Qinglian Chronicles

Fanwai: The back garden of the two small guesses is not too big. Bao Cunxin is also a well-known official. He does not eat empty, and is not allowed to bribe. If he is not a family, it is estimated that only the famous poor official in Beijing, Yao Ganjin, lived. There are only two entrances, five or six rooms in the blue brick courtyard.

Bao Cunxin and Yao Ganjin are friends of God's friendship. They are also in the same year. They are only obsessed with Yao's censorship status. They are not too close, but they will still have two small gatherings.

Although the Baojia is slightly richer, but ten years ago, there was no such thing as a hostess, so the meeting place is usually at the Yao family.

This time, it is the turn to arrange in the package.

The age of the three sons of the Baojia is smaller than that of the two brothers. His mother and two brothers are not one. They inherit the beauty of the mother. They are famous for their beauty from childhood, but the child has lost her mother. The temper is grotesque, not so big that he is happy.

"Three young masters, the lord asks you to go to the front hall to treat the guests." The big 丫 翠 翠 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭 纭The sweat oozing from the forehead sparkles in the sun.

Bao Yan was eleven years old, and he was red and white, and his black eyes were flying. Although he was still a child, he could be regarded as a little handsome boy. He looked at his chest and looked indifferently with his beautiful eyes. Turning away from the line of sight, he stretched out and yawned and said, "What guest?"

Cui Mei smiled: "It is Yao Yushi and his family."

"Ya's big son?" The beautiful boy raised his eyebrow slightly. "Is that the legend is taken by the superior to be a disciple of the apprentice? What does he look like?"

"How do you know this slave?" Cuimei is a few years older than her family. She has always grown up in a big way and eventually has to do a house. This girl’s love is beginning to open, and she looks at the beautiful young master every day. Inevitably, I am shy and charming. "Slaves can't go to the front."

The little bag raised his eyebrow proudly, and gently snorted in his nose and turned his face.

Proud children always don't like children who are praised by others in front of him. Baggage is no exception.

If the high man meets me early, will definitely not pick the child? He thought so confidently. It is impossible to have other children smarter than me. I must be the best.

No one is more beautiful than me, everyone sees me with my eyes shining.

The martial arts of martyrdom, I will learn as soon as I learn, I am much smarter than my brothers.

The husband who asked at home also said that I have never seen a child as smart as I am.

Someone has worked hard for a long time, I will see it again.

That high man is very unlucky, did not meet such a genius, but picked the Yao family's kid.

Bao Bian all the way to think like this, walked through the back garden, passing by the water, he could not help but look down at his reflection in the water, this look, can not help but look a few more.

When he looked up, he saw a little boy looking at him across from him.

Very strange.

He stared at the child.

It is a very small child, but it is at most seven or eight years old. It looks very handsome, but it is far less than oneself, but there are a pair of very dark and beautiful eyes and a black hair like a silk.

The child standing there was not very conspicuous, but his eyes seemed to lead to a deep and deep place. People looked and wanted to see it again, and couldn't help but stare at him.

"Who are you?" Bao said loudly.

The child looked at him and said nothing.

The bag was blown up.

The child did not see any disdainful expression, but he still felt despised.

I came to the front hall in a hurry, everyone was there, and the child was there.

He first smacked him a few words, ordered him to meet with Yao Shushu, and ordered him to sit in the chair under the two brothers.

He has never had a good face for him, and he is very strict with his two brothers, and he looks at the child with kindness.

All the adults who usually pay attention to him are paying attention to the child at this time.

The child seems to have nothing to do. If you use the food on the table casually, you can make the most discerning blame.

The bag is uncomfortable, he hates this child!

After eating, obviously smug, but very humble Yao Shushu ordered his baby son to play a set of fists for everyone to see.

The stinky child named Yao Jinxi slightly frowned, and no one found it. Only the baggage was found.

He walked to the center of the hall, and the surrounding area was silent. The child’s expression was calm and he held a fist and said, “Yes.”

When he moved, even the baggage forgot all the things, no one could remove his eyes.

A set of punches, the sound of thunder.

Bao Zhang opened his mouth.

It turns out that there is such martial arts in the world!

It’s totally different from what he taught him, and it’s completely different from the flower shelf he’s learned...

There is something in his heart that is churning and groaning.

Such a small child... Why is luck better than me?

I also thought that the martial arts of 爹爹 is already invincible in the world...

Bao Cunxin sighed and said: "Yao Daren, you are so blessed, my three reversals are not as good as a lang."

Although I know that I am talking about the slogan, Bao Zheng still feels that this is too difficult to tolerate.

I stayed with the nasty child for a few days, and Yao uncle agreed.

Because the family is the youngest, the child is arranged to live with him, and he also reads books together.

When the Master was teaching, he was taken aback again: the child is progressing faster than himself! He knows that many of them don’t even know it!

That is because he works hard. Bao Zheng took some malicious and disdain to think that he was playing all day, but that Yao Jinxi got up every day and started to practice.

Because of hard work, I learn better than myself. He can't be as smart as I am!

After living for a few days, the child left with his master.

Bao Zheng would like to see his master. He sometimes thinks: Maybe the Master will see me, and he will surprise me that I am a wizard and take me away.

However, Yao’s master, Shenlong, did not see the end, and no one could see it. Bao Zheng could not see him.

Bao Zheng also began to work hard to practice martial arts.

He didn't bother to learn from the kid, so everyone slept every night and he climbed up and practiced.

At the same time in the second year, Yao Jinyi returned from Master for a few days. Bao Cunxin asked him to stay for a few days and still live in the baggage room.

Bao Yu deliberately got up early and went to peek at him.

The result made him very depressed: he was even more different from him.

But one thing this year made him very happy: one day he invited him to play together, he found that the Yao family could not swim! He was very happy to say aloud: "How stupid! I don't even know water! I teach you!"

Yao Jiazi looked at him with his sloppy eyes and agreed. This time he didn't learn very fast, and he didn't even have a small school to learn.

Bao Zheng was elated and shouted: "You are too stupid!"

The kid looked at him again, dressed up, and refused to learn to swim again.

The child is really willful. Haha!

Bao Hao was happy for a few days.

And he found more and more things that the kid is not good at: playing the piano, painting, poetry...

When Yao’s kid went away this year, Bao Zheng was not so angry.

This year, he began to work hard to learn to play the piano, draw a picture, write a poem every day, and he was beaten several times without doing business.

Why are these not the right business?

Bao Zheng is a little wronged: the people in the world are really utilitarian, and they are a vulgar person. That kid is also.

As a result, Yao Jiada’s son returned to Baojia for a few days each year when he returned from Master. Everyone knows that he and Baojia Sangongzi are good friends.

In fact, I hate this stinky child. Bao Xin thought: I guess he hates me too.

This situation continued until the age of fourteen, and Bao Zheng was beaten by him and sent to the Western Region to study martial arts.

Looking at the buttocks, I was hurt. I had to squat on the wagon. He said with a calm face: "Your master is my good friend, and the martial artist is the strongest person in the acquaintance. I see you practicing martial arts on weekdays. Still a bit of interest, go this time, don't humiliate me..."

The wagon swayed and gradually moved away, but Bao Hao also saw his calm eyes, his face, the beard floating in the wind, and several of them had already turned white.

I can't see the nasty kid this year!

Packed up, bored thinking.