I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"Kill the enemy..."

"Winter Dongdong..."

A burst of gongs and drums sounded, and nine children who played the role of the Ming army came up from the bottom of the stage on wooden horses.

The handsome little guy at the front waved the weapon in his hand and pointed at the little fat pier.

"Who is the enemy general? I am the grandson of Emperor Ming. My subordinates will not kill unknown people!"

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

Good guy, this is going to be a fight.

"Hearing the name of the enemy, I am delighted. Cutting down this person can destroy the enemy. With the spikes in my hands, I will ride a horse and kill the enemy to protect my wife!"

Little Fatty didn't say his name, but instead laughed, sang a verse, and rushed up with the little bamboo horse under his crotch.

The two sides fought together in an instant.

And it's not just playing around with gestures, it's going straight up for real.

These little fellows are not elementary school students spoiled by grandparents and mothers in later generations.

These little guys have all learned the art of fighting on the battlefield. Although this is just a stage performance, fighting is all about real kung fu.

The collision of wooden knives and wooden swords made the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong, coupled with the childish shouts and shouts of the little guy, completely deduced the appearance of a small battlefield.

Of course, even though it was a real fight, these little guys also understood that it was a show, so they put in a little effort when they struck.

And the little guys who played the role of Wala even fought with each other for a while, and then showed their flaws and let the opponent kill them.

After all, the Ming army is upright in this drama, and uprightness wants to live to the end. As for the villains, it doesn't matter.

"Ah ah ah..."

There were constant screams on the stage, and the little guys who played the role of the Wara soldiers were constantly chopped down to the ground by the little guys who played the Ming army.

In the end, only the handsome little guy and Zhu Zhangui's little chubby guy were left on the stage.

The two sides were having a great time fighting back and forth, and the collision of mace and wooden knives made the sound of ping-pong-pong.

Although Zhu Qirui was fed by his grandparents into a chubby little guy, this little guy is very flexible.

Totally a flexible little fat guy.

Jumping, rolling, and even backflips and front flips are easier than those skinny kids.

"it is good!"

Although Xiaopang Dun played the villain, his flexible movements and fierce moves won loud applause from the audience off the stage.

The audience was excited to watch, but the handsome little guy who played Zhu Zhangui was a little anxious.

That's not right, didn't you say that you will fall if you hit a few tricks casually, why are you still playing, I will soon be unable to bear it.

The handsome little guy was sweating coldly on his forehead, and when the two passed by each other, he quickly reminded him.

"Brother Rui, you can die!"

The little chubby, who was playing happily, reacted immediately when he heard the reminder from the handsome little guy.

I was having fun just now, and I forgot that I was a villain, so I was going to die quickly.

By the way, how should I die?

The little chubby Zhu Qirui forgot for a while, the way of death that Mr. explained.

But it doesn't matter.

How to die is not dead.

The two yelled again and rushed towards each other. When the mace and the wooden knife intersected, Xiao Pangdun pretended to be unsteady in his hand, and the mace flew out all at once.

The handsome little guy understood instantly, and with a slash of the knife in his hand, it wiped the little chubby's neck.

"Dongdongdong... Dong!"

The fierce battle drums slammed violently, and the stage froze instantly.

Little Pang Dun clutched his neck unwillingly and desperately, and looked down the stage. The handsome little guy was holding a knife in his hand, and made a handsome movement of slashing.

Everyone stared at the stage, waiting for the next ending.

"thump!"

As the villain, Zhu Qirui naturally knows how to set off the strength of integrity.

He staggered a few steps while clutching his neck, his small eyes widened, and fell heavily on a little guy who played the role of a corpse.

"Oh, smashed me to death!"

Little Fatty's heavy weight is not something ordinary people can bear.

Because of fighting for too long, Zhu Qirui forgot where he deserved to die, and took a few steps back a little too much, and directly hit his partner.

"Hahaha…"

The sudden accident made the people watching very happy, clapping their hands and laughing, and kept shouting hello.

They all knew in their hearts that this should be an accident, but it didn't matter, and they were very happy to watch.

The handsome little guy, who was still posing and about to say his closing words, twitched his mouth fiercely.

Well, this can't be played.

Obviously he is decent, why are the eyes of the audience attracted by the villain.

Do you want to say your own closing words?

Looking at the audience below, they kept their eyes on Xiao Pangdun, who was rubbing his belly for Xiao Bing.

The handsome little guy sighed inwardly, and quickly said the closing words, ending this unexpected performance.

Although there were many accidents in this performance, it brought a lot of joy to everyone in the audience.

Everyone applauded and applauded, giving these little guys the greatest support and encouragement.

Whether the little ones will be told by Mr., the audience in the audience didn't care. With this good program, everyone is looking forward to the next performance.

It's a pity that the little guys below didn't bring the better show they imagined, but started the big cycle again.

"Next, please enjoy the chorus brought by the third class of the second grade, serving the country faithfully!"

"Next, please enjoy the chorus brought by class one of the third grade, serve the country faithfully!"

"Next, please enjoy the chorus brought by Class [-] of the third grade, Shenzhouhong!"

The parents looked stiff and clapped mechanically.

In today's performance, apart from the initial review, they seemed to have watched three shows.

One is Shenzhouhong, the other is serving the country loyally, and the only thing that brings them happiness and eyes is the eight thousand cavalry breaking the enemy camp.

The performance gradually came to an end, and finally the graduation ceremony ended when all the teachers and students stood up and sang Ming Dynasty.

"The military flag with Ming characters is fluttering in the wind, and the singing of victory is so loud..."

"Your Highness, I will not bother you anymore, I will take my leave first!"

After the ceremony, the school gave the students three days off.

Parents walked to each class and began to lead their children back.

The veteran received the child first, and seeing that Zhu Zhangui was still waiting in Class [-], Grade [-], he came over and whispered hello.

Zhu Zhangui nodded with a smile, looked at the little guy who was following the veteran, reached out and took out a handful of candy from his arms, and gave it to the little guy.

"This…"

The veteran was a little flattered, and subconsciously wanted to salute and thank him.

Zhu Zhangui grabbed the opponent, patted his shoulder and smiled.

"Okay, go back, see you later."

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The veteran glanced around, thanked him, then kicked Tangle's missing son, who was holding Tangle, and asked him to salute before leaving with the little guy.

Zhu Qirui's class is the last one after school.

There is no way, whoever caused them to have such a big accident just now, the husband must say a few words, and the main object of criticism is Zhu Qirui who caused the accident.

But this little chubby guy is also thick-skinned, no matter what the husband says, he pretends not to hear it, and from time to time he winks at his good friends in the audience when the husband is not paying attention.

In this way, Zhu Zhangui, who was watching outside the door, felt itchy for a while.

After the teacher finished his lesson and assigned homework for three days, the children had a good time and ran out of the classroom.

"Father! How was my performance just now!"

Zhu Zhangui took his son's hand and walked back to the palace on the busy street.

Zhu Qirui, holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand, was gnawing on them while waiting for his father's evaluation of his performance.

Looking down at the little guy whose mouth was full of sugar, Zhu Zhangui took out a square towel and wiped his mouth.

"Good acting, but don't act next time!"

Zhu Qirui was a little puzzled, since he acted very well, why did he ask himself not to act next time?

"Father, isn't my acting very good, why can't I act next time!"

Zhu Zhangui took his son's hand and walked forward while thinking about today's performance.

"Because I feel itchy when I see you in that outfit!"

Zhu Qirui was even more puzzled.

"Father, why are you itching!"

Zhu Zhangui looked down at the little fat pier.

"I want to beat you because of you!"

Zhu Qirui stared.

"Why did you beat me up!"

Zhu Zhangui: "Before asking why, I want to ask you, why don't you play me?"

Zhu Qirui didn't expect to reply.

"Because I don't fit your tall and heroic image, sir thinks it's more suitable for me to play the Wala!"

"At that time, I felt that what Mr. said was wrong. I am obviously your son, why doesn't it match your image!"

Zhu Zhangui froze for a moment, a little uncertain.

"Maybe your husband thinks that I should be very handsome and handsome, so he found someone with a better image."

Zhu Qirui frowned.

"But you don't look good either!"

The corner of Zhu Zhangui's mouth twitched.

He really wanted to tell his little boy that with status, status and money, even if you look uglier than a pig, countless people will praise you as a peerless handsome guy.

Money and status will infinitely increase a person's appearance.

For example, is a certain Cong really handsome?

Obviously not, and it's very common.

If the blessing without identity is placed in the crowd, it is easy to be ignored by others, or even pass by, and you may not remember the existence of this person after a while.

But with money and status, he becomes a peerless handsome guy, the kind that countless beauties can't forget after just one glance.

As for these beauties, whether they can't forget their looks or their money is unknown.

"Little brat, your father and I are handsome not because of appearance, but because of inside!"

"Oh!"

Zhu Qirui nodded half understanding, then glanced at Zhu Zhangui, and muttered in a low voice.

"What's the use of connotation, the face is still not good-looking, I really don't know how my mother is so beautiful, how did she fall in love with you."