Song just took the two little guys to enjoy the shade in the pavilion, and had no intention of doing anything else.

It's time for these two little guys to learn something, and the agreement to take care of these two little guys can't just be verbal, right?

"Huixun, Xiaoxuan, when the two of you were at the mansion, did your master teach you how to read and write?" In the study, Zhu Song was sitting upright on a grand teacher's chair with a serious face.

"Learn to read?" Zhu Huixun said blankly, "My father taught my nephew a few poems, but I don't know many of them anymore!"

Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Song and said, "Uncle Song, my father hired a teacher for me, but he taught me all kinds of things every day. I was annoyed, so I didn't learn much."

Zhu Song thought for a while, these days when a child's enlightenment is nothing more than "Three Character Classic", "Thousand Character Classic", "Hundred Family Surnames" and the like, it is somewhat difficult to recognize and distinguish characters intuitively.

What's more, these three kinds of wisdom-opening books are quite suitable for children who have reached the age of seven, after all, they already know how to learn and practice.

But the two little guys are only three or four years old, and they are at the age of playing. If no one urges them to learn what they learned a week ago, they may forget it after a week. The "San Zi Jing" is not suitable for them.

After thinking about it for a while with his head down, Zhu Song decided to bring out the pinyin, what initials, finals, and tones... As long as you memorize the pinyin, you can express it completely in words even if you don't know how to write.

Do as soon as you think, always Zhu Song's style, he grabbed a brush from the table, dipped some ink, and began to write and draw on the rice paper.

The two little guys are strange, what happened to this Uncle Song (Uncle Song), he lowered his head and swiped for a while after asking a question, what did he do?

"Uncle Song, what is this thing? It looks like a tadpole in a strange way. Don't you want to draw a landscape painting?"

The last two little guys couldn't bear it any longer. They stepped forward to grab the eaves of the table, looked at the weird symbols on the rice paper, and couldn't help asking curiously.

"These are called phonetic alphabets. Look, this one reads 'ah', this one says 'oh', and this one says 'Russia'..." Zhu Song put down the brush in his hand, pointed to the pinyin letters that looked like ghost symbols, and gave two The little one reads.

"Uncle Song, what's the use of these alphabets?" Zhu Huixun asked simply.

"It's useful, it's very useful!" Zhu Song blew on the ink on the rice paper, and said, "Don't underestimate these phonetic alphabets, with these phonetic alphabets, both of you can understand even the most difficult words. "

The two little guys were a little confused, looking at Zhu Song's face, they were dumbfounded.

That's right, just these ghost symbols can make the two of them become 'knowledgeable', how is it possible?

"Hey, don't you believe me?" Zhu Song was amused by the expressions of the two little guys, and said, "Why don't I write a poem now, and you two will take the poem to Bai Changshi later, and let you Grandpa Bai taught you how to read this poem, and when you come back after learning it, let's verify it, how about it?"

"Uncle Song, you won't come up with a poem that's hard to read on purpose, will you?" Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Song suspiciously, and said, "Huixun and I are slow learners, don't come back when the time comes Yes, you're gone."

"Look at what you said, when did Uncle lie to you?" Zhu Song patted the table, spread out the rice paper, and said, "Wait!"

"What to write?" Zhu Song held the brush in his hand, paused on the rice paper, suddenly grinned, and swiped the brush:

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces. Thousands of pieces, tens of thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the reed flowers and never disappearing."

This poem is "Ode to the Snow" by Zheng Banqiao. The reason why I chose this poem is because there are many words repeated in it, and it is catchy and easy to remember.

After drying the ink stains, Zhu Song folded the rice paper and handed it to Zhu Huixun, saying: "Huixun, you two should go to your grandpa Bai, uncle is waiting for you here!"

"Okay, let's go now, Uncle Song, don't run away!" Zhu Huixun grabbed the rice paper, dragged Zhu Zhanji and ran out of the study.

"These two brats!" Looking at the two frizzy little guys, Zhu Song shook his head.

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Compared with the heartless Zhu Song, Xu Miaojin was a little worried.

"Miss, why did you put up with it when we were in the canteen just now?" Xiangxiang's face was full of indignation, "Obviously they are the masters of the palace, and my uncle is too bullying, giving the lady these pig food... ..."

This girl speaks without restraint, saying that the morning meal is pig food. Doesn't that mean that their young lady and Miss Tang are pigs?

Xu Miaojin gave Xiangxiang a hard look, and said: "Little girl, do you want to live in a firewood house? If this breakfast is pig food, don't you eat it with gusto?"

"Miss, I..."

Xiangxiang didn't expect why her lady would have such a big reaction. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that she had said something wrong, after all, it tasted delicious when she ate it.

"Sister Miaomiao, don't blame Xiangxiang, that's not what Xiangxiang means." Xu Wanjun began to smooth things over, "Besides, it is indeed His Highness's fault for this matter. You and His Highness were in the bridal chamber yesterday, and your body just broke. Some good things to replenish your body..."

Chapter 30 Is this also called poetry?