Dressed up as the biggest dummy in the realm of self-cultivation

You don't need to think about the owner of this excited voice. The warm smile on Zhu Jianshu's face instantly, uh, turned a little fake, and An Yeming, whose ear hurts from being bombed, is looking at it. sink.

Teng Yiyan yelled as soon as he entered the gate of the courtyard, and he walked like flying with a little joy, three steps in parallel, and he reached the entrance of the main hall in a short while.

Just as he took a step into the door, that foot retracted again, Teng Yiyan's heart skipped a beat, he paused for a second and said in embarrassment: "Are you still there? Are you all there?"

An Yeming looked at him sullenly, "Are you happy that your little brother was beaten?"

"No, no, I feel sorry for my junior brother."

Do you think anyone will believe this?

An Yeming said angrily: "Why did you hear that your little brother was beaten so quickly? How come so soon?"

Teng Yiyan hurriedly said: "Master, I didn't monitor my junior brother. I just asked someone to come and tell me today if my junior brother is recovering from illness. Didn't this just happen to be said that my junior brother was being beaten? I hurried over to stop it." gone."

"Senior brother is not doing this right. You can't bully junior brother and hit him as soon as you want. As a second senior brother, I definitely can't just watch."

If it weren't for the joy in his words when he didn't enter the door just now, everyone might, well, still not believe him at all.

The truth is, as soon as Teng Yiyan heard that the little boy was beaten, he immediately found an excuse to put down his pen and ran over. The rush had nothing to do with caring for An Xinglan, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up with the excitement.

But as soon as I got here, I found that not only Zhu Jianshu was there, but also the master was there?Is their master a little idle?

And the subordinate who replied didn't mention this to him, will he still do things?

If you say it, you can't blame the family members. Isn't it because when you heard that An Xinglan was being beaten, you immediately regained your energy and jumped out excitedly? Didn't you give the family members a chance to finish the sentence? ?

But regardless of the facts, Teng Yiyan is very good at whitewashing, isn't he?Although it was hypocritical, what he said sounded good on the surface, and he portrayed himself as a second senior brother who cared about his junior brother, and he didn't forget to step on the boss by the way.

But An Xinglan was on the side of the boss. As soon as Teng Yiyan finished speaking hypocritically, the person involved directly slapped him in the face, "Senior Brother Diandian is right, Tuantuan made a mistake and he will be punished."

Put the hypocritical Teng Yiyan there all at once, and he can't get down.

Zhu Jianshu's smirk at Teng Yiyan just now became a lot more real, the corners of his lips lifted up again, and he put one hand on the top of the little guy's head and rubbed it.

An Yeming impatiently said to Teng Yiyan who was still standing outside stupidly: "What are you still standing there for? Do you need someone to invite you?"

Only then did Teng Yiyan gently lift his foot in, and then found a seat and sat down gently.I was still wondering if the little boy had been beaten, why didn't he look like he was beaten?

Although I really want to know if the little boy was beaten, where, how many times, and let him see, that's why he came here, but Teng Yiyan, who sat down carefully, decided to talk less today, because Teng Yiyan I always feel that His Majesty is angry with him today.

But speaking of it, the last few times I saw my lord, my lord seemed to be annoyed with him. When I saw him rarely before, I didn't find my lord treated him like this?It's confusing.

Is it because he bullied the kid?Master really has such genuine affection for the brat?Could it be that the little brat is really His Majesty's illegitimate child? !

Teng Yiyan cursed in his heart, because of the messy guess, his slightly slender eyes became slightly rounder for a moment.

But although Teng Yiyan decided to talk less today, so as not to touch the brows of their uncertain lords, Teng Yiyan just sat down on tiptoe, his clothes were just touching the chair, and his buttocks were not yet firmly seated. Their lords spoke again.

"Didn't you say you're busy? Are you still free to run around every day? I think there are too few Qingxin scrolls, not enough for you to copy in a month, or you will copy the topography of Menjiu Continent?"

Teng Yiyan, who hadn't sat down yet, stood up again, and hurriedly said: "It's enough to copy, it's enough, it's enough."

Teng Yiyan is not afraid of anything else, but he is afraid of this move.He carefully looked at the lord with an ugly face, so what does the lord mean that just now he was called into the room, and he didn't even sit down for him, and made him go numb again?

Get out, get out, the joke didn't become a joke, he was about to become a joke, so he didn't want to stay.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the teasing but personable Zhu Jianshu, secretly reading his jokes, and Teng Yiyan felt that he was very humiliated.

Obviously it was not like this in the past, he is the Second Highness who can share the same beauty with Zhu Jianshu!

Pooh!He really has to go back to copy the book quickly, and turn over the matter earlier, so as to save these people from always talking about it, making him always look short.

Although Teng Yiyan looked at the six directions, and there was no lack of anger in his heart, he also quickly resigned from his master at the same time. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. It was just the mood when he came and went. Just different.

As for An Yeming and Zhu Jianshu, they sat for a while longer, An Xinglan played with Mao Mao lying on the ground, An Yeming and Zhu Jianshu talked about An Xinglan's affairs.

"Qu Liaoyu's youngest son, Du Yangshan's only daughter, Zhu Tie's son..." Zhu Jianshu listed twenty people in one breath, "They are all two and three years old, about the same age as Lanlan age, age appropriate."

This is what I said before about finding a playmate for An Xinglan. It's not just a casual talk. Isn't this already the beginning?

This kind of thing has never been done in Qingfang Sect, because the disciples of the suzerain all the time are the elders, who can kill thousands of enemies, so why worry about finding a playmate for him?

The big suzerain of the first demon sect and the big disciples are discussing this when they are sitting together?Talking about it can make people's eyes roll out.

A devil who can stop children from crying at night, and is feared by both demon cultivators and Taoist cultivators. You say he eats children, and you don’t make up stories that can touch the edge?

But An Yeming just sat down and listened patiently. After listening, he said: "Okay, I know. Now that Lan Lan is still young, I don't need so many. Let me see and choose two, three or four out of them first." .”

"When he is enlightened and starts to practice, then he will set up a school, not only the children here in the sect headquarters, but he can enlarge it and choose more from outside."

Zhu Jianshu also nodded in agreement.The ones he listed just now included all the middle- and upper-level children of the sect who had children of the right age. It was originally meant to let An Yeming choose from among them.

Then the two continued to talk about the playmate school, talking in detail and talking broadly.

The two of them were sitting there discussing seriously, and if they didn't know it, they might think that the top executives of the two demon sects were discussing some major event that would overturn and shake the current situation in the cultivation world.

An Xinglan was playing the ear-touching and tail-touching games with Maomao at first, but the more he played, the less focused he became. The words and phrases of the two sitting people kept drifting into his ears.

They were talking about him, looking for a playmate for him, a teacher for him, a school for him...

An Xinglan rubbed her ears, wondering uneasily whether it would be too generous, Master Taixing moved too much?

Being regarded as the center seems to be very important, discussing like this, An Xinglan felt uncomfortable and at a loss.

He pursed his lips, but couldn't help showing a shy and satisfied smile on his lips.

He has never experienced this kind of attention.

No matter what it is for nothing, even if he always wins the first prize, no one cares, no one pays attention to it, they are more concerned about his cousin who failed in grades.

They would sit together and worry about how to improve their cousin's grades, and asked him to make up lessons for his cousin. After talking, they felt that he was still not very trustworthy as a student, and thought it would be better to let the teacher make up lessons.Then he said that it is definitely good for the teacher to make up lessons alone, but it is too expensive to teach alone, or go to the remedial class, which is cheaper, and the class is also small.

The scene of uncle and aunt discussing his cousin's make-up lessons, the voices of Zhu Jianshu and An Yeming discussing each other alternately flashed in An Xinglan's mind, and his movements of scratching Mao Mao's back became slower and slower.

At that time, no one would be interested if he had full marks in his schoolbag. At most, his grandma would say that he was smart, but later on, grandma got used to him with good grades, and he was sensible. He can already make money, he can do it.

The two people next to them have already talked about what kind of students will be screened in the school in the future, "If you want to be motivated and eager to learn, you can bring your children to study hard together."

"I also have to pick a few interesting and lively ones. Children's calligraphy is inherently boring. If you add a bunch of dull classmates, the school will be lifeless and make people not want to go to school."

"Master is right, but if this is the case, the teacher must also find something interesting that can teach the class, and the children like to listen to it."

"Well, not too harsh."

"Exactly, but..., but when it should be strict, you have to be strict. How many children can they like to read?"

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An Xinglan's feeling of uneasiness and helplessness became stronger and stronger. He felt that his ears were a little hot. He pulled his ears, feeling embarrassed to listen again, but he was reluctant to miss a word.

At a loss, he hugged the dog's head, rubbed his forehead with Mao Mao, and retorted in his heart, he would not study hard, his academic performance has never been bad.

An Yeming was not in a hurry to go back, and continued to chat with his big apprentice, and the chat was not about important sect matters that required brainstorming, but only about children's trivial matters, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

Anyway, there is no major matter for him to deal with now, and when he goes back, he just reads idle books to pass the time, and now watching a child petting a white-haired dog, giggling, and poking his forehead is also a way to pass the time.

Seeing the child and the big dog pushing their foreheads and almost pushing their own ass, An Yeming smiled slightly. "Huh? Master said, how many doctors did you find from outside?"

"Yes, those people in the medicine hall are not good at treating young children. Kong Fangzi has gone out of the door, but no one can take action."

Cough, the people who can enter the pharmacy here are actually very good, but their level is only for those who practice, they are all refining pills, what future does acupuncture have for children?

In fact, Kong Fangzi is not good at treating young children, but in the past two years, I have been asked by Zhu Jianshu about An Xinglan's diet, clothing, weight, height, etc., like being asked a lot by an old mother. He was looking for him, so he did some research on children's knowledge in advance, just in case there would be some mistakes in the little Highness, and the person who was brought up by the Highness must be him.

But these are not reasons. Anyway, An Yeming was very dissatisfied when he learned about the situation yesterday. How could the conditions for the children raised in his territory be poor?Wouldn't that be the one who lost him?

An Yeming continued to casually say: "I ordered this matter yesterday, and the doctors will be here today, and they can just live here in Ningfeng.

Zhu Jianshu nodded: "That's good. If Lanlan feels uncomfortable again, she doesn't have to run out to call for help." These doctors live here in Ning Feng, and they are actually exclusive doctors, but they can definitely be taken care of. A piece of cake.

Zhu Jianshu just didn't come yesterday, and An Yeming took the lead.

Zhu Jianshu was a little annoyed, why didn't he think of it before?This time, it was because the pharmacist named Wei Shuangyan was inexperienced, and the medicine he prescribed to the child was not good enough, so the child got up early yesterday and developed a low fever again.

Why didn't he think of finding more doctors who are good at treating young children earlier?Just grabbing Kong Fangzi, who was half-baked, was squeezed out.