After the zombies traveled through time, they were tricked by the villain into becoming a stepmother

The cute little dumpling looked even more adorable with his mouth puffed up in anger. He called the older brothers and sisters in the room to come and make the snow doll happy with a smile.

"Ah, Sister Chuchu is going too far. How could she not take our little Qianqian to play? When they come back, I must pout hard, do you understand?"

"Well, Wojidao!"

"Wu Xiaopang, go away and stop teasing her. Look, the cake in your mouth is all sprayed out."

Zhao Jiuniang smiled as she wiped the cake crumbs from the corners of the little cub's mouth, and then stroked the silly hair next to Xiaojiujiu vigorously twice.

"Xianxian, don't be angry. If such a pretty girl is angry, she won't be pretty anymore!

Sister Xiaojiu's dowry also includes a farm, and there is a big pond where you can fish. When we come back on a good day, Sister Xiaojiu will take you there to play, okay?"

Lin Qianqian turned to look at her brother, and when she heard no objection, the clever little boy nodded happily.

"it is good!"

"So nice."

This little girl is indeed very well-behaved and seems very smart and clever, more likable than her brothers and sisters at home. But is Ninth Sister too kind to this child?

Zhao Bogao, who was sitting on the side, looked at his cousin, who held the kid in her arms skillfully and naturally, wiping his hands and face and coaxing him to play, not like she was usually not close to her sisters at home. A hint of depression flashed in his eyes.

Shu Jie'er's relationship with her brothers and sisters at home was far from being as familiar and comfortable as with these few people. Of course, he also knew that those brothers and sisters were not wholeheartedly devoted to this cousin from the next room.

Zhao Bogao was a little frustrated. He couldn't make others treat Ninth Sister well, but he could try his best to treat her well. After all, this ill-fated sister was brought back by him and his mother.

So whenever Zhao Jiuniang was going somewhere, as long as the situation allowed, there would be a weak tail following behind her. Of course, he certainly couldn't play any protective role. When she was in danger, she would have to rely on Jiuniang to swing her knife to save her life.

But with him as her brother, there won't be any gossip outside. This is also a kind of protection for his sister, right?

Zhao Bogao, who had persuaded himself, continued to sit aside in a daze, quietly serving as a background board.

"Youan, when are you going to class? Hasn't Minister Chu finished his work yet?"

Pei Dingyang asked a few questions, which made Lin Youan feel strange.

"When did you become so nosy? Isn't this what Fatty Wu likes to do?"

"What are you talking about? Who doesn't like to pry into other people's affairs?"

Wu Zhongzhao sneered.

"Besides, is he the kind of person who has nothing to do after eating? He wants to find out the truth, and then the three of us can go together!"

"Hmm, hm? What do you mean by walk together?"

Lin Youan was a little confused.

"Aren't you going to Hongwenguan? Let's all go!"

Wu Xiaopang bared his teeth and smiled smugly.

"That's not right. Aren't you two studying at the Imperial College? Even if you two want to go to the Hongwen Academy, you can't just go there whenever you want, right?"

Lin Youan tried to use words and sentences as civilized as possible so as not to hurt the poor student's non-existent self-esteem.

"It's OK that Pei Dingyang is a member of the royal family. He has always been well-educated. Is it appropriate for you, a child of a noble family, to go to Hongwenguan?"

"Why is it inappropriate? Although I have no talent, my family is rich! When my father heard that I wanted to study hard, he used his connections to donate a library to Hongwenguan overnight."

Wu Xiaopang, who has always had a clear understanding of himself and his father, is also frank when talking about the backdoor issues.

Jiu Niang's brother, who had failed to get into the Hongwenguan after three consecutive attempts, couldn't help but get defensive.

"Do you have an attic of books that you can donate?"

When Zhao Bogao said this, he was gritting his teeth, and his handsome and gentle face was distorted to look a little pitiful.

"No, there are only my father and I. The number of words that we can recognize is not enough to burn a large basin of ashes. Where do we get so many books?"

"So you said you donated a library?"

"Yes, I donated a library! Please listen carefully, okay? The key point is the word "building" and "library", not the word "book collection"."

This time the explanation is very clear.

In order to get his useless son Wu Xiaopang into a prestigious school, Wu Dapang, the Duke of Wu, found someone and used some method to build a building for Hongwenguan. In exchange for a place for a borrowed student, he let his son go in and get a glimpse of brilliance.

Well, that's the situation.

Then, the nerd shut himself off.

He felt that his three views were being tortured by this evil world! His hard work in studying was not as useful as the money spent by this ignorant noble son.

This broken world is almost doomed!

In fact, this kid really misunderstood. He didn't know that what was useful was not the money at all, but the golden signboard of the Wuguogong Mansion, a founding noble and hereditary inheritance.

So when he returned home and ran to his biological father to cry and complain, demanding that his family donate a library in exchange for a place in the Hongwenguan, he was ruthlessly attacked by his father, Lord Zhao, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.

"Why? Dad, you are at least a third-rank official. How come our family is so poor that we can't even afford to build a building?"

The child doesn’t believe it and is going to make a fuss!

"I'm much smarter than the fat kid from the Wu family. He only studied for a few years but was able to get into Hongwenguan. Why can't I? I think I can do it too!"

"No, you can't."

His father's cruel refusal once again succeeded in arousing the coward's rebellious heart.

"It's not that I can't do it, it's obviously you who can't do it! We're all fathers, so why can Wu Xiaopang's father squeeze him in? What's wrong with me?"

"Well, maybe that's what you need."

Lord Zhao silently raised the shiny ruler, and his silly son finally cried and ran away.

Looking at her foolish second son crying so sadly, Sun couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Master, why don't you try to find a way? Look at this silly boy who really wants to go. Why don't we..."

"What way should I look for?"

When Zhao Wenxing put down the ruler and turned to look at his wife, there was no extra expression on his face.

The man in his forties still had a handsome and elegant face, and a gentle and calm temperament, living up to his reputation as a young man from an aristocratic family. This man's face was just like his character, noble, aloof and with his own character.