"Awn, I'm going out for a walk. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Ning Chaolai shook Ning Xiangsheng's sleeve and was coquettish.

Ning Xiangsheng asked people to bring ten taels of silver and asked Du Juan to accompany Ning Chaolai out.

Ning Chaolai walked slowly in the lively bazaar, looking at the various foods on both sides, unmoved, and looked like an adult.

The cuckoo stared at Ning Chaolai's back in confusion, there were only three words abnormal in his mind, you know, if it was normal times, Ning Chaolai would have jumped up and down and shouted for this and that.

Of course, Du Juan didn't know that Ning Chaolai was also thirteen years old when he died, long past the age of gluttony.

Yes, Ning Chaolai is not greedy, but his habit of liking reading has not changed at all.

Many of the books she used to read came from the study, but they were all bought by her subordinates, and she never came.

Fang stepped into the study, Ning Chaolai had the illusion of falling into a sea of books, and there were a dazzling array of books placed on the wooden shelves that were divided into layers after layers.

Ning Chaolai couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart, took down a book from the nearest wooden shelf, and wrote the word "Book of Poetry" on the letter, and was about to flip through it, only to hear someone behind him laugh and say,

"Hey, whose female doll also comes to read books? I'm afraid I can't read a single big word! ”

Everyone in the study who heard the voice laughed.

Ning Chao turned around, and saw that the person who spoke was also a child, and couldn't help frowning, she was a thirteen-year-old person, and he should call her sister when he saw her.

"Whose kid is talking nonsense, go quickly." The cuckoo thought that Ning Chaolai was unhappy, and hurriedly reached out to push the child.

Don't look at the kid is only seven or eight years old, he has a lot of strength, and the cuckoo pushed him a few times but couldn't push him a bit.

"I said." Ning Chaolai walked forward with the book, and the cuckoo got out of the way.

"You say." The boy raised an eyebrow in disdain.

Ning Chaolai walked up to the boy, picked up a roll of bamboo slips at random, pointed to the word "evil" in the article on the bamboo slips and asked,

"You say I can't read big characters, and you say, 'What do you read?'

"Hmph," the boy snorted, "the demons and monsters are evil (oblique)." ”

not only said the sound, but also insinuated that she was a demon and a monster. Ning Chaolai smiled, people are small and big, this child is not simple.

Ning Chaolai explained, "The Book of Poetry is also known as the Three Hundred Poems, during which this one is the evil (master), showing the loyalty of the woman rather than the demon and the monster." If you don't believe me, go back and ask your mother. ”

Thinking that she would rather come to the dynasty, the first talented woman in Chang'an, the three hundred poems in the Book of Poetry have long been memorized, especially this one, I haven't forgotten it after taking a look. Even, even before she died, she was watching it, and this pronunciation could stump others but couldn't help her.

Thinking of the inexplicable fire, Ning Chaolai bit his lip in fear.

Ning Chaolai bit his lip, but the boy gritted his teeth, as if Ning Chao said something that shouldn't be said, he looked at Ning Chaolai's eyes, and suddenly became disgusted.

Ning Chaolai pouted, this kid didn't worship her, and he looked at her with such eyes, which was really underwhelming. But she is five years old now, he is older than her, and she probably feels that she has stolen the limelight and her face is dull, and the child is a little awkward, so she shouldn't take it seriously.

"This kid looks so dark, like the charcoal in the stove."

Ning Chao said, her index finger poking the boy's face, she had to be sure that she was facing a living person, not a piece of carbon that had become a fine substance.

After the "snap", Ning Chaolai subconsciously withdrew his hand, looked at the bright red handprint on the back of his hand, and then looked at the person who was eager to pounce on her and tear her apart, and chose to go to other bookshelves to take a look, she couldn't afford to hide if she couldn't be provoked.