Bastards are difficult

Prince Jing's birthday was nothing special except for the fact that there were more people and more gifts received. Only the fourth son's snow leopard won a good reputation, and the fifth son's eight steeds were a bit novel.

Eat, drink, watch dancing and listen to the sound of silk and bamboo, this birthday banquet is over.

When Zhang Xiu left, she was still a little unfulfilled.

It’s not good to eat. In this damn weather, the dishes are all cold. Only a few dishes can be eaten because they are warmed by charcoal fire. But very distinctive.

Sixteen officers wore battle armor and held guns, and a set of Yang's pear flower guns (according to Zhang Qian, it was donated by a certain Yang's family later. The original 72 roads only have 56 roads left, but it is still not to be underestimated. (Look) The dance is full of majesty and coldness, especially these officers have been on the battlefield. Each of them has been beheaded, not to mention hundreds, and there are twenty or thirty. , holding, pouncing, pointing, dialing, and picking, combined with the murderous aura coming out of the battlefield, the timid face suddenly turned pale.

But Zhang Xiu was very excited when he saw it. Damn, this is a real man. Look at the chest muscles, strength, and gestures. Can ordinary men do it? He doesn't admit that he has been tempted.

On the carriage back home, Zhang Xiu chatted excitedly with Hang, because Zhang Qian didn't ride the horse after drinking some wine, Zhang Qian kept squinting his eyes and listening, waiting for Zhang Xiu's excitement to finally drop a little bit before he was caught off guard. Asked: "Do you want to join the martial arts?"

Zhang Xiu choked.

People who have never died cannot experience the beauty of life. Even Zhang Xiu has never really experienced what it is like to die, and he does not want to die again.

Civil servants may be stumbled, scolded by their superiors and demoted by the emperor, but a military officer may be killed in a single serious injury in a war—otherwise, why is Prince Jing’s throne so good that no one is robbing the current throne?Just because the brother is either too weak or dead.

Zhang Xiu didn't want to die, he learned martial arts just to protect himself, and learned literature to avoid being bullied in the future, it sounds a bit lacklustre, but it is the most realistic and practical issue.

After thinking carefully, Zhang Xiu said to Zhang Qian: "I envy, but I don't want to do it. For example, I envy my father's official script, but I don't know how to write it."

Zhang Qian scolded with a smile: "You are lazy."

Hang also covered his mouth and smiled, "This kid is getting better at talking."

Zhang Xiu was helpless: "Mother, don't worry, I will teach my sister."

Zhang Qian flicked his head: "Don't teach your sister badly."

Hang snickered.

The family of three chatted and laughed and went back. It was not too early. Hang was worried about her daughter. As long as Zhang Xiu had to do her homework every day at home, she was going to tease her sister, so the three of them went to the main room together. Ming Yan saw her master leaving in a hurry. Reported to Aunt Yu.

Zhang Xiu coaxed Zhang Suxin for a while and went to look for Aunt Yu, but Hang didn't stop her. Zhang Qian also asked him to accompany her aunt, Zhang Xiu agreed. On this point, Zhang Xiu admired Hang very much.

Dancing with Aunt Yu, she described the grandness of King Jing's birthday. Aunt Yu listened to it with a smile on her face. The mother and son were very close when they cuddled together, and Tweety was always by the side.

But it was at this time that Zhang Xiu suddenly remembered something was wrong: "Mom, I saw a lot of people in the yard, and I just felt puzzled when I came back yesterday, so I didn't even think about it."

Aunt Yu stroked his head, took out two obscene clothes she had made for her son, two red envelopes, three wipes on the forehead, and a tied string—a jade pendant he often wore was worn out. Called him again.

"It's just the girls and boys who have been trained|taught. Those in your house have also returned, and they are all in your yard. Go back and have a look at Haosheng's teaching. You must be restrained by your smallness. Don't let that eyelid Ziqian has been harmed."

Zhang Xiu flipped through the things Aunt Yu gave her, her eyes were a little moist, half of the clothes he came here were made according to the routine, and half were made by Aunt Yu herself. I was not lucky to experience such warmth in my previous life. This life has everything.

This is not to say that Mr. Hang has treated him badly. In fact, since he fell into the water, Mr. Hang has only treated him better, and sometimes he will give him some good things in private. It's just that she has her own daughter to take care of. It is inevitable that they will not be able to take care of them.

Zhang Xiu has no memory, but she heard from Aunt Yu that before the birth of Xiao Suxin, the Hang family took care of almost all of Xiao Zhang Xiu's affairs. The attitude is so peaceful.

The most important thing for a woman is her own child. Aunt Yu's child was reported by the Hang family. If the Hang family treated the child a little bit badly, the biological mother would inevitably feel resentful. She didn't think about many things herself, and besides, the Hang family didn't keep their sons away from their mothers or simply forbid their mothers and children to meet. Let's go.

Zhang Xiu is grateful for Aunt Yu's careful care, and also has great respect for the Hang family. Knowing that these two are eager to love their sons, she is afraid that she will be seduced by someone accidentally, so she said with a smile: "Don't worry, mother. The son is already an adult, and I still have to earn an imperial order for my mother, and the father will also be proud of his son."

Aunt Yu clasped her palms together and recited a Buddhist saying: "I just hope that your life will be safe and sound."

Mr. Zhong gave two days off. Today is King Jing’s birthday, and tomorrow he can take another day off. Zhang Xiu went back to his yard, got his books and planned to warm up his homework before going to bed. The ancient texts are too difficult to learn, memorizing them is useless. You have to be able to explain, but one word can lead to countless meanings. Zhang Xiu, a reborn person and pseudo-child, is not as fast as others really learn it—he is not slow to recite things.

Zhang Xiu was struggling with classical Chinese, Mo Shu came to look for him, saying that the master had something to ask him to go to the study.

Zhang Qian is a strict person. If he doesn't allow him to go to his study, even Zhang Xiu can't go there. If he goes, he can only stay outside the door. Once he is allowed to enter the study, it means something important has to happen.

Zhang Xiu somehow remembered that Zhang Qian had been worried all this time, but when he came back yesterday, the gloom between his eyebrows dissipated a lot, and he looked very energetic.

No major incident happened in my family, and I didn't hear any servants say that something bad happened to Uncle Anning's house in the capital. The two uncles didn't send any news, so it must be the court's business.

Although Zhang Xiu was very itchy, Zhang Qian didn't dare to ask if he didn't tell him. Every time at this time, Zhang Xiu would lament that it would be great if he could be five or six years older.