Lanling covered the moon

That place is called Firework Lane, next to Goulan Courtyard, Ruoliu Alley.

Xiao Zimo was talking about the place where she lives now.

Why. . . . . .Two-year-old student Zi Mo couldn't help but let out a long sigh.Her rich young father is absolutely confused, did he really listen to what the teacher said?The nunnery of wooden fishes is not suitable for a child like her to grow up, but this kind of land of seeking flowers and willows is even more detrimental to the child's physical and mental health, okay?What are you doing. . . . . .

Rubbing his temples with his tender little hands, last night the entertainment place at the street crossed the street with singing and dancing until midnight, Xiao Zimo almost called 110 to report that they were disturbing the people.

Why. . . . . .where is the phone.I miss you very much!

Zimo grabbed a palm fan and shook the fan, which was bigger than her head, and missed the air conditioner and fan, and had better have another ice cream.

The door creaked open.It's not the nanny who has been rejected by her ten thousand times, and every time she picks her up, she opens her skirt to reveal her impressive bust, what an annoyance!

Why?Who is this?

Xiao Zimo let go of his little hand, threw the cattail fan on the ground next to the cradle, and sucked his fingers with his small mouth. She is so cute and ignorant!Hahaha!

"Old slave Liu Guan, entrusted by Mr. Gao, came to take care of your son's daily life in the future. I hope Mr. Gao will support you in the future. If you have any shortcomings, I hope Mr. Haihan." After finishing speaking, the man respectfully looked at Zi Mo in the cradle He bowed and saluted.

"Pfft!" Xiao Zimo couldn't help laughing as he played with the clay figure on the bed.

In fact, there was no one else in the room at the moment. A two-and-a-half-year-old child was sitting on the rocker, fiddling with a slingshot with one hand and holding a clay figurine with the other.Liu Guan raised his head in doubt and looked up, where the children playing there were slingshots catching the clay figurines, giggling innocently and concentrating on their little tricks like all children.Except for the fact that Liu Guan was stunned for a moment because he already showed a heavenly beauty at such a young age, he is no different from ordinary children.illusion?

"My lord, are you laughing at me?" Liu Guan couldn't hide his surprise, he clearly saw the sneer in the little baby's eyes for a moment, "The old slave is pedantic, let the master laugh, the old slave is a southern Han, I have heard and seen the Four Books and the Five Classics since I was a child, and the three cardinal guides and five constant principles are naturally different from the bold and unrestrained martial arts of the big clan in the north, which made me laugh, laugh at me..."

Liu Guan bowed again, saluting respectfully.A style of ancient Confucian scholars.

Southern Han people?Xiao Zimo raised his head and looked at this man carefully. He had a sparse beard and a fair and refined face.

South. . . . . .Her hometown is also in the Jiangnan water town, the Yangtze River Delta region.But that was the south hundreds or even thousands of years later.

Because of this relationship, Xiao Zimo has a good impression of this respectful and modest scholar.

This gentleman seems to be very knowledgeable, and it must be an understatement to say that he takes care of the daily life.Her young father also knows how to find a reliable teacher to give her an initial education, so it seems that he is not all a jerk father.

"Na na... Enen... That, that..." Is it reasonable for a two-year-old to say such a sentence?Xiao Zimo pouted his pink mouth, pouted his buttocks and leaned on the side of the shaker, and stretched out his arms like lotus roots.

"What do you want, young master? Do you want the old slave's help?"

"Yeah..." Zimo was reaching for the little bronze mirror.God, finally someone understands what she means~

Liu Guan brought Xiao Zimo the mirror that she had been thinking about for a long time.Yellow, but much better than the reflection on the water.

Xiao Zimo shrunk, and she didn't know what she looked like.I finally got a mirror, so I took it over and looked at it carefully.

. . . . . .The little baby held the mirror, reunited with himself in the mirror after a long absence for two years, Xiao Zimo stared at it with wide eyes!

Slap. . .The child's hand was not steady, and the mirror fell from Xiao Zimo's hand immediately. Fortunately, Liu Guan caught it in time, so the mirror didn't break.

ah. . . . . .Xiao Zimo was astonished.

She used to look pretty good, and now her skin is even better.No, it's more than good, remembering that the nun in the nunnery praised her celestial appearance in the letter to the young father, she always thought it was a polite flattery, but she didn't expect it. . . . . .

Can a two-and-a-half-year-old grow up to be so scientific?

Is a two-and-a-half-year-old boy growing up so scientifically?The parts below her have not exerted their energy yet, so that her face is so enchanting at the age of two and a half? !

Xiao Zimo wanted to cover his face and roar, Monet's cry must have been painted for her.

This appearance, in another three to five years, will turn all sentient beings upside down.

When the time comes to pack and sneak out for a trip, you have to pay attention to your life safety. How can you roam the rivers and lakes alone and kill all directions? ? !Anger!This world is too messy!

Xiao Zimo suddenly realized that it was not enough for her young father to find her a teacher who could read and write.She herself asked for an additional class-martial arts class!

In this way, Xiao Zimo settled down in the bustling city of Yecheng where every inch of land is expensive.Although it is close to the red light district, living in another courtyard is comfortable and comfortable.

In fact, it is customary for children here to start practicing martial arts at the age of five.Ke Zimo couldn't wait, and she was also afraid that she, a little white-collar who was used to touching the mouse and blowing the air conditioner, would collapse in the wind, had a weak body, so she flew away early.

The gentleman that the young father invited her to teach her was very powerful, he was Hu Luguang, the great general of the dynasty.

Xiao Zimo pays equal attention to both civil and martial arts, and makes great strides towards Zhonghua Haoerlang all the way.

Under the careful cultivation of Mr. Liu Guan Liu, Zimo gradually changed from a big illiterate who was full of Chinese characters but could hardly recognize half of them when reading a book. Admire her own writer!Great writer!

Of course, this is what Xiao Zimo himself said. . . . . .

Crack, Mr. Liu tapped on her small desk again with a ruler.Why. . . . . .The small desks used by people in this era are very short, no more than 40 centimeters.She knelt and sat on the mat all day long, unable to stretch her legs. Fortunately, she was young, otherwise she would not have died of exhaustion if she shrank herself!Hey, my legs are sore.Taking advantage of his husband's inattention, Xiao Zimo sat on one side with his legs crossed.

"My lord, your words and sentences are starting to be out of order again. The old slave has always praised you for being smart, and you can learn many Chinese characters without a teacher. Although the pronunciation is a bit strange, you understand the meaning. Now you finally know all the characters you should know. But how can you write such upside-down articles with no rules at all, how is this proper? The old slave thinks that the old slave understands what the young master writes, but you can’t get on the stage when you write like this, but you will be ridiculed Yes! Hey! Is it because the old slave can’t teach the law?” Mr. Liu Guan stroked his beard, patted the ruler, and paced back and forth in the room anxiously.

Why. . . . . .She is also in a difficult situation.Wearing the body of a little baby, it is actually the brain of a woman named Bensan. She has no advantage in learning languages, but fortunately, her body is still young, so she can learn slowly and have plenty of time.Is it easy for her to transition from modern Chinese to ancient Chinese, from typing on the keyboard and pinching a ballpoint pen to writing a small official script the size of a tadpole with a soft brush soaked in ink?

The pronunciation of ancient Chinese is not difficult for her, the key is that she still has to learn Xianbei.

Don't talk anymore, if you talk too much, it will be tears!Is Xianbei written by human beings?How naive she was when she said that poor English meant she loved China!

Sighing habitually, I simply put my buttocks on the mat and let my legs stretch freely, ah~~~~~~~It’s so comfortable!