I got four guys to take the initiative

Once again, I sigh with emotion, fortunately she is only a child now, and I don't have to hear any particularly ugly words.

"Hedwig, I didn't mean to, but you're not ladylike at all for yelling at people."

I tried to keep my tone as calm as possible, like a patient brother.

Although the first solution seems to be difficult and long, you still have to try it.

I really don't know how to deal with children, and I don't know how to educate them—you know, in my previous life, I didn't even visit relatives, and the number of times I met bear children can be counted on one hand. Just make a detour.

"Why do you teach me, you're just an idiot who can't learn anything!" Hedwig continued to yell, obviously not convinced at all.

But her words suddenly reminded me, do I lack prestige?Then how can we establish prestige in the eyes of a little girl?Even if I can't "educate love" to her?

Is it okay to show your strong side?But I won't fight either?

In desperation, I suddenly thought of my only skill that could be considered a specialty.

"Who said that? I can draw, and I draw very well!" In order to make my words more believable, my voice raised unconsciously.

Drawing, to be precise, is drawing manga.In the long career of accompanying and drafting, I even learned to draw men's penis.

"Who are you lying to?" Hedwig widened her eyes, as if she couldn't believe that I would say that. "You haven't even held a pen."

She folded her arms and raised her chin.

"I will." At this time, I can only pray that the pencil in this world is the same as in the previous life. "If you don't believe me, let's make a bet? The loser... must listen to the other party and do one thing."

I had an idea again.To deal with this kind of arrogant little girl, the aggressive method is accurate.

Sure enough, Hegwig got the trick, and she clapped her hands, "It's a bet! I still don't believe that Radrian's straw bag can do anything other than breathing."

Called me by my current name for the first time.congratulations.

In the Duke of Scott's mansion, as the only legitimate son and daughter, Hedwig and I are surrounded by a group of maids and attendants with top-notch powers of observation.

As soon as we finished speaking, the head maid quietly appeared behind us.

"Please come with your servants. Paper and pens have been prepared in the flower pavilion, as well as tea and snacks. If you need anything else, please just ask."

Gossip aside, Hedwig and I walked towards the flower pavilion one after the other.It was a white pavilion covered with roses.

I saw the wooden pencil on the table at a glance, and I was relieved. Also, this is a cartoon drawn by my sister. The reference prototype must also come from reality, and it cannot be too outrageous.

"What do you want to see me draw?"

With the help of the maid, I sat on a chair that was too high for a six-year-old child, and asked Hedwig who was directly hugged on the chair opposite and had already started eating and drinking.

"As you wish." Hedwig snorted. "Even if you draw a pile of poop realistically, I will count you as a pass!"

Come on, shit is hard to draw.

I didn't make a sound, picked up the pen and looked at the paper for a while.

What are you drawing?

If the purpose is to convince Hedwig, or to like me, then...

After 10 minutes passed, Hedwig grew impatient.

"Have you finished painting? Isn't it just a painting? What are you doing?"

The unreasonable and vicious daughter started another villain performance.

At this time, I also have to suspect that my sister didn't even think about the rationality of making the supporting role a tool person. How could a duke's daughter be so uneducated?

Parents are the same as my previous life, whether they exist or not.

"Hagewig, you don't know how long it will take to paint, you don't know how to pretend you know, you're really not ladylike."

I emphasized the word lady again, and told her some of the words I learned these days in a way she could understand, "You don't know, do you? For nobles like us, ladies are the most popular, aren't you Lady, the prince won't like you either."

While talking, I kept painting and drawing, and it was almost finished.

"King, prince?"

Hegwig froze for a moment.Living in the duke's house, she has been exposed to the rumors of the royal family since she was a child. Of course, she knows about this creature, but she probably hasn't thought about it carefully.

As far as I know, what she loves most now is nothing more than two things, beautiful jewelry and skirts, not including the opposite sex.

"Yes, the prince will marry his princess one day, and the princess will have countless jewels and accessories, and some of them can only be worn by the princess."

I don't think it's a good thing for a little girl to have the concept that a prince is equivalent to jewelry, but it's too difficult for a person like Hedwig to develop some hobbies to divert attention.

... In order to avoid the ending of going to death together, let's turn her from a villain to a layman.

"Then I will be the princess!" Hedwig yelled immediately as I expected.

"It's done. Look at it."

I interrupted her howling, stood up the paper in my hand, and showed her.

Hedwig turned to look in my direction, then froze.

It must have never occurred to her that I would choose to paint her.

Also very beautifully drawn.

In fact, I'm not exaggerating, it's just that the woman I drew is a peaceful smile that she will never show at present.

This kind of smile is the technique my sister used to draw the heroine in her previous life. The eyes are watery and the mouth is slightly open. No matter how you look at it, it looks good.

"You, you..." Hedwig stammered.To her, it was inconceivable that her idiot brother could draw and painted her so beautifully on purpose.

What you want is incredible.

Moreover, in this way, no matter how beautiful my painting is, she will definitely not say that it doesn't look like it.Doesn't that mean you are ugly?

Plan pass:)!

"I drew it exactly after you." I smiled hypocritically at her, "You look so good-looking when you smile, so, sister, don't keep getting angry, it's not as good-looking as your smile."

Awesome, I was shown by myself.

"If you smile like this, the prince must like you." I tried to persuade.

"really?"

Hedwig's voice trembled, and she snatched the painting from my hand, "I, I know!"

She believed it.

Regarding the fact that I suddenly knew how to draw, Hegwig didn't show much concern, as a child, she can only see in front of her eyes. Although she lost a bet to me, she didn't care at all and just kept going. She smirked at the painting, liked it so much, and insisted that I draw a few more for her.

So I logically asked her to be more obedient.Although I don't know how long she can keep her enthusiasm for a painting, but it will work for a few days.But obviously, people other than Hedwig would be very suspicious of my sudden ability to draw.

But now I'm just a six-year-old kid, and I'm not afraid at all.

So, after receiving the summons from His Excellency the Duke, I walked briskly towards the golden lacquered door at the end of the corridor that I hadn't been to before.This is the first time that I have had the opportunity to meet the man of the mansion—my current father, Duke Scott—for the first time since I have been in the book for so many days.

The legendary greedy careerist.

After I knocked on the door three times, a bass voice came from inside: "Come in."

So the two attendants standing at the door opened the door for me, and I walked in without a sound.

It wasn't because I deliberately stepped lightly, although I really wanted to, but in fact, the entire floor of the room was covered with a dark red velvet carpet, and even if I stomped on it, there would be no sound.

I didn't have time to take a closer look at the decoration and furnishings in the room, but I was sure with just one glance that it was very, very grand. In the previous life, it was probably no more than the office of the president of a big country.

I tried not to be so reserved, and looked at the man behind the desk.

"Father, Gui'an."

There was no doubt that it was Duke Scott.He looks young, just like in the comics, without a beard, but his facial features are firm. He is definitely the kind of villain who decides life and death with a single sentence.

From the perspective of my six-year-old's short stature, I think he must be at least 1.9 meters.

He stood up as I approached.

"I haven't seen you and Hedwig for a few days." He put his hands behind his back and said.

Can't hear a word of emotion.But I think he was setting the stage for asking me why I paint.

"Everything is fine, thank you father for your concern."

I answered very cautiously according to the aristocratic etiquette that I have been cramming for these days.

"Yeah." Duke Scott nodded, "I heard that Hedwig has always played petty temper from time to time. As the eldest brother, don't forget to lead by example."

I quickly said yes.But I have already rolled my eyes countless times in my heart-why you don't care if you are her father?I'm the eldest brother, but I'm only 5 minutes older, and I'm only six years old, what the hell do I know?If the real Raedlian was here, I would probably be too scared to refute from your unsmiling appearance, but I dare not say that I don’t know anything at all.

So the two children went all the way down.

All right, all right, anyway, now that I'm wearing it, I can still work hard.

Just as I was muttering, wondering when he would get to the point, he suddenly walked around the desk and came to me.

"I heard you talked about the Crown Prince to Hedwig, where did you hear about those things?"

He suddenly squatted down, looked at me with a gentle tone, and put his hand on my back seat naturally, as if he wanted to touch my head.

I was in a trance for a moment, trying to clear my head and not let my body become too rigid.

It's not about painting!

And he seems to be...

I hope I'm wrong, but I can't bet on it.

I’ve watched this episode. I’ve never eaten pork but I’ve seen pigs running. Isn’t this the position of the CIA lie detector in a certain elementary school student’s animation?

By sensing the pulse of the other party and observing the pupils of the other party to determine whether the observed person is lying.

My heart is very shocked.

Why did he need a lie detector for such a simple question?Am I not a pure six-year-old boy now? !

And look at this way of asking, "those things", what exactly are they?Too general?It's just like the leaders and social animals in the previous life gave orders, I don't want you to know, I just want me to know.

"I, I heard it from a servant when I was running around to play."

Although I guessed that Duke Scott was testing me, I didn't have any means to deal with it.How could I, a dead house, know how to get away with it?Even if you really know, it is impossible to be sure that you have done it.

So I had to tell the truth.

As for lying?How dare I!If this terrible man finds out that I am lying, what will he think of me as a six-year-old "child", will he think that I am uneducated or bewitched, and then use some thunderous means on me...

In short, for a child of six years old, I do have serious intentions, but I must not let the Duke know.

"Really? Then do you like the crown prince?" He still didn't let me go.

I understand what the duke means.For a child, others often only mean likes and dislikes.

But if I admit it head-on, that's not too good either.

Well, I'm sorry, my sister.

"Hagewig likes the Crown Prince very much!"

I laughed: "She said that she will be a princess in the future."

I'm not lying, in her eyes now, the crown prince is a mobile dressing table stuffed with precious jewelry and jewels.

When I made this answer, the Duke finally let me go and patted my head as he got up.

I tried my best to look like a disgusted child getting his father's approval, and looked at the Duke with a bright smile.

Then, I ended this initial meeting quickly and without risk.

When I walked out that door, I didn't know the consequences of the answers I gave here.I just received an order from my father from the head maid when I was having breakfast with Hedwig the next day.

The author says:

[Changed the protagonist's age on the way, now he is six years old, I'm sorry I didn't catch the typo X

[Also, don’t pick up half of it and start running... Maybe the reversal will be on the next page...