Bastards are difficult

There is a human nature of P!

All teachers are bastards, devils, bastards who bully children!

Zhang Xiu was writing big characters with an ink-smeared face of a resentful woman, and there was a little devil making troubles beside her.

Jiang Mingbo laughed and ran over again, bumping his head into Zhang Xiu's stomach, Zhang Xiu's hand trembled, and a few more drops of ink from the brush flew, and there would always be a drop or two that slipped through the net and fell on him regardless of Zhang Xiu's dodge face.

Zhang Xiu endured and endured and finally couldn't take it any longer. Wiping his face made his face even more miserable. He pushed Jiang Mingbo onto the desk and held him down to prevent him from moving. He picked up a pen and scribbled on his face Draw, and mutter while drawing: "I will make you mess up, I will make you mess up, I will let you mess up."

Jiang Mingbo was ignorant, he thought this brother was playing with him, he laughed and grabbed the pen in his hand.

Yes, you read that right, since Mr. Zhong visited the Zhang family, his place of residence has changed from the exclusive small courtyard of the Zhang family to a small broken courtyard with the Jiang family brothers. Not only that, but his daily handwriting practice The time has been increased from the original half stick of incense to one stick of incense, that is, from three ten minutes to one hour, because Mr. Zhong said that the time for a five-year-old child should not be too long, and half an hour is just right.

To make matters worse, Mr. Zhong said that Zhang Xiu was lonely as a child, so he might as well live with the fifth son. It became Xiaodouding Zheng Mingyan.

Zhang Qian agreed.

Zhang Xiu almost cried, he really wanted to shake Zhang Qian's neck and ask him, don't you want to get involved with Prince Jing? What do you mean by sending your son to Prince Jing's mansion?An only child can't be a hostage, hey, or you'll lose your children and grandchildren, daddy Prince Jing is not a good guy.

In fact, Zhang Qian was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do. Ever since King Jing told him about that matter, he has been restless.

Dasheng has always been passively defensive against Wala and Duoyan on the border. Once these people run out of food in winter, they will go south to plunder.

Dasheng's frontier army is too late to defend, let alone take the initiative to attack.

However, King Jing made such a suggestion, to take the initiative to attack and kill the main force of Oirat in the autumn. Zhang Qian was also moved.

He hadn't agreed before because he considered that this had never happened before.

King Jing's Wenzhi and martial arts are actually not as good as today's, and even his military skills are even better than today's. When Zhong Huairen came to the Zhang family, he explained King Jing's detailed plan to him, and Zhang Qian actually thought it was feasible.

Wars are not scary, but what is scary is that the front and the rear are unstable, and some people will even stir up civil strife on purpose.

This is not unfounded worry. Eight years ago, there was an extra force in the desert outside the Great Wall. The number of people ranged from dozens to thousands. You can see flying yellow sand.

Dasheng's caravan going to the west was attacked countless times in the past few years, and there were few survivors left. Last time, even the caravan sent by Prince Jing's mansion was not spared, which completely angered Prince Jing.

After several investigations, Prince Jing also found out that there must be an inner ghost in this matter, otherwise the life route would not be so clear.

Logically speaking, the dispatch of troops only needs to be discussed between King Jing and the current general Qian Yusheng (Qian Zhuan's father), but King Jing came to pull him in again.

Zhang Qian couldn't figure out what Prince Jing was trying to do, but Prince Jing's attitude was firm, and it was useless even if he objected, not to mention that he didn't want to object at all, but he had to report it to Jingli.

It was only after reporting to Zhang Qian in Beijing that Prince Jing was a vassal king, and those who have always made great achievements would be catastrophes. Moreover, Prince Jing joined the army, and his style of conduct was biased towards warriors. Not to mention General Qian, the title of mighty Marquis can be seen. Therefore, there must be someone who is familiar with the court to fight with the group of literati.

This person had better be a member of the imperial court. He had better have an understanding of this side, and he had better have a good character. Zhang Qian felt that he was not very high-minded, but his reputation as an official for many years was impartial and selfless, which was the best for Prince Jing. s Choice.

Having thought through this point, Zhang Qian could only smile wryly, so when Zhong Huairen kicked Zhang Xiu off to send Zhang Xiu to Prince Jing's mansion, he agreed after a little thought.

If there was a war, and if there was a civil strife, at least Prince Jing's Mansion would be much safer than this mansion. The mansion has always been the first choice for rebels, at least to hug his last sliver of flesh and blood.

Zhang Qian didn't know about Zhang Xiu's painstaking efforts, he felt that his father must have reached menopause, otherwise he would not be so contradictory, and now he doesn't have the energy to complain about his cheap father, Jiang Mingbo sees Zhang Xiu and him It's more exciting to play.

Zhang Xiu almost died of anger, he was also three years old, how could this kid not be as good as his little sister?

"Come down! Come down, come down, do you hear me?" Zhang Xiu angrily tugged at Jiang Mingbo who was still tugging at his clothes.

Jiang Mingbo grinned, waving his small arms more vigorously, showing a mouthful of white teeth: "Come, come again, come again."

"Come to your sister."

Zhang Xiu scolded, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and sat on the ground with Xiaopangdun.

Little Pangdun, a three-year-old kid, is not tired. He, a fake kid who is too big a man, can't take it anymore. Why is this kid so noisy?

Mingyan came back with a face full of fuss, "Master, they are going too far, I just want some mung bean soup, but they actually said no."

Zhang Xiu sighed: "Why do you want mung bean soup? Hurry up and bring me a basin of water."

Mingyan exclaimed 'ah', and rushed to Zhang Xiu anxiously holding her face and said, "Master, what's wrong with you? What's going on?"

Jiang Mingbo pushed Mingyan in dissatisfaction - the little brother belongs to him, so he won't let others snatch it away - turned his head and put Zhang Xiu's arm in his arms and glared at Mingyan: "Damn it."

Mingyan didn't even look at him, and only cared about his young master. From this look, he knew that this little fat man must be making trouble again. Hmph, his young master is going to be the champion in the future. If this kid If he was smashed, he would definitely bully this little fat man to death.He doesn't care whether Mr. Jing is Mr. Jing or not.

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